2016 had one last stomach bug to throw my way. Earlier this afternoon I was feeling dizzy so I went outside for some fresh air and saw this lichen-spotted sign. via Instagram [ift.tt/2hBWIDc](http://ift.tt/2hBWIDc) Writing from: my living-room in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: an episode of "Travelers" on Netflix. It had promise but ultimately suffered from the same issues that plague all shows about time travel.
I had lofty goals to come home and get all of my chores done and pack and take a nice hot bath with custom-made bath salts that a friend gave me … and then I was delayed at work, and all that melted like so much Portland snow. I’m still packing! But in twenty-four hours I’ll be reunited with FunkyPlaid. When I arrived home, this confused camellia bud greeted me. Happy Solstice!
Sometimes you sit at home in a world that only exists in a collective imagination. (Credits below.) Sometimes you go out into the real world and inhabit what a joyful fever-dream of a Kevin Costner-obsessed, seven-foot-tall clown who will never speak, only sing and grunt and command people to eat cupcakes while he sings “Under Pressure” at them. Sometimes you are at work and an echo of your past heart walks in as your throat closes and you half-kneel, half-crouch, bargaining with time so maybe this moment could last a little longer than it surely will, bargaining with your shoddy memory which deftly picks exactly now to tell you that this isn’t your beloved but rather someone else’s beloved and can’t you see that all the details are wrong and it doesn’t matter but you won’t cry, no you won’t, not at work, not at a new job, and so you make all of your adult body stand up and smile and walk away.
Work today was rather instructive: I researched a plant that grows outside the library which turned out to be Solanum dulcamara, also known as bittersweet nightshade. It isn’t as toxic as deadly nightshade, but still isn’t anything you want to be snacking on in a parking lot. Pretty, though, isn’t it? Writing from: my non-toxic study in Portland. Listening to: so much “Prison Break”. It’s over soon, and I’m glad; Season 4 consists mainly of gratuitous vengeance interspersed with structural engineering puzzles.
It’s funny, the halfway brain that sprouts from sleep deprivation. I wake up at 05:30 but really I wake up on the bus in downtown Portland, trying to remember if I did basic things like dress myself and feed myself and not leave the front door wide open. So far, I’m doing pretty well. (But let’s not jinx it.) Many photos to catch up on! Nineteen, in fact. I may have a little bit of a preoccupation with flowers.
I did a foolish thing today: I ate a granola bar that had a gluten-containing ingredient I did not catch while I was reading the packaging in the store. I got pretty sick, but since I only ingested a little gluten, I should be fully recovered by tomorrow evening. Work was rough. Tonight FunkyPlaid and I took a walk to the market and it helped me feel better, both physically and emotionally.
Howdy, strangers! I forgot (again) how quickly these pile up when I run out of energy before I can post them each day. I will have to figure out another schedule. But here are some glimpses of the past week or so, plus a throwback photo my mom sent because last Wednesday I fell asleep before remembering to take a picture. [gallery ids=“93849,93851,93853,93854,93855,93856,93857,93858,93859” type=“rectangular”] Pretty much every workday starts out great and ends up with me being the tiredest person to ever tire.
I didn’t get to much of what I had planned for the weekend, but that’s okay. I’m still figuring out how much free time I have now. And I’m realizing just how tired I can get by nine o’clock in the evening. What happened to me? I did take some time to enjoy our garden, and found this tiny inhabitant. Writing from: my study. Listening to: The Talk Show live from WWDC 2016.
Hello, beauty. We’ve been waiting for you. [caption id=“attachment_93705” align=“aligncenter” width=“2448”]Processed with VSCO with hb2 preset[/caption] Writing from: the living room. Listening to: Game 6 of the NBA Finals.
Just when I think Portland can’t get any rosier, FunkyPlaid and I discover a rose show at the mall. [caption id=“attachment_93627” align=“alignnone” width=“2448”]Processed with VSCO with q1 preset[/caption] I’ve made my peace with the mall. I can’t say that I am a fan but my mind is a little more open now. The roses helped.