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jazzfishThe sun is out and it's a reasonable temperature (well, it's like ten or so, but that's reasonable enough) and for the first time I can remember I find myself wanting to sit on a porch/patio/balcony and read in the sunlight. Unfortunately the ground floor apartment that I took because a) cooler summers and b) cheaper rent (point c, more windows because corner unit, was a happy accident) doesn't have outside access. Oh well. I miss the balcony in New West, the one that looked out over the Fraser from thirty stories up.
I also miss people but that's nothing new. I am going through one of my periodic cycles of feeling functional again. Spite-viola-practice (because upstairs neighbours) has developed into actual-viola-practice. I sold off a number of boardgames I don't play much anymore, which has me thinking again about the ones I do play, or rather that I'd like to play. First vaccine shot brought with it a sense that All This will be over someday, but "someday" isn't today. Etc etc. For the last six months my world has been my apartment, the post office, the grocery store, and Erin's place, barring a trip out to Smithers over the solstice.
Dropping down to four workdays a week has not really decreased my frustration with work, mostly because work has stepped up the frustration to account for that, but it does seem to give me a bit more breathing space. I miss not being perpetually annoyed by work. I have determined that I am actually quite bad at management and I absolutely Do Not Want to do it, which, yay for self-knowledge but boo for being stuck here anyway.
I just want to go out for dinner with my book, and eat something that I don't have to cook but is still tasty and somewhat elegant. Been craving the cajun chicken alfredo from Zeppoli's in Blacksburg lately. Or, more likely, my memory of same, there's no way it's still as good as I remember it being. Dinner with my book and a movie at the AFI Silver, or the Pacific Cinematheque in downtown Vancouver, and then maybe wandering around afterwards with ice cream or gelato or something.
I miss you.
I also miss people but that's nothing new. I am going through one of my periodic cycles of feeling functional again. Spite-viola-practice (because upstairs neighbours) has developed into actual-viola-practice. I sold off a number of boardgames I don't play much anymore, which has me thinking again about the ones I do play, or rather that I'd like to play. First vaccine shot brought with it a sense that All This will be over someday, but "someday" isn't today. Etc etc. For the last six months my world has been my apartment, the post office, the grocery store, and Erin's place, barring a trip out to Smithers over the solstice.
Dropping down to four workdays a week has not really decreased my frustration with work, mostly because work has stepped up the frustration to account for that, but it does seem to give me a bit more breathing space. I miss not being perpetually annoyed by work. I have determined that I am actually quite bad at management and I absolutely Do Not Want to do it, which, yay for self-knowledge but boo for being stuck here anyway.
I just want to go out for dinner with my book, and eat something that I don't have to cook but is still tasty and somewhat elegant. Been craving the cajun chicken alfredo from Zeppoli's in Blacksburg lately. Or, more likely, my memory of same, there's no way it's still as good as I remember it being. Dinner with my book and a movie at the AFI Silver, or the Pacific Cinematheque in downtown Vancouver, and then maybe wandering around afterwards with ice cream or gelato or something.
I miss you.
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