Jingle Jangle
Oct. 24th, 2006 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueGetting out of bed this morning was hard. Just moving took about ten minutes. I'm not generally a lingerer; the alarm goes off (internally or externally), my eyes open, and before long I'm eating breakfast. Today it was hard. Today I woke up and it was cold, and Ciro wasn't there.
I keep feeling like some kind of cosmic payment has taken place, a secret deal between gods. I'm not finding coins anymore; after six weeks of plenty, there are none to be found.
I've been wearing my wool cap daily, to cover my unwashed hair, and because it's raining. The cap is too big for me; I bought it too big so that I could wear it even if my hair were up, which it never is. Instead, the cap rides low over my eyes and makes me think of Stonewall Jackson.
We watched The 3rd Man today, and everyone at the school got the zither theme stuck in their heads. We passed each other in line at the coffee bar, or on the stairs, and sang do-do do, do-do do-do...
I saw my shoulder for the first time in six weeks. It was surprising to realize it had been that long. I know I've been bundled up since I got here, and never fully naked except in the shower; I guess in the shower, I never turned my head to the side. It was in camera class I saw it. The equipment and the crowd made the room hot enough that I stripped to my tank top; I turned to pass back a depth-of-field chart, and there was my shoulder.
I've spent enough time walking from shoe store to shoe store that my feet have toughened up and I no longer need better shoes.
I've been reading a lot of classical poetry, particularly different translations of the beginning of the Aeneid. This one's my favorite.
I keep feeling like some kind of cosmic payment has taken place, a secret deal between gods. I'm not finding coins anymore; after six weeks of plenty, there are none to be found.
I've been wearing my wool cap daily, to cover my unwashed hair, and because it's raining. The cap is too big for me; I bought it too big so that I could wear it even if my hair were up, which it never is. Instead, the cap rides low over my eyes and makes me think of Stonewall Jackson.
We watched The 3rd Man today, and everyone at the school got the zither theme stuck in their heads. We passed each other in line at the coffee bar, or on the stairs, and sang do-do do, do-do do-do...
I saw my shoulder for the first time in six weeks. It was surprising to realize it had been that long. I know I've been bundled up since I got here, and never fully naked except in the shower; I guess in the shower, I never turned my head to the side. It was in camera class I saw it. The equipment and the crowd made the room hot enough that I stripped to my tank top; I turned to pass back a depth-of-field chart, and there was my shoulder.
I've spent enough time walking from shoe store to shoe store that my feet have toughened up and I no longer need better shoes.
I've been reading a lot of classical poetry, particularly different translations of the beginning of the Aeneid. This one's my favorite.
