Sunday, February 12, 2006
Sabbath (Dreamville)
It snowed today. I think it's still coming down right now actually. All day long it was beautiful white flakes that blanketed the city streets. For being in the city it was an aweful peaceful day. Last night was even better. It was so quiet outside, no cars, no sirens; if you tried hard enough I imagine you could have heard the snow falling. That's what I remember about the moments right before I fell asleep, the silence. What was so amazing was that life retained the same muted state for when I awoke this morning.
I was able to move past last week today. Not sure when it actually happened, but it did, and now I'm ready for this one that's ahead of us. I awoke this morning to an e-mail from my grandfather in Grand Cayman with the following message:
Hahaha. I smiled and sent him back a few pictures of the snow. Then I read for a few hours. I talked to my mother and sister. I ventured outside to in the early afternoon hours to take some pictures around the neighborhood. Then I watched a movie I rented--Elizabethtown--and it made me mellow. (Being a stated fact already in the record that I am in fact a sap, the following comments are allowed with no fear of losing any {more of} my manhood). I liked the movie. I like the idea of a girl out there, I like the idea of road trips like was featured, and I definately loved the soundtrack (Cameron Crowe has yet to fail us in that regard). I'm going to stop there before I really embaress myself. So I watched the movie, pausing halfway through when I decided I better dig my car out for in the morning before I lost daylight. So that took about an hour, but the labor was actually pretty relaxing (mostly). Then I came back in and finished it up, took a shower, had a shave, stared at the haircut I paid too much for yesterday and laughed at how bad it turned out to be (I'm on a tight budget...I can't do that anymore! Must find a good barber!!!) and then came back to my room, where I am now. Uploaded my pictures, cranked up the Tom Petty, flipped on The Olympics, and felt at peace for the first time in several days.
It was a culmination of events that engendred a mix of emotions that brought me to being here now. That's why I took time above to recount my entire day. Today was a Day of Rest, but not in the typical sense. In the sense that how mental functions differ from the other six days of the week. And I think that's how it was intended to be. One day at a time. ¶ 2/12/2006 07:37:00 PM
I was able to move past last week today. Not sure when it actually happened, but it did, and now I'm ready for this one that's ahead of us. I awoke this morning to an e-mail from my grandfather in Grand Cayman with the following message:
"Spirit is offering cheap flights from Boston!!
We spent all day yesterday buy the pool and
watch the waves. Stay warm!"
Hahaha. I smiled and sent him back a few pictures of the snow. Then I read for a few hours. I talked to my mother and sister. I ventured outside to in the early afternoon hours to take some pictures around the neighborhood. Then I watched a movie I rented--Elizabethtown--and it made me mellow. (Being a stated fact already in the record that I am in fact a sap, the following comments are allowed with no fear of losing any {more of} my manhood). I liked the movie. I like the idea of a girl out there, I like the idea of road trips like was featured, and I definately loved the soundtrack (Cameron Crowe has yet to fail us in that regard). I'm going to stop there before I really embaress myself. So I watched the movie, pausing halfway through when I decided I better dig my car out for in the morning before I lost daylight. So that took about an hour, but the labor was actually pretty relaxing (mostly). Then I came back in and finished it up, took a shower, had a shave, stared at the haircut I paid too much for yesterday and laughed at how bad it turned out to be (I'm on a tight budget...I can't do that anymore! Must find a good barber!!!) and then came back to my room, where I am now. Uploaded my pictures, cranked up the Tom Petty, flipped on The Olympics, and felt at peace for the first time in several days.
It was a culmination of events that engendred a mix of emotions that brought me to being here now. That's why I took time above to recount my entire day. Today was a Day of Rest, but not in the typical sense. In the sense that how mental functions differ from the other six days of the week. And I think that's how it was intended to be. One day at a time. ¶ 2/12/2006 07:37:00 PM
