An incredible picture by Mark Sobczak, taken on an expedition to the North Pole. These are Waterfalls off of the ice pack in Svalbard, Norway. I copied that from his Facebook page. Ursula K Le Guin herself couldn’t have dreamed these up. I want to go to Norway so badly.
Today I helped out on some of the more infamous tasks at the park. The maintenance crew has to do this stuff all the time, but I got to guest star on fish barrel duty. It’s as awful and smelly as it looks. Funny thing though, even awful, smelly tasks aren’t so bad when you love the people you work with. PS I’m a weak little bitch compared to Carly who really did the heavy lifting. Carly is the only female ranger on the field crew. Not only is she a straight bad ass but she’s a real lady too.
I lost my entire itunes library, it was a huge library. All I could do was laugh about it; which I felt pretty evolved about. I was honestly kind of relieved since it was a disorganized mess. I have begun rebuilding my library, going through old CD’s and notes. I thought this was going to be the worst thing ever but it has turned out to be a very enjoyable task.
I assessed what I had left backed up and on cd’s. I recalled, slowly over time, what was gone and would need to be replaced somehow. I felt like I was dusting off a version of myself that I packed away a long time ago. I used to love listening to music, reading about music, learning about music. Somehow, for some stupid reason I let this enjoyable hobby of mine fall to the wayside. I think I know why and I hate myself for it. Deeply.
When I met my husband, I was so taken with him. I wanted so much to be a part of his life that I am sure now, that I mirrored him. I let my planet get sucked into his orbit and my planet was absorbed.
Sunday afternoon Coltrane
Sunday afternoon Coltrane
What a marriage is really like.
"you want your friends and family to think your coffin is actually a portal to a magical world full of lots of sex, good communication and really fun dinners with other couples!"
I threw out my back this morning, and let my charger in a hotel in Philadelphia, so this might be the last you hear of me today. But probably not, because God (and you all) only knows how much I love blogging. I’ll find a way to comment on nonsense even if means I’ll be hunched over Caleb’s Dell computer, moaning like Quasimodo.
When considering what to write this morning, the only thing I could come up with was my relationship with Caleb, which has been going through some growing pains. I figured most people go through rough patches at the beginning of a marriage, even if they don’t talk about it. They don’t talk about it because once you get married, your relationship becomes a closed casket, and there’s no easy way out of it. So you don’t complain because, best case scenario, you don’t want people to worry about you. Instead, you want your friends and family to think your coffin is actually a portal to a magical world full of lots of sex, good communication and really fun dinners with other couples!
Anyway, a marriage is obviously not that. It’s Caleb waking up at 6am when my back first started to spasm, and going to the bathroom to pee before coming back into the bedroom to check on me.