Writing, Synchronicity, and Music
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greenstormSo this Blue Rodeo Greatest Hits CD has been going through my head for about a week, just tracks 6-9. I've posted about them.
Somehow things tend to happen together-- music gets stuck in my head, I get emotionally intense and a little 'emotionally disoriented', I love people lots, the seasons change, my past resurfaces and turns.
A day ago, or two, I posted about moving in with Bob. The only person I've moved in with before called me today. I'd been waiting for Kynnin to call me to get together for years, and I gave up not too long ago. I mourned. I started this new relationship, in which I am happy, and am now consolidating it. And now Kynnin calls. I wanna be a crazy girlfriend and call back to say, "dude, why do you always call at the worst, most disruiptive times? Well, you can't disrupt me anymore, I'm doing what I'm doing and it's too late for you." But, I'm not crazy. So I'm getting together with him Monday, unless he flakes out. We shall see.
Yesterday I started writing in a paper journal cause I wasn't on the computer at the time. I'm pondering love; specifically, how I use the word to describe a feeling I have, and what actions I take or don't take when I have those feelings. There are a lot of people in my life that I love, and I'm not dealing with that very well. Hopefully I can figure out what to do about it. I may transcribe that journal later. It's all about my limited time on the computer.
Today CrazyChris called me, just as I was talking to Bob about how much I wanted to talk to him. He came over and we were moderately dysfunctional together for the hour that he had, and I fed him soup. It feels like the day of the exes, but Chris and I are more friends than exes. I love him so very much, in a pretty non-ambiguous sense that involves us calling each other when we want to, and not when we don't.
I'm having a terrible headcold in my house, and more people have dropped by. I got to putter, and now they're in the computer room visiting. So, I'll go visit. Be well. More later.
Somehow things tend to happen together-- music gets stuck in my head, I get emotionally intense and a little 'emotionally disoriented', I love people lots, the seasons change, my past resurfaces and turns.
A day ago, or two, I posted about moving in with Bob. The only person I've moved in with before called me today. I'd been waiting for Kynnin to call me to get together for years, and I gave up not too long ago. I mourned. I started this new relationship, in which I am happy, and am now consolidating it. And now Kynnin calls. I wanna be a crazy girlfriend and call back to say, "dude, why do you always call at the worst, most disruiptive times? Well, you can't disrupt me anymore, I'm doing what I'm doing and it's too late for you." But, I'm not crazy. So I'm getting together with him Monday, unless he flakes out. We shall see.
Yesterday I started writing in a paper journal cause I wasn't on the computer at the time. I'm pondering love; specifically, how I use the word to describe a feeling I have, and what actions I take or don't take when I have those feelings. There are a lot of people in my life that I love, and I'm not dealing with that very well. Hopefully I can figure out what to do about it. I may transcribe that journal later. It's all about my limited time on the computer.
Today CrazyChris called me, just as I was talking to Bob about how much I wanted to talk to him. He came over and we were moderately dysfunctional together for the hour that he had, and I fed him soup. It feels like the day of the exes, but Chris and I are more friends than exes. I love him so very much, in a pretty non-ambiguous sense that involves us calling each other when we want to, and not when we don't.
I'm having a terrible headcold in my house, and more people have dropped by. I got to putter, and now they're in the computer room visiting. So, I'll go visit. Be well. More later.
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Date: 2006-09-08 05:50 am (UTC)If youre feeling well on saturday, perhaps youd like to come to a show?
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