Day One Hundred and Six: Ow

This wasn't a bad day overall; in fact, it was quite a good day. But by the time I remembered to get out my camera, I had quite a headache (from walking into the sun at the park for too long), so this is what I came up with.

Day One Hundred and Five: Moss

It still kind of weirds me out when I notice people watching me take pictures. I was walking around outside my apartment building, taking pictures of the ground and, after having done it for several minutes, thinking myself alone, I noticed someone sitting in a car in the parking lot, watching me. I literally jumped and practically ran around the corner to another location--with no audience. Then I felt silly for reacting so strongly.

Day One Hundred and Four: Nosey

I felt sick today, so I just stayed in bed and read and napped. Since I didn't leave the bed, I took pictures of kitties.

Day One Hundred and Three: Violence

This statue of an angels preparing to slay Satan (I presume?) with a sword is outside a Catholic church in Dallas near Cory's house. I'm not sure why this particular image was chosen to honor the person whose name is on the plaque on the side. I don't think this is how I would want to be honored.

Day One Hundred and Two: Bud

The most precious gift we can offer others is our presence. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.

--Thich Nhat Hanh

Day One Hundred and One: Empty

My dad is in town from Florida. He and his significant other are moving back to the area very soon. Since he was in town, I went to dinner with him and Cory. That was fun. I think it went well.

This was also the anniversary of the death of an ex-boyfriend of mine. He died five years ago (after we'd already broken up) while on a vacation to Colorado. He was only 31 years old.

Day One Hundred: Wipers

I finished Richard Dawkins' The God Delusion and got to spend time with Cory. I enjoyed both a great deal (although I do have a few criticisms of the Dawkins book, things that I would've liked to have seen done better).

Day Ninety-Nine: Barbed Wire

I had to go to the dentist in the morning. I hate going to the dentist. And then I spent the afternoon cleaning up my apartment. But after that I got to see Cory, who was finally back in town after a trip to Lubbock with his sister. We had an early dinner and then I spent the rest of the evening avoiding work. All in all, not a bad day.

Day Ninety-Eight: Sill

Essentially, I didn't bother getting up today. I mostly stayed in bed and read Richard Dawkins' The God Delusion. I did a little bit of cleaning around the apartment and at least took out the trash and checked my mail, but yeah, mostly stayed in bed.

Day Ninety-Seven: Frozen

The weather has gone from temperatures in the 80s on Saturday to freezing rain today. That's Texas for you. I'm doing my best to avoid all of it. The warmer weather brought mysterious allergens; the cold brings . . . cold. I'll just stay inside, thank you.

Plus, I have no real reason to go anywhere this week. Everyone has gone away. Cory's in Lubbock; Zachary's on the west coast (San Francisco today and Portland later in the week); Kim's gone back to Indiana; Kristi's either traveling for work (maybe New York today?) or at home with her husband. That just leaves me and the kitties.

Day Ninety-Six: Measuring Up

Today has been a very lazy day. I made a list of things to do over the next few days, though, so I am prepared to be more productive tomorrow.

Day Ninety-Five: Ding!

I'd planned to go ride my bike at the park today since it was unseasonably warm (in the 80s!), but it was also unseasonably allergen-tastic and I had sneezing fits every time I went outside. So I stayed in and read instead. Today I read Naomi Neale's I Went to Vassar for This?, which is fluffy chick lit with a nod toward some feminist-y ideas. It was mildly entertaining and avoided being outright offensive, even though the ending was weak and the protagonist stupider than she should've been.

Day Ninety-Four: Trash

We are not special.
We are not crap or trash, either.
We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.

~Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

Day Ninety-Three: Smirk

This is simply a small sign with an arrow pointing toward the ground that I spotted on a utility pole while walking around the neighborhood today with Cory--or, if turned at an angle, a smirky little face.

Day Ninety-Two: Fallen

I was sad for most of the early part of the day, but the evening was great. Cory and I had dinner at Banana Leaf (awesome Thai food), then went and got chocolate at the grocery store for later. He'd gotten some free wine earlier in the day, so we went back to the house and played games with Scott and Lisa while eating chocolate and drinking. It was a lovely way to end the year.

Happy New Year, everybody!