A Few Stray Thoughts on the Way from Seattle
I spent some time with friends in Seattle last week, now on my way home....
Sitting in the Minneapolis airport, where, when I got off the plane, I saw George Thorogood just hanging out. Probably waiting for a plane. Couldn't mistake him. There are few people who reach that level of ugly. Had this been '88 instead of '08, it would have done us both a bit of justice....
Speaking of which, I didn't wash my hair before I left--it was feeling kind of dry. Now, it feels kind of greasy. Odd. I thought I'd dried my hair out so bad that it would never be greasy again.
I was wrong.
Seattle was nice. It's feeling like a viable alternative to W. Mass. There's business to be had there.
I feel like W. Mass is a deep-freeze, a place I stayed to be in exile. Stayed there because I couldn't think of any place else to go--and, in '01 I didn't really want to be anywhere. Long story involving a pretty sad divorce.
I need to lose some weight. I used to be sexy. At this weight, I'm more mom-like. That would be ok if I had kids, which I don't. And I want to be sexy again. I can't at this weight.
Time for Weight Watchers? yeah. sure.
I am looking forward to getting up in the a.m. and going for a walk and a workout.
Never thought I'd say that.
People who do online community right know the value of f2f interaction. Without it, you only have commentary--no real community. Humans are social in many ways, but need to meet and to interact.
This is the last time I won't wash my hair before I go anywhere. I think it's making my face break out. I'll deal with the dry hair I guess. Or use a boar bristle brush.
The bear claw in my purse is the last one for awhile. I better enjoy it.
If given the choice between being sexy again and eating bear claws, I think I'm ready for the former and can forestall the latter.
At least until I lose about 30 lbs. And sculpt my bod again.
Weight training is fun. Really. I mean it.
Flight is boarding....home again!
Sitting in the Minneapolis airport, where, when I got off the plane, I saw George Thorogood just hanging out. Probably waiting for a plane. Couldn't mistake him. There are few people who reach that level of ugly. Had this been '88 instead of '08, it would have done us both a bit of justice....
Speaking of which, I didn't wash my hair before I left--it was feeling kind of dry. Now, it feels kind of greasy. Odd. I thought I'd dried my hair out so bad that it would never be greasy again.
I was wrong.
Seattle was nice. It's feeling like a viable alternative to W. Mass. There's business to be had there.
I feel like W. Mass is a deep-freeze, a place I stayed to be in exile. Stayed there because I couldn't think of any place else to go--and, in '01 I didn't really want to be anywhere. Long story involving a pretty sad divorce.
I need to lose some weight. I used to be sexy. At this weight, I'm more mom-like. That would be ok if I had kids, which I don't. And I want to be sexy again. I can't at this weight.
Time for Weight Watchers? yeah. sure.
I am looking forward to getting up in the a.m. and going for a walk and a workout.
Never thought I'd say that.
People who do online community right know the value of f2f interaction. Without it, you only have commentary--no real community. Humans are social in many ways, but need to meet and to interact.
This is the last time I won't wash my hair before I go anywhere. I think it's making my face break out. I'll deal with the dry hair I guess. Or use a boar bristle brush.
The bear claw in my purse is the last one for awhile. I better enjoy it.
If given the choice between being sexy again and eating bear claws, I think I'm ready for the former and can forestall the latter.
At least until I lose about 30 lbs. And sculpt my bod again.
Weight training is fun. Really. I mean it.
Flight is boarding....home again!
posted by Tish Grier at 7:08 PM
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