My cell phone broke sometime last week after a last terminal tumble earthward. It makes me feel disconnected. I don’t get a paycheck until this friday, and even then it’s going to take a nice chunk of change to replace it.
We’ll be eating ramen next week.
The snow that decided to cover everything at the end of last weekend is gone, and once again it looks more late late March than late February. It’s alright. I’m not complaining or anything.
I’ve been here for 10 months now. Now that I’m closer to 23 than 22, what’s different about what I’m doing?
I’ve got a big drive wheel at the magazine. A big drive wheel.
This is a tad overwhelming at first, but I’m slowly working into the groove. Cushion your deadlines. Tell them it’s due now. If you have details to tie up, do them when they’re FRESH in your head. Never wait to call. Hit them with 4 media of communication if you don’t get a response.
You know, lessons like that.
I’m working on personal stuff a lot less than I used to.
My fault. I’m in a nicer space now, so I tend to chill out more than work on my writing. This basically means that before I had more than a tight little hotel room to sit in, watching a movie and typing a script were the same amount of comfortable. Now that I have more operation room, I have less focus. Bad excuses. My fault.
Time then, for a kick start. Adhere to certain constraints to try and counter whatever it is you’re doing wrong. I need to pick something and finish it. Last June I finally finished that damn script. Now I need to edit it.
Kick start. Stay the course.
A response to my last post, I suppose. It’s all snowy again.
Now it looks like February.
Psychologically, winter doesn’t hit me like it used to. I don’t feel the same about it anymore. It used to be that the grey and the cold kind of spiritually wore me out–I know it’s a common complaint, but usually people who say that are the people who aren’t happy no matter what the weather is like.
My time here is now the longest I’ve ever spent from home. So much of my picture of winter this year and last year has to do with not being at home anymore. When I came back from Missouri and started working at the winery, there was a certain clairvoyance in my movement. I said that 2004 would be my last winter in Canandaigua. I didn’t know where I was going to go, but I knew I was going to leave.
Here I am. I’ve left. It’s nearly Valentine’s Day, and my life has changed drastically in the last year. Things like this always lead us to wonder what the rest of 2006 is going to bring.
It’s nearly spring, and it doesn’t feel like winter has started. On the other hand, maybe it’s not that winter is more benevolent–maybe I don’t look at winter the same way. Maybe it’s just one less thing I hate.
It’s amazing how much less you hate when you’re not miserable anymore.
One of the things that was funny about the fall of 2004 is that it seemed to take winter a long time to come. I seldom remember waiting until December to see the first real snowfall of the year. Around September I remember smoking cigarettes on my porch in Shortsville, thinking to myself about how I’d probably need to put shoes on in the following week or so. I went barefoot until sometime in November.
I moved to Milford in the last week of April in 2005. The temperatures were seasonal until around the last week of May. From then until October, I remember being coated in a constant blanket of humidity and sweat.
That suits me fine, but are our summers getting a tad warmer? Are our winters getting a tad milder? I didn’t turn my heat on until November. In January, I was without my jacket for more days than with it.
February feels off to a normal start, though most of us are complaining because winter is finally behaving like winter. I suppose I haven’t been around long, but I’ve never seen a winter like this.