There’s a good bit of attitude change going on over here in the Wino household. Since my father died, actually since before then, when things were particularly rough for us, I’ve felt a little like I was living in a cloud. Not under one, even a scary, dark one, because that would imply visibility. Being able to see the end of things, that you’d make it out of the storm eventually. It’s been quite different, more like the wisps of white that pass by your plane window at top speeds. They don’t seem tangible, these threads of cotton, but they must be, because you can feel that tin capsule bouncing around the sky as you pass through them. It’s definitely more like that. There wasn’t anything physical to blame, no dimmer switch being turned down slowly, but the feeling was similar. Fog and limited visibility and at times being tossed around the sky. It’s lifting.
There is evidence aplenty that this is the case, starting first with going to BlogHer DC on Monday. I wouldn’t have been able to go this summer. I would not have wanted to squee upon seeing old friends, would not have gone gah gah over swag. I would have been grateful for the back seat in a session and the quiet a hotel room brings and the cocktail parties. Oh, the BlogHer cocktail parties.
I’m ready to date again. Now don’t start lining up, fellas; a girl’s dance card can only hold so many. Conversations don’t seem as taxing and I’m not always checking my watch. Unless they can’t stop talking about Guitar Hero and their exes. And my exes. Then I’m sure to be wearing at least two timepieces.
I’m ready to have a voice again. I haven’t been hiding in the stairwells from the neighbors, haven’t been fake cell phoning when I just don’t want to talk to them. I’ve been making efforts to say hello, like the old Kris would have, making efforts to tell them to move their freaking grills away from the side of the building because fire? Fire makes smoke. And smoke? Smoke rises. Straight into Kris’ apartment. So if you would, be a peach and move your grill closer to the street. And please don’t pout about it anymore.
I’m sure that the trip had something to do with this change in feeling, this looking forward to what’s up next on the social schedule. Pictures snapped with my sister against the Corfu sky and the absolute brilliance that was our Irish tablemates reminded me that there’s so much joy out there in people. Lots to be had, seen, experienced. Looking forward to it, again.
Sha-la-la-la.
(Sit Ubu sit. Good dog.)
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Welcome back
I’m still in the midst of my fog. So happy for you. Hope to join you in the sunlight someday soon though…
Sorry, babe. I’m outta your league! :)
Kidding. Not. Yes, I am. No, not kidding. Maybe.
So glad things are getting easier. And I’m going to be at DC BlogHer on Monday too! So I’ll definitely look for you.
It’s all in the looking forward.
Glad the fog has lifted.
Also, your grill speech? Can you come give it to my pot smoking neighbors? Who smoke on their patio that then wafts nasty pot smoke into MY KITCHEN? My cats are high all the time.
It’s great that you’re getting back into the swing of things. Looking forward to seeing you on Monday! :)
So it’s still okay to talk about Rock Band and current girlfriends?
It’s so nice to know you’re ready for further punishment on the dating scene.
isn’t that such a great feeling? so many wonderful things about being alive are forgotten about in such clouds.
welcome back!
Glad you’re out of the cloud. You could use a tan :o)
Love, Miss Pasty-pale-white
Great post. Even greater Family Ties reference.
Enjoy the sunshine.
Looking forward to the dating stories.
And I am glad you’re feeling better. I’ve no doubt the trip did help, from my own perspective that kind of thing always helps me.
(Sit Ubu sit. Good dog.)
I TOTALLY REMEMBER THAT COMMERCIAL!
P.S. You’re awesome.
It’s wonderful, when the fog lifts and life seems to slip into a new groove, and move along a new path. I’m so happy to hear about your happiness. Just say the word when you need a partner in crime. =-)
Wait. How’d you do this?
“It’s been quite different, more like the wisps of white that pass by your plane window at top speeds. They don’t seem tangible, these threads of cotton, but they must be, because you can feel that tin capsule bouncing around the sky as you pass through them.”
Finally adding you to my Reader. I should have done it a long time ago but sometimes I’m an idiot.
Yay You!
Sweet Ubu reference! Also: am also going to Blogher on Monday. Would love to meet you!
For potential dates: your adoring fans should post “conversation starter” questions. Also we can post “conversation enders” in case you need to get the hell out quickly!!!! What fun!!!!
I will take responsibility for your change in mood.
I’ve been sending an army of ants, each one carrying a droplet of maple syrup. In your sleep each night, a precious drop is placed on each of your pieces of cutlery, thus infusing them with Canadian Happiness™.
You’re very welcome.