Mundane participation for the tragically bored.

I told Set yesterday that if I could figure out a healthy (and socially acceptable) way to do it, I would live on alliums.

onions
scallions
scapes
garlic
chives

I've got a craving for that old onion thread

ahhh

it was fried onions

even better




http://able2know.org/topic/123197-1

I bought a blond wig once, back in the day, probably mid sixties. I wanted streaked hair like some friends had. What a disaster, so wrong, me with then auburn-ish hair. I never wore it out my door, tossed it. I probably should have put it in the donation pile, and maybe I did, don't remember.

You, on the other hand, thrive on hair play, wonderfully.

doing: tweeted the fried onion thread

just because

wearing: black yoga pants (what a surprise), raspberry tank under multi berry/sage t under brown polar fleece pullover, comfy Jeep logo socks
hearing: Accent on Toronto comedy show on the radio
drinking: Lady Grey tea
doing: sneezing, listening for the dryer, playing word games here and on FB
eating: nothing. had a great burger at the Oak Park Deli after I went swimming
feeling: glad that I seem to be making a routine of swimming
wanting: to figure out where my old swimsuits are - see if they're still viable
looking forward to: swimming again tomorrow, then slightly warmer temps early in the week

good on you for lane swimming; it's the best excercise

wearing: brown jeggings, pink lace-trimmed t under another pink/sage tie-dye long sleeve t with interesting hem, pink/brown polka dot socks, brown clogs
hearing: intro to As It Happens on the radio
drinking: nothing. had some decaf tea earlier
doing: trying to figure out what the little dog wants. she's been fed, watered, walked multiple times ... she still wants something
eating: nothing
feeling: sleepy
wanting: to speak dog
looking forward to: swimming on the weekend, hip hip hooray cabaret and going to see friends dancing to an Arabic orchestra

I'd forgotten how much I love swimming it out. Last weekend was my third weekend and I did over 40 lengths of backstroke plus another 40 lengths of mixed crawl and resting strokes. I'm getting my power back. At one point, I was passing the swimmer in the next lane - I was doing a solid backstroke while they were doing an Australian crawl. It felt so good to be able to just calmly slide down the lanes again.

My dance classes have been great for my stamina in the pool, and my work on my backstroke in the last month have done great things for some of the shoulder work we do at the Dark Side. Oddly enough, the backstroke is also helping with dum tek tek dum tek tek dum tek we're doing with our zills while doing foot pathways in a different rhythm.

wearing: black jeans (I really need some new jeans); olive green and dark blue plaid dress shirt, black sneakers.
hearing: Some Bruce Springsteen song I'm unfamiliar with on the office radio.
drinking: Nothing.
doing: Allegedly working?
eating: Nothing.
feeling: Ennui-filled. Like a almond croissant filled with sweet almond filling but filled with ennui instead.
wanting: To have a dog. Someone to go to a haunted house this weekend as well.
looking forward to: The new James Bond is still too far away, (November 6th).

wearing:brown skinny pants, raspberry t under long-sleeve grey t, green/pink/raspberry/lime scarf, brown tall clogs, very poofy blonde hair
hearing: news about Mexico post-Patricia
drinking: Nothing.
doing: considering tonight's wardrobe
eating: Nothing but melting an open-faced cheese sandwich
feeling: exhausted and energized. just swam a bit under a mile
wanting: dance energy
looking forward to: partying at hip hip hooray cabaret tonight

wearing: sexy sleek mod-patterned ankle-length skirt in browns and ivory, camel sloppy mid-calf boots, form-fitting chocolate spandex-y top, knobby granny sweater, jewelry Sissy gave me (nice!) I feel sexy. The mins is lookin at me, so I rather think today I WAS sexy. (heh)
hearing: silence
drinking: Blue Moon #3 - first beer in two weeks. Been busy. It's nice.
doing: warding off bedtime
eating: burping cucumber effluvia from two hours ago...
feeling: sadly too tired to re-uptake gym regimen
wanting: to re-uptake gym regimen and move away from this horrid pitstain
looking forward to: my grandbaby recognizing me

Yeah! Wouldn't that be a trip?

wearing:Hue jeggings, black/white striped long sleeve t, mismatched socks, brown clogs
hearing: news about more trouble in Aleppo
drinking: Nothing.
doing: relaxing after the Hallowe'en rush. peeled off the thobe and wig I'd been wearing
eating: black Twizzlers. the corner store lady brought it in for me so I kinda had to buy it
feeling: chlorine-itchy
wanting: to not scratch
looking forward to: the start of the next session at the dance studio. I'm going to learn how to develop a solo - not that I plan to actually perform it - just want to learn more about the structure/theory

wearing: sweatpants, white tshirt.
hearing: Marcus Roberts playing jazz piano over Spotify.
drinking: Nothing.
doing: Not much as its half past midnight (preclock change).
eating: Nothing. Probably should brush my teeth for the night.
feeling: All things considered.... Enjoyed some artichoke, spinach, and mushrooms on white pizza.
wanting: Hopefully I'll won't be in a funk tomorrow so I can get the motivation to go to the gym later today.
looking forward to: Seeing a couple of friends at a special screening of Phantom of the Opera (classic film) with a live chamber music band Sunday night.

wearing: my first UGA t - I had to buy for Teacher's School Pride Day. I'd never had a UGA shirt before, and I like it. Black with GEORGIA emblazoned in red across the girls, framed in grey. black yoga pants, furry bedroom shoes, my favorite black workout jacket. I'm always cold-ish when I first wake up.
hearing: Birds finding their way from the wooded forest-y area across the street to my birdfeeder hanging in the tree outside the window.
drinking: first cuppa
doing: Trying to goof off for a while before I continue my Hardworkin, Catch Up On All Manner o' Crap Weekend, so Youse Can See The Baby Next Weekend.
eating: Planning GF toast, avo spread, smoked salmon, capers and leafy accouterments. nods.
feeling: a little sad, a little happy. powerful.
wanting: energy to continue increasing, my son's business to catch a bigger clientele.
looking forward to: seeing that baby again!!!! My week off at Tgiving.

wearing: green/white leaf print jammie pants, grey t, grey sparkly cardigan
hearing: news about this weekend's subway closure
drinking: tea
doing: getting ready to change into bathing suit, pool gear so I can head out for today's swim
eating: Nothing. Probably should brush my teeth again
feeling: mellowish
wanting: the courage to try music mapping (and to present the results on Tuesday)
looking forward to: tomorrow's meeting of our Turkish Roma dance group. We'll be making plans for 2016. I'm on the books to create a choreo for the group I'm going to try to do a sort of hip hop/havasi fusion

wearing: pink flannel pj bottoms with black polka dots. White racer back tank. Bare feets. I have bangs now...I am just a bang girl. No getting around it. Yes I said girl...what of it?
hearing: Broncos vs. Colts....waiting for Peyton to get the record. Hope he gets it hope he gets it hope he gets it.
drinking: Thinking about pouring a glass of blackberry merlot...it's like kool-aid. Doesn't really count as wine. It makes my knees feel loose. Seriously.
doing: this
feeling: I'm a bit depressive right now. Coming off my manic. Love the manic...hate the depressive.
looking forward to: <crickets chirping> nah that's not true...the boys have a Jazz Christmas concert coming up...J on trumpet and S on drumset...I am looking forward to that.
wanting: phth.

wearing: black comfy yoga pants, favorite grey t, mismatched socks, granny glasses.
hearing: rain on various surfaces, hum of technology
drinking: some cheap California red - it's not bad
doing: basking in happy smile from son's call; cavalierly postponing bedtime; forcibly ignoring horror at school
feeling: like I will climb out of this funk and make a life
looking forward to: seeing the family together at Thanksgiving. It will be the first time my mother sees my grandson. He kicks ass.
wanting: quiet confidence

Now that really begs for a joke answer. But, ya know what? Imma just keep my filthy thoughts to myself. I don't wanna offend nobody, er nuthin.

Kinda brings to mind the old joke about the psychologist giving a Rorschach test to some perv. After every presentation he would "see" something involving some form of fornication.

After a spell, the psychologist said: "You seem to think about copulation a lot, eh?"

The guy said: "Me!? You're the one with the collection of pornographic pictures that you show around, eh?"

wearing: jeans and lavender tee
hearing: Homeland on TV
drinking: coca cola
feeling: sinus pressure
looking forward to: sinus clearing up
wanting: to feel better