Well, hello again! I really didn't mean for that gap to happen. Practically two months without an entry?? Crazy and I swear I'll never do it again.
I feel like I should make lists, mostly of everything I've done, am doing, listening to, watching, thinking about, feeling, reading, knitting, or pretty much anything else. Two months is a long time.
I've been working hard at my day job. It's not all-consuming like I expected and the people I work with are fantastic, intelligent, intriguing folks. Every day feels solid and productive. The company I work for hugely respects the work-life balance thing, so I work eight hours a day and five days a week. The end. It's a massive shift from the 50-60 hour work week I was used to. It doesn't drain my energy or creative flow, so my time is my own after work. Love it.
Doing: unpacking, organizing, wishing I was knitting more and screenprinting. I miss making a big chaotic mess. Loving the weather here. Moody. Unpredictable. Straight days of rain. It's breathtaking. Wearing sweaters constantly is GREAT. Trying to have style again. A very limited wardrobe for a year makes me somewhat bumfuzzled at the sight of all my clothes. I used to be able to put things together in an interesting way. It's a pretty luxurious problem, so whatever. It's fun.
Wishing: I was making new friends. Non-work friends. I wish I was exploring Portland more. I want to be settled fully in our house before these things, though. I want to feel as rooted to the ground as possible. Everything should have a place and be rooted too. After so much change, I'm really digging the pileup...nothing is going to happen, our plans are happening now. I'm enjoying it so much. I would like to meet some new Portlanders, though.
Watching: fall tv is so lame and wonderful at the same time..."The Office" and so forth, but I still find myself so happy that Jim and Pam got together. "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" is new on the roster. Really funny. Gave it a chance a year or so ago and felt it was so-so. I was wrong. "Doctor Who" on our Netflix. Shamelessly devoted to it now, even with the Christopher Eccleston/David Tennant shake up. I saw Stardust in the theater a few weeks ago and thought it was lovely. Not perfect, but I'll take the happy ending, thank you. Really it's a happy ending wrapped in a happy ending, topped with the same. Just nice.
Radiohead's newest is the download du jour and can only listen to it with my headphones on. I kind of ignore it otherwise. Really sick of Feist--it's always on at work. Blah. Yes, she's French-Canadian and there's just something about that (or whatever), but I've already heard Cat Power, thank you, don't need to hear it again. Sean found a band called Ookla the Mok and aside from that being a great name for a band, they penned a song called, "Stop Talking About Comic Books or I Will Kill You." It's spot-on and let's just say Sean and I have had that conversation before. Also substitute knitting for comics and we've had that talk too.
The house: is a good fit. I'm a homeowner. I could just knock all the walls down. Sure, the roof would cave in, but it's ours and it feels good. It's very open and has a big backyard with an asian pear tree and gigantic yews that form a beautiful canopy over the back half of the yard. The kitchen needs some work, but there is a dishwasher being installed as I write this. It's a grown-up dishwasher. It's super quiet and energy efficent and all stainless steel on the inside AND the outside. Wow. Seriously though, we haven't had a dishwasher in five years and thusly decided to get the one we wanted. I'm really glad we did. It just fun.
That's it. All of this, the house, my life. Enjoyable and with consequence. This is everything, it's here and what I wanted. All the choices and the colors, the decisions and every iota is ours. All of this, it's such a big, wonderful, lovely thing and I'm not looking back. This is just so much better than before. This is our future and it's simply gorgeous so far.