Room servicing…?

I started really taking on making my room functional lately. Just yesterday, I had a massive reorganization take place, in which everything went to what looked like – and was – total chaos for a while, during which time I sweat boatloads while shoving and shifting and shoving and shifting some more…, and then everything kind of found a place out of the way, leaving so much open space that I love hanging out in my room now. A lot of stuff is not in a real, semi-permanent place yet, but the big stuff has found its locations, I think.

My bed has only moved a few inches, but boy did that totally shift things in my sleep last night! I think I have resolved the issue of the air blowing directly over my mouth (and thereby practically choking me in my sleep with dryness), which was the main issue. So, I expect to sleep loads better tonight than last night. Perhaps, when I wake up, I’ll even be in the mood for making myself some tea.* ūüôā That’d be great. ūüôā

*For those who do not know, I tend to make tea for myself when the world just feels right, and I feel at great ease in the space around me. So, it would be a sign that things are going very well with my room organization, and that I slept well and have woken up refreshed and ready for the day fully.

P.S. Okay, all that stuff about tea is true…, but I also will make tea when it is super cold out… but that still falls into the same reasoning, because life just kind of feels right when it is really cold outdoors. ūüôā

Post-a-day 2020

Thursday night

I finished having dinner, showering, and generally readying myself for bed tonight while the sun was still up… I dare say that it was around 18:45 that I was up in my room, ready to begin whatever I wanted to begin after all of that.

I tidied and rearranged certain things, continuing along what I had begun earlier this week.

I listened to my audiobook, enjoying it greatly.

I found myself somewhat hungry around 20:30, and so made some tea.

It helped beautifully with the hunger feeling, and improved my already high spirits.

The evening and night have been going lovelily, indeed – it has been just as I have longed to have my average evening go, tonight, and I have loved it.

Rather than proving unsatisfying, it has proven my dream and goal worthy of existing.

I love going and doing things in life, but I am quite the homebody I’m the average night… and I like it.

I didn’t even notice that no one was with me, I was so content.

Now, I am off to final preparations for bed, so that I might wake up early and do a distanced group workout at the park at 6:30 tomorrow.

And then, I think I shall have my Friday night be rather similar to tonight’s… I have so enjoyed organizing and tidying things so well.

Plus, as I declared a while back now, I have had this feeling that I would meet my someone once I cleaned up my room and living space, and had them true to how I want it all to be…, so that is an extra little edge of delight behind it all (though by no means the main impetus).

P.S. It is only now that I realize, with the coming of May tomorrow, that I missed ‘celebrating’ the ides of March… more like lamenting, but acknowledging, nonetheless… I have for many years valued the contributions of Julius Caesar, and even joked for a time that he was my kind of guy… he was, in many ways, amazing… he was also, in every way, still a man… ‘P.S. I love you, Julius Caesar’, I guess ūüėõ Haha

Post-a-day 2020

Teatime with the girls

A sort of short story about a girl’s casual, 30-second train of thought.

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“…I go on a job interview there, and that’s how we finally meet up, and discover that we really do like one another in a dating capacity. ¬†And so, I start working over there, and we start dating. ¬†That’s easy enough, you see,” says Eliza.

“Okay…” replies Karen speculatively. ¬†“And then?”

“Well, and then we realize that we totally love one another,” continues Eliza, “and we’re ready to get married. ¬†But the question is whether we get married here or over there. ¬†If we got married there, it would be totally classy and cool, but then all of my family and friends here likely would miss out. ¬†But then, I think, what people here do I really care about having at my wedding? ¬†Most of them would be invited only so I could show off my amazing husband and wedding to them, anyway. ¬†And wouldn’t it be accomplishing the same thing by getting married in Europe instead, where my husband is from? ¬†It shows how he’s exotic, and so am I, getting married over there. ¬†Plus, then all the ladies could wear their fabulous hats and everything would be so chic and practically straight out of some fashion magazine.
“I would have a dress that is inspired from the princesses’ wedding dresses in London over the years, with a hint of French flare and loads of my own personality, all tied together beautifully and stunningly.”

Karen cuts her off, “You have the dress planned already?”

“Well,¬†I’m not sure about the whole thing exactly, but I know how the sleeves would look, and they’re spectacular and classy. ¬†And YES, they¬†do exist, despite all this recent fashion of sleeveless wedding dresses. ¬†So not my style.”

Karen shakes her head, and takes a sip of tea as Eliza continues.

“Anyway, so that could be cool. ¬†And we’d have a super-fab old Church for the wedding, and that would be amazing and¬†not clich√©, because it’s actually just normal in Europe. ¬†But then, we’d have to have some kind of something here in the US afterward. ¬†I’m not sure what, exactly, but something to celebrate specifically with everyone here who couldn’t make the trip. ¬†But nothing lame. ¬†Too many people do a lame ‘Oh, we couldn’t invite all of you to the wedding, but we still want to celebrate with you’. ¬†Aka ‘Give us presents, even though you weren’t good enough to be invited to the wedding.’ ¬†Not to be harsh, but you get the point…”

“Who’s she talking about?” whispers Lorena, who has just returned from flirting at the tea bar.

“The guy from the photo I showed you yesterday,” replies Karen, sighing. ¬†Lorena accepts this, and begins to process what Eliza is saying.

“Then we’d continue living over there, and it’d be perfect, because it lines up with my wanting to live over there, and we’d be so close for an easy trip up to visit Christine and her husband whenever we wanted for a long weekend or whatever. ¬†Or I could go alone super easily.”

Astounded, Lorena cuts in, “You mean you’ve already decided on wedding plans with this guy?! ¬†You haven’t even gone on a date, yet!”

“He hasn’t even asked her out,” chuckles Karen.

Only slightly defensively, Eliza replies cooly, “Well, if we can’t agree on a wedding location and place to live, then it isn’t really worth bothering dating in the first place, now¬†is it? ¬†We’d be wasting our time if we knew so soon that it never would work out, yet went forward with it all, anyway.”

“She has a point,” allows Karen, raising her eyebrows.

After a pause, Lorena replies, “True… ¬†I still hold that you’re nuts, Eliza.”

“I’ll second that,” throws in Karen.

“Third it!” laughs Eliza. ¬†“Oh, I know I’m totally nuts. ¬†That’s why it’s so important that a guy and I be compatible through and through before we bother starting anything.”

They erupt in giggles and laughter, enjoying the ridiculousness of the conversation, and knowing how true Eliza’s statement really is.

“Weirdo,” says Lorena, playfully. ¬†“Okay, let’s have some lunch. ¬†I’m hungry, and now all I can think about is smoked salmon…”

The other two frown questioningly at her.

“What? ¬†You were talking about weddings. ¬†Weddings always make me think of smoked salmon.”

“Weirdo.”

“Total weirdo.”

Lorena laughs, “Whatever.”

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Post-a-day 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Satisfaction… at last

Tonight, going to bed, I feel fulfilled. ¬†Typically, I have this feeling of needing to go¬†do something before I can end my day. ¬†I am angsty and somewhat agitated by the late afternoon, and I feel this pull from somewhere inside of me, but I can’t ever quite figure out how to follow it, how to satisfy the desire within. ¬†I notice right now that I almost didn’t even feel a pull to write anything tonight – that’s how satisfied I am with my day. ¬†It was fabulous, and so I can sleep easily, without anything else happening first. ¬†And I love writing, so that’s saying something.

Kids were unintentional rude in classes today, ignoring my pleas for quite voices, so that I could be heard with my pained, achy throat barely able to choke out words. ¬†I let them spend the time with an activity for their own benefit, and most of them ignored it or didn’t care enough about their own education to attempt the activity, which was disappointing. ¬†A few really took it on, and some decided it was time to talk with me about anything and everything in my life, while I showed them how to do some of the work. ¬†It was an odd balance of awesome and disappointing, combined with my throat being slightly consumed by a low-grade fire.

After school, I chatted with a few teachers from my own high school, plus a friend who now teaches there. ¬†That was amazing in and of itself. ¬†Add to it that I met up with a friend for tapioca tea afterward, and my day continues to improve. ¬†We ended up having dinner with the teas, and then she invited me to join a hip-hop class with her. ¬†Neither of us has ever been very good or experienced with hip-hop, but we love dancing, and we both have strong partner dance backgrounds. ¬†I have wanted to do hip-hop classes ever since my best friend and her husband started doing some over in England a few years back, because she is just plain awesome, and it is always a good idea to strive for her level of awesome. ¬†So I got to be cool like my bestie tonight, and turned out to be actually kind of good at the routine, too. ¬†The teacher even came specifically to my friend (not my best friend, but the friend with whom I had gone to the class) and me, and told us that she wanted us to join her team. ¬†(Note: Seeing as we were¬†just discussing before the class how we hadn’t been involved in anything dance since moving back to the US (we both just returned from living in Asia), we are genuinely considering this hip-hop team idea.)

Now, I am home. ¬†I snacked on some leftovers from dinner, chatted briefly with my mom, and have just showered. ¬†I am tired, but in a really good way right now – I am satisfied. ¬†I don’t know how else to word it. ¬†I am just satisfied, which is something, I now see, that I usually am not at the end of the day. ¬†As I said to my teacher friend earlier this afternoon, I need interaction with non-teenagers. ¬†I get so much teenager interaction, and very little of anything else… and I¬†need more than just interaction with teenagers, no matter how wonderful they are or how much we may love one another. ¬†And, tonight, I got that other interaction, plus involvement in something (the hip-hop class)¬†and exercise. ¬†That is a really, really good combination. ¬†Now to see how to keep this up, happening much more often than once every three months.

Post-a-day 2017

An Evening of Moon River, and more

Moon River, wider than a mile, I’m crossing you in style some day. 
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, 
wherever you’re going I’m going your way. 
Two drifters off to see the world. 
There’s such a lot of world to see. 
We’re after the same rainbow’s end– 
waiting ’round the bend, 
my huckleberry friend, 
Moon River and me.

© 1961 Paramount Music Corporation, ASCAP

So go the lyrics to the beautiful song that is sung by Audrey Hepburn in the film “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”, and which was written for the occasion.  They have been in my mind all night tonight.  I likely still will be singing them and humming the song tomorrow, and possibly the next several days or weeks, too, imagining Miss Holly Golightly sitting on her windowsill in jeans and a gray sweatshirt, strumming her small guitar, singing the song while her hair dries in a towel on her head.  That was her one genuine moment, where there were no airs put on and no facades blocking the view; dreamy longing and total honesty were there, coming to life in her music.

Why, you ask, is all of this on my mind?  Well, because of just that.  My cousin makes jewelry from guitar strings.  (I do a little, too, but not to the same degree.)  Since that particular scene had Holly being simple and honest, showing her core, she loved the scene.  Since it included Holly’s playing the guitar, it became relevant to my cousin’s jewelry.  You see, this neat art gallery in Galveston decided to do an “All About Audrey” exhibition, in which all of the selected pieces were submitted by various individuals in the community.  The only requirements were that the art be vegan and be somehow about Audrey Hepburn.  So, my cousin used guitar strings and fake pearls to construct her own version of the famous “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” necklace (with the aforementioned information taking part in creating the idea).

Tonight, the art show had its opening, and my cousin’s piece was part of the show.  So, my mom and I attended the opening.  The opening happened to be a costume party, with the theme being ‘your favorite Audrey’.  I genuinely liked the honesty moment in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”, and the fact that it directly related to the reason we were going – to support my cousin’s guitar string jewelry inspired by that scene – made it an easy preference for my attire for the event.

And so, I put together the clothes, had my mom help me with a white hand towel on my head (I had to take out the seams to make it long enough to tie correctly.), and looked up “Moon River” chords.  I only have a full-sized guitar with me, so I figured my ukulele would do well for the completion of the outfit.  Since I was going to be carrying around my uke, dressed as a character who sings an incredibly famous song, I figured it only fair that I make an effort to learn to play the song myself.

And it was a good thing I did!  Not only was I requested to play, but I was asked to play three times.  The third time was the coolest, because the second time had already been a sort of sing-a-long for a lot of the people at the gallery, but the third was everyone.  I was on my way out of the gallery, heading to dinner with my family who had been in attendance, when a lady at a table complimented my outfit and asked me to play.  The man at the table asked if I could play, because, of I could play, he could sing.  And so I started up playing, singing with him, only to be joined after only a few seconds by the entire gallery.  It was so beautiful, it was almost spooky.  People had all different reasons for being there tonight, but we all shared the experience of true bliss and community as we sang together tonight.  Reasonably fitting end to the week that included International Peace Day (Thursday), I think.

There are two other fun aspects to this.  The first is that we the went to dinner, all of us dressed in our various outfits.  Most everyone looked to be in normal-ish attire for our current life and times, and it was even somewhat high on the classy side, and all black and white.  My mother, however, was in a genuine formal 60s dress that is just about the color of Tiffany’s boxes, and is floor length, polyester, and very 60s.  I was in jeans and a sweatshirt, and had a towel on my head.  Just imagine seeing our party at a casual restaurant – what on Earth would you think?

The second fun aspect is that this isn’t the first time we’ve done something like this.  For the 100th anniversary of the Titanic, we attended a tea and luncheon that was tied to the Museum of Fine Arts’ temporary exhibit on the Titanic.  The idea was to experience tea like back in the day at an actual teahouse in town, and then gonover to the exhibit.  We did exactly that, but dressed in period-appropriate attire.  Aside from the servers at the teahouse, we were the only ones dressed up.  At the museum, someone asked to sketch me (and did), people took pictures of us, and we had several inquiries about whether we weren’t part of the exhibit.  It was a grand old time, and felt somehow totally normal to me.  I guess that’s just how we roll in my family.  Cool, huh?  ūüôā

Post-a-day 2017

Picking leaves and drinking them

I have discovered a blessing of a drink.  It is rosemary tea.  Just steep fresh rosemary in hot water for three minutes, then pour it into a cup with honey, and enjoy it.  To me, it feels like a medicinal experience, like something that heals me when I am feeling ill.  Therefore, it brings up my spirits even more than regular tea, making the experience with it even better than just a good flavor.  And, thanks to my neighborhood having an odd abundance of rosemary, I can have this tea regularly and often.  ūüôā  So, yay!  And yes, I do thank the neighbors and their plants for the kind donation to my good mental and physical health. 
Post-a-day 2017

Nomihodai

Japan has something called Nomihodai, and it is quite the concept and experience.  For a certain, predetermined-by-you amount of time, your entire party has all-you-can-drink on most beverages the establishment provides.  Now, the main point of this is for people to be able to drink alcoholic beverages (beer and simple mixed drinks), but sodas and juices are also available.

Seeing as I typically drink only water at restaurants, bars, and the likes, the concept of¬†Nomihodai is a somewhat¬†annoying, rather money-sucking one. ¬†However, as I sipped my cup of hot, delicious tea tonight at a caf√©, while discussing end-of-year (man, we’re doing lots of hyphenated nouns tonight) parties that, naturally included¬†Nomihodai, I was struck by a new idea. ¬†Nomihodai for tea. ¬†Naturally, caffeine content would be important to know for such an endeavor, however I totally would love that sort of¬†Nomihodai.

I think the cost could be dropped, because tea is drastically cheaper than alcohol (good ones, anyway), and drinking hot tea takes a bit more time than a cold beer, so one would consume fewer in the same amount of time. ¬†Gosh, I’m smiling all over just thinking of the idea. ¬†If I ever get to my library caf√©, I think I’ll have a sort of¬†Nomihodai option available. ¬†Say twenty bucks for two hours, and you’d have the opportunity to try all sorts of teas, in whatever sizes you wished, perhaps even hot or cold…

Mmmm…., yes, I like this idea; let’s do it. ¬†ūüėÄ

 

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