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Thursday, May 31, 2007

There was a time in what passes for my life when I found myself getting up extra early to drag my sorry (though adorable) ass to the Y for a long pummeling workout before slouching off to the day's labor. There were rational reasons for that descent into lunacy, the foremost being a schedule so out of control that early mornings were mostly the only time to squeeze in a bout of sweaty suffering. Didn't matter -- after I don't know how many months of pure bliss, my bod began letting me know loudly and clearly that it wasn't crazy about that particular lifestyle and kept bitching until I caved and found a way to squeeze in gym-time at more user-friendly hours.

Four action-packed weeks after getting back from Madrid, my bod still seems to be running on European time, waking me up real damn early, so early that I've found myself giving in to it, pulling myself out from under lovely, warm sheets and driving into Montpelier to the gym. And mostly doing okay with it. Mostly.

Two mornings ago, the first day back to what some might call normalcy after a three-day weekend. A Monday masquerading as a Tuesday. Me at the gym, barely conscious, my long-suffering bod not up to what I was trying to convince it to do. The result: me bitching and moaning at immodest volume. Dazed, not at my high-functioning finest. Waded through the full workout, which should have won me all sorts of brownie points on the cosmic level. Instead, the day brought a series of jolting, unpleasant moments, each one darkening my mood even more. I don't generally experience what some would call a bad day. This one, though: nasty. Its big saving grace: sunshine, birds singing. The warm season continuing its slow settling in. Lilac bushes covered with blossoms, butterflies browsing among clusters of lavender forettes for a nectar pick-me-up. The kind of details that can cut through my personal darkness. (Now there's a silly, melodramatic, self-important expression. It's not like I have anything going on in my life worthy of high angst. On the contrary, I'm awash in blessings. I just forget sometimes and begin grumbling about... whatever. Ignore me.)

Er... where was I? Oh, right -- angst and rustic thingies.

Gray, moist weather moved in later the next day, has hovered around ever since. Last night I woke up in the wee hours to the sound of a hard, hard rainfall pounding on the roof. Drifted back to sleep, woke up at a more user-friendly hour with an old top 40 song going through my head -- She's About A Mover, the Sir Douglas Quintet.

How do these old tunes find their way into my teeny brain? I can't remember the last time I heard that one, could probably count on one hand the number of occasions I've heard it in my short lifetime.

One more mystery.


Espaņa, te echo de menos.

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MORE FOCUSED BLATHERINGS


Travels:
London '01
Pamplona
Italy '03
U.K. '03
Sevilla
Casablanca
Stoke-on-Trent
Barcelona
Québec/Ottawa
Boston/Lisbon/Madrid
Italy '04
Montréal
La Sierra

Events:
Madrid -- arrival
9/11
Emergency Room I
Holidays 2001
Holidays 2002
Holidays 2003
Holidays 2004
Holidays 2005
A neighbor's passing
Madrid -- March 11 bombings
  and aftermath
Emergency Room II
Israeli friend/Madrid Marathon
Madrid -- Royal Wedding
The DELE exam

GONE, a novel:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10

THE BASTARD CHILDREN OF
JOE ROCCO, a novella:
-- Part 1
-- Part 2
-- Part 3

BURBANK SHRUGGED,
a screenplay:
-- Part 1
-- Part 2
-- Part 3
-- Part 4

Short stories:
Murphy's Wife
Another Autumn
La Queja de Una
  Hermanastra Muy Conocida

Autobiography
-- Personal History
-- Hormones On Parade
-- Accidents, Random Mishaps,
    Personal Problems

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People/Weblogs:
dooce
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fudge it
fear not
rebekka
bookslut
802online
idle words
madhaiku
wockerjabby
grow-a-brain
rebel market
letting me be
out and about
kung fu grippe
fanatical apathy
baghdad burning
wfuv's music blog
kexp's music blog
mimi smartypants
between the miles
just a hippie gypsy
the impossible cool
tomato can brushes
vermont homestead
sugar mountain farm

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gizmodo
futurismic
postsecret
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human clock
mcsweeney's
spaceweather
book-a-minute
internet archive
self-portrait day
my cat hates you
out of context quotes
surrealist compliment
  generator
strindberg and helium

Makin' Musical Whoopee:
last fm
stereo8
pandora
soma fm

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