Tuesday, November 6, 2007
I know you're anxious to read more...
... but when I come home from school, I'm tired. And especially today...I went for my fancy pedicure. Even drank a glass of wine while there. So nice. So tonight especially I'm pretty darn sleepy.
I blame the massage portion of the delicious pedicure. Sugar scrub, mint mud wrap, fancy lotion (more like thick cream). My feet were and are happy.
So, patience, my readers. The weekend is on the horizon.
sort of.
I blame the massage portion of the delicious pedicure. Sugar scrub, mint mud wrap, fancy lotion (more like thick cream). My feet were and are happy.
So, patience, my readers. The weekend is on the horizon.
sort of.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Reverse Culture Shock
I'm having a hard time getting back to reality. Since Thursday, I've been finding myself saying, "last week at this time..." That's sort of died off by now (Sunday), but I do find myself thinking of last weekend a lot.
I want to tell everyone I see. I want everyone to continue to ask me about it. I want people to wonder why I still tear up when I tell my favorite parts of the weekend.
I look at pictures a lot. I think of the feelings. I remember the pain, the joy. I play with the flappy skin on my rubbed-off blisters. I push on the hardened callouses on the balls of my feet. I think about what my pedicurist will think when I finally get to meet him or her.
It's still there. All of it is still with me. Sometimes I wonder how I can't do it again.
I want to tell everyone I see. I want everyone to continue to ask me about it. I want people to wonder why I still tear up when I tell my favorite parts of the weekend.
I look at pictures a lot. I think of the feelings. I remember the pain, the joy. I play with the flappy skin on my rubbed-off blisters. I push on the hardened callouses on the balls of my feet. I think about what my pedicurist will think when I finally get to meet him or her.
It's still there. All of it is still with me. Sometimes I wonder how I can't do it again.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Film isn't the only thing that needs processing
Most of my women readers understand the need for "processing." Processing is a period of time needed to--well, process--the preceding events of which will eventually need discussion.
There is so much to the weekend, it's hard to let it all out at once. It's hard to get it all out. I've told friends, sometimes though tears, that it will have to come out piece by piece. I find it's very easy to start crying. Over seemingly little things. Little to others, meaningful to me.
So continue to come back here in the next few days or weeks. I will tell you all about the weekend. From the logistics to the tears.
And since you will ask, no, I'm really not all that tired. Seriously.
There is so much to the weekend, it's hard to let it all out at once. It's hard to get it all out. I've told friends, sometimes though tears, that it will have to come out piece by piece. I find it's very easy to start crying. Over seemingly little things. Little to others, meaningful to me.
So continue to come back here in the next few days or weeks. I will tell you all about the weekend. From the logistics to the tears.
And since you will ask, no, I'm really not all that tired. Seriously.
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