I woke up with poetry in my brain but now, it can’t seem to bridge between the brain matter and the fingers clicking angrily upon the keyboard. Bother.
The week is seemingly going by quickly but I think it’s going to take ’til the weekend before I get into my “looking forward to” mood. If I didn’t already blog about it (and I don’t think I did) I have a lot of stuff coming up to look forward to:
- November 8th – freshmen register and my office will once again be busy
- November 12th – Jag’s game in Jacksonville
- Nevember 17th – my parents come up for an FSU game(and food and fun!)
- November 22nd – we drive down to my parents’ for Turkey Day
And after that, it’s all downhill for the semester and Christmas will be right around the corner. We’re leaving here on the 22nd (I think) to go to Orlando for a brief Christmas with the parents. They’re taking us to the airport very early on the 24th and we fly out to Tucson, Arizona to spend X-mas with Ash’s family. Well, his dad and his brother and then his father’s newer family. (That makes it sounds like it is what it’s not but it’s a long story.) I think the trip will be fun – at times – but we always seems to stay there longer than there are things to do. There’s only so many times you can go to eat, see movies, or play pool before you just feel the malaise of being a houseguest. I’m hoping, however, to get in some hiking and maybe even some climbing if we can find the right places. We’ll see how it goes.
Like I said, I’m feeling creative today. I would give anything to take off the day and go take pictures around town. The weather is perfect and I am inclined to take some landscape shots. Sometimes I think it would be great to play hooky and just drive around, finding the random fields between here and Georgia, the small towns along the way with little antique shops, the canopy roads that lead you away form work and obligation and boredom into the grand and miraculous force that is nature. But alas, this is my place and I must stay in it. For three more days. And then, freedom.
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…”I woke up with poetry in my brain but now, it can’t seem to bridge between the brain matter and the fingers clicking angrily upon the keyboard.”
I experience these moments more often then I like to think about…often times I will be completely relaxed in the tub, in mid-sleep or squashed upright on the train and these amazing thoughts flow…right out of my head and into the air…never to be seen or heard from again. It’s sad really, but maybe I’ll find them again…maybe we all will.