Acclimate

I still haven't completely unpacked. Luggage and open bags still stare at me, half-attended to. I suppose its a sign that I still haven't landed. I'm still floating in-between.

I have so much to do, and I actually have some time, but I can't focus. I got my returns to the post office and that was huge. I got some laundry done and ripped some more stuff for my apple tv. (Any guess why it would let me rip a PAL dvd that couldn't be played in my dvd player? How did it even read a PAL disc without yelling at me about regions?)

I hate the hot coming. As I feel it creeping in, I feel as though I hold my breath, not to breath properly again until fall sets in. I used to think it was partly due to having nothing cute to wear, but I have dispelled that theory. Yes, that song lyric is a favorite, but its also 100% true for me.

The Cold Has a Voice

And it Talks to Me

As I scrubbed through the ripped concert searching for that song, and landed on many years of snippets of lyrics. Cold is a very popular theme. So do I like cold because of them? Or is it that part of why I connected so deeply to them, is that they share my understanding of cold? Hard to say after all these years.

I'm really experimenting with my netflix and letting it suggest all kinds of B movies from the 40s. I've seen a lot of kooky stuff lately. But I made a huge mistake with one. It tends to also suggest dark films (can't think why) and I decided I would watch Teeth. I was wrong. It actually made me nauseous and I had to turn it off. Wow. Watcher Beware.

Have I mentioned how much I love my silly little house? Right now its taking a rather thorough beating from the wind, but the creaks don't bother me. This place is like a cocoon for me. Reflections of my kooky self evident everywhere. And that kind of expression comforts me. Yeah, she's tiny. But she's snug. And Victorian houses were small little boxes much of the time in England- maybe that's part of my comfort and affection. I do love Victorian homes.

My arm itches. My 'burn' tattoo hasn't made much progress, but I suppose the itching is a good sign.

I'm reading the latest Sookie Stackhouse book. And I'm having to force myself to hold the book and not buy it on the kindle app, with the book sitting right here. That's weird. When did that happen? I've always loved reading big, heavy books. Suddenly I want light and self-lit. I don't know how I feel about that. Just one more thing to add to the list of changes.

Well, back to my heavy-ass book. The more I stall, the longer it will take to get back to the iPad....