Hey people. Ray is still completely controlling me with his emanating waves of cuteness. I had to actually stop typing between the words "still" and "completely" to pet him some more and tell him how adorable he is.
I suppose it is best really, from a "being a good for-real person" stand-point, that I totally missed my window of ever being *hot girl*. It's pretty funny to go along your whole life (not really thinking about it very much) but sort of in the back of your mind thinking ~one day~ you may suddenly peak and look mysteriously amazing and become imbued with that particular confidence the beautiful women possess. Then one day you realize, "Mmm-- probably not going to happen."
Oh well, it really is best to worry only about what's showing from inside of you anyway right? Radiance/happiness/coolness trumps high cheekbones & tight skin? That's what I'm telling myself anyway. Shhhhh.
Last post I talked about wanting to lose weight. So naturally I spent all day Sat cooking a turkey dinner for two and making cookies. Sound plan right?
The secret ingredient: Nuked bananas.
I love experimenting like this. I've been figuring out there are a number of things I enjoy that are all rooted in the same part of my brain as the art/creative stuff. It has to do with building-- fitting together invisible things, like snippets of arguments, evidence, ideas, ingredients-- and stacking and re-stacking them until they turn into an actual thing.
Remember the power lines devastation?
When I went over to take measurements etc I got pissed-off all over again. See the huge stump in the pic above right next to the trail? It's almost 20 feet OUTSIDE the easement.
So that's the being pissed-off part. The other part-- the "How do we fix it?" part, taps into that creating part of my brain. Even the arguing about all this does too really, like moving things around on those huge fancy glass computer screens on CSI-- but the fixing it really does, because it starts with the nothing you see in these pics.
Then you begin thinking about it. There is a tape playing, one of many, constantly in the back of your brain. These tapes, unrelated, are all playing. They are about every problem you have, every project you're working on, what you should make next, how to be able to still eat delicious cookies when you're trying to lose 10 lbs, whether you should put another teal streak in your hair, and Christmas preparations. It's like having a bunch of lines in the water.
Then you feel a tug on one of them, and grab that pole. You jerk it up, set the hook, and begin reeling. As you reel you imagine what is on the other end, and as you do, whatever is on the other end begins to actually morph and change. You keep reeling, and the thing keeps changing to match your unfolding ideas, and by the time it breaks the surface it has become an actual thing that you thought up.
THAT, is the coolest feeling in the world.