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8.24.2004 ||>  

There have been two times this month where I have been inarticulate with rage. Usually that doesn't happen to me. Like most Irish-Americans, I'm fully content to scream, cry and throw things when I'm angry. Becoming inarticulate is not a common problem, but I suppose when you can't fully express yourself to the other person (because they speak the most difficult language on Earth, apart from Chinese) it's easier. The first was time was the deal with the furniture that you already heard about. The other time was yesterday, which was a mess. But I was good. I did not freak out. I very calmly told the hairdresser that we did not understand each other. I wanted layers. She wanted to give me a mullet. I, in fact, had a mullet (or rather a "femullet" as my old site mate calls them for women) before I figured out what she was up to back there. I did some breathing exercises, thought around the problem as they teach you to do in Aikido, and asked her nicely to cut it off.

"But it's so beautiful," she said.
"You know, it's really not my style." I replied.
"Okay, but I think you're making a mistake."

So she cut off as much as she could without shaving my head. So now, no more mullet. Instead, I have Hillary Clinton hair. I went in for the rock star look and came out with the shortest hair I've had since I was five years old. I still can't decide if I look five or forty, but it'll grow out. And until then, I have lots of hats.

Sepra was livin' easy on 3:19:00 PM || Site Feed ||

8.22.2004 ||>  

There are so many thoughts I've had this morning, it's unbelievable. I made peanut butter pancakes, put on Sarah McLachlan's Afterglow and just sort of grooved the morning. As I listened along, my thoughts seemed to change with every song... this album is perhaps the only one of hers that can't make me depressed just listening to it.

Mornings are only worth it if you can putter. Of course, usually as a student or teacher, this means I can only do this in the summer or on a weekend when there's nothing else to do. I wake up, stretch and lie back down to read a chapter or two of whatever is on my night stand. Then I get up, putter in the kitchen making something too complicated for a work morning like crepes or French toast. I sit down to eat and look out the window, watching the trees breeze outside and listening to the children play in the street. After some contemplation of whatever my mind comes up with, I take a long shower and then get ready for the day.

Some days I'm a mess, but I also feel blessed.

Sepra was livin' easy on 10:01:00 AM || Site Feed ||