Blog, Sweet Blog

Posts Tagged ‘rain

Mood: Like one of them robots
Music: The Beatles-Happiness is a Warm Gun


loading dock dusk by anna hell


ed. This post has nothing to do with my current, mostly awful state of mind.  I wrote it a few months ago and never got around to finishing it.  I hadn’t posted in a while and this was 75% done, so I decided to use it in lieu of discussing recent events and talking about my feelings and whatnot.  Enjoy!

Sometimes, I talk to my cat, Torrie.  And by “talk” I don’t mean we have long, in-depth conversations on the state of the American health care system or that we engage in timed, joke-off competitions. No.  For one thing, Torrie shares my longing for a single-payer, European-style, socialized medical system; not much to talk about there.  For another thing, cats have almost no sense of humor. Fact.

No, by “talk to my cat,” I mean I sometimes verbalize random thoughts and the cat stares back at me with a mix of 90% blank incomprehension and 10% formulating a plan to kill me and take over the house.

So, I was talking to the cat a while ago and I mentioned something about the weather, something like…

“Can you believe how cold it is, Torrie?  And it’s only November!”

But it could just as well have been…

“Can you believe how hot it is, Torrie?  And it’s already September!”

…or…

“Can you believe how much it’s been raining, Torrie?  And Colorado is an arid state!”

…but we all know I was really trying to say…

“Can you believe I’m talking to you, Torrie?  I think I’m losing my mind!

And there, under the glaring, embarrassing spotlight of self-realization, I finally accepted the fact that I am becoming an old, crazy person who sometimes talks/complains to her cat/other people about the weather.

It’s sad, really.  I’m a thoughtful, college-educated, modern woman and I was raised by thoughtful, educated people who taught me the lessons of polite, WASP-y conversation early and often.  One should never discuss politics, religion, income, sex, or the weather in front of guests or mixed company. I know talking about the weather is like hitching a ride to Dullsville (so then, writing a blog about it must be like buying property and joining the Dullsville PTA), but I just can’t help it.

It’s so effortless!  Perhaps it has something to do with my long-lost agrarian ancestry?  Now, I’m not aware of any farming ventures in any of my family’s past (I think we’re mostly made up of merchants, bons vivants, adventurers, and the idle poor), but it’s positively ridiculous to imagine that a distant part of my family hasn’t had their hands in some soil, somewhere.  Maybe my inane weather chatter is my body’s way of telling me to “get back to the land” or that “modern life is rubbish?”  I don’t know.  I wish my body would just speak up sometime…and use complete sentences.

In conclusion, I am getting old, crazy, and boring and I’m somewhat ok with that.  If you should happen to become ensnared in a discussion with me that has taken a turn for the climatic, have pity on me…and help me change the subject…to Art or something….I like Art.

Mood: Lookin’ for trouble
Music: Julianna Hatfield-The Fact Remains

It took me a few listens to get into it, but I really like Juliana Hatfield’s new album, How to Walk Away.  I’m loathe to keep up with a band for sentimental reasons and I stop supporting them if they lose touch with what made them great (I’m looking at you Weezer, watch it).  It’s not that I want a band to keep playing in the same style and eschew maturity, but I think some bands have handled the transition better than others (contrast The Replacements descent into mind-numbing, radio-friendly, unit-shifting, AOR, dreck with Superchunk’s blossoming into a skilled, smart, adult rock band).

You can prolly guess how I feel about reunion/revival tours tours.  If your band hasn’t put out anything in the last 10 years and you’re getting back together for one last grab for cash, then I say good day to you. There are a very few exceptions (The Smiths, Cocteau Twins) but I skip most of these shows.

Which brings me back to my point–I continue to support Juliana Hatfield because she’s still got it.  But it’s also really nice that she’s been able to stay with me all of these years.  Listening to Juliana Hatfield reminds me of my friend Shari every time.  Shari had like, three tapes in her car and Become What You Are was my favorite.

https://i0.wp.com/ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61dA8Dg9c0L._SL500_AA240_.jpg
the highest paid piece of ass, you know it’s not gonna last, those magazines end up in the trash

We spent a lot of time driving around (in various states of sobriety) in Shari’s held-together-with-love-and-bubble-gum-car, “Lucky”  listening to those songs.  Shari died a couple of years ago from a freak blood clot in her leg and I was a wreck for days after I heard.  She was so young (we’re the same age) and left a husband and two small girls.  I believe there are people in this world that deserve more time than others and Shari was definitely one of them.  So, listening to Juliana Hatfield still brings up fond memories, but they’re a shade or two more blue these days.

Yeesh, I didn’t mean to get all morose, but it’s been a cold and rainy kind of last two days.  We had a summer like this in 2004 and I was taking a summer class (Probability and Statistics) with my friend, Scott.  After like, a solid week of rain (which is practically unheard of here), we’d had enough and were getting punchy.  We speculated what it would be like if we lived in a more rainy locale, like Seattle or Portland.

Scott:  Oh, it would be terrible.  I’d get suicidal after a while.

Anna:  Yeah, I’d be way more into the occult.

And it’s true, sort of…except for the part about the suicide and the occult.  I like that we have a lot of sunshine here and it makes me feel good.  Who knows what kind of shenanigans I’d be getting up to if it was dark and rainy most of the time?  I bet my art would be better.

Finally, I bought this color of nail polish…

Nicole by Opi Nail Polish...
Shut up, we’re in love.

…and I’m wearing it today.  I love it.  It’s called “Star of the Party” and it’s more of an electric violet than the picture lets on.  I generally prefer darker colors (shocking, right?) but it’s nice to have something lighter for the summer that’s fun, yet still somewhat professional.


an introduction





Hi, I'm Anna and I love cheese!

This blog is a chronicle of my life and a catalog of happy ephemera. The About page has a little bit more information, but, remember, none of this is really me...it's just a supplement, a thumbnail sketch, a mostly anonymous Intarwebs placeholder. I'm way better/less wordy in person. :-)

Oh, and if I wrote something about you and you thought it was mean or hurtful, I'm sorry. It's how I felt at the time, but probably isn't how I feel now. Chances are, I love you and I think you're awesome.

copyright

All content on Blog, Sweet Blog is copyrighted by me, Anna Hell. Unless otherwise noted, all photos, words, and content on this site are mine, created by me, and should not be used without my permission (or at least attributed and linked back). I try to embed links or quote original source material if I use another person's work.

Click the button thing below to have a delicious li'l slice o' Anna cake* delivered to your emails inbox whenever I write something new!

*N.B. Anna cake contains neither Anna nor cake.

Join 4 other followers

sorted into tiny boxes

archives

i’ve been listening to…

favorite artists this week

flickr photos

mah numbas

  • 45,193 hits
April 2020
M T W T F S S
 12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
27282930