short vent

I wish I were about half a foot taller. I just went around putting things away - invariably on high shelves that I couldn't reach... and changing ceiling light bulbs - which I also can't reach effectively, even when standing on a chair.

On the other hand, I realize why D. always complains of the heat, even in the dead of winter - heat really DOES rise and its damn hot that close to the ceiling. I'm sitting here sweating bullets when I was freezing not half an hour ago.

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Got a phone call from an old college friend tonight. Turns out he's been MIA because he's been traveling a lot for work - several U.S. cities and Brazil in the past 6 months. Everything is in storage and he has one phone number that is good everywhere (well, everywhere in the U.S., that is) It was good to hear from him because it seemed that just as I caught back up with him he fell off my radar again - now I know why.

It was kind of sad that I couldn't give him any news more exciting than that - just the routine of work, sew, work, watch tv, etc. and that it doesn't look to change in the immediate future. I envy him all that travel, even if it was for work, but I don't envy him the lack of a "base" - I think I would feel extremely disoriented if I didn't have a place to "hang my hat", so to speak.

I am counting the days until spring - I cannot, cannot wait! This winter has been worse and stranger than usual. The lows, the lethargy I can cope with - that's usual every year. But this year - I don't know whether its the lack of light, the cold, timing my meds, or what - but I've been treated to the new flavor of anxious, obsessive "highs" followed by the urge to curl up with a blanket and tv remote until Easter. Sometimes all in the same day. If the anxiety/obsessiveness would translate into something more like manic joy I could channel it into something useful but I've done that before and its almost as obnoxious as crankily deciding to fix ALL of the burnt-out lightbulbs TODAY...So spring is good. Winter bad.

Been fighting the demons by scanning more of my old photo clippings (like I resolved to). Just finished a spate of articles about designers/companies marketing futuristic fashions and fabrics, half of which felt the urge to follow the late 20th century trend of trying to sound hip and cool by adding a "2000" to everything. I wonder how these companies are faring now that we're practically sitting in 2002?

Speaking of which, I'm going to have some friends over for new years tomorrow night. We have not had guests for an age and I find I miss having company more than I thought. I hope I still remember how to entertain :P