When Last We Tuned In...
May. 11th, 2004 10:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
talktoolooseI got really sick last week with a fever of 39.5 (103 in the colonialist scale). I missed two days of work which stressed me more than I thought it would. This has mostly to do with my unhealthy relationship with my direct supervisor. But other than that, I enjoyed being sick more than usual.
Usually, I'm very disappointed when my body lets me down but this time I just went with the waves of fatigue -- reading and sleeping the day away: Lawnboy by Paul Lisicky which I find found compelling and slightly otherworldly. I couldn't relate to the main character as fully as I would have liked, but I felt drawn to his journey and to the tough-minded confusion of his intelligence. I also loved the evocation of South Florida: a horrid and succulent landscape that I'm eternally fascinated by.
Last night, we ate dinner in the garden for the first time in 2004 and I had breakfast there this morning. Gougou is very happy running around while we eat and requires less constant attention. The garden is such a gift! Depending on which street you are on in our neighbourhood, or which side of which street, your garden is deep or almost non-existent. A house not far away just sold for an obscene amount of money and had a garden the size of our back patio. No thanks. Unfortunately, a huge patch of our grass is totally burned and stinky from dog piss. This problem will improve as Gougou spends more time peeing on walks and less in the garden.
Ack! I'm all soft and bucolic this morning despite getting really drawn in by discussions on the CBC this morning about how gas prices affect community shape and another on Monsanto backing off on plans for Roundup-Ready wheat in Canada.
Spring, spring, spring.
Usually, I'm very disappointed when my body lets me down but this time I just went with the waves of fatigue -- reading and sleeping the day away: Lawnboy by Paul Lisicky which I find found compelling and slightly otherworldly. I couldn't relate to the main character as fully as I would have liked, but I felt drawn to his journey and to the tough-minded confusion of his intelligence. I also loved the evocation of South Florida: a horrid and succulent landscape that I'm eternally fascinated by.
Last night, we ate dinner in the garden for the first time in 2004 and I had breakfast there this morning. Gougou is very happy running around while we eat and requires less constant attention. The garden is such a gift! Depending on which street you are on in our neighbourhood, or which side of which street, your garden is deep or almost non-existent. A house not far away just sold for an obscene amount of money and had a garden the size of our back patio. No thanks. Unfortunately, a huge patch of our grass is totally burned and stinky from dog piss. This problem will improve as Gougou spends more time peeing on walks and less in the garden.
Ack! I'm all soft and bucolic this morning despite getting really drawn in by discussions on the CBC this morning about how gas prices affect community shape and another on Monsanto backing off on plans for Roundup-Ready wheat in Canada.
Spring, spring, spring.
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Date: 2004-05-11 07:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-11 03:33 pm (UTC)Also, ARIEL SCHRAG! Don't you stop!