LOVE AND HATE

OK, yeah. That last post was way too depressing to leave up there that long. Moving on ...

Tonight, downtown, there was the most wonderful smell of honeysuckle in the air. A storm was rolling in (well, north of us, I think we're just getting the breeze), and it brought the best wind ever. I wanted to stand outside and breathe it in for an hour. And I would have, too, on my porch, if it wasn't so crapped up with pollen as to make it uninhabitable, for the moment. But pollen, at least, makes honeysuckle grow ... not downtown, but somewhere. So I can forgive it. Honeysuckle is my favorite smell.

While I'm being an earth-mama here, I might as well share that I'm starting yoga tomorrow. Assuming I get my ass to the gym. Regrettably, the Y doesn't make you sign up for classes; you just show up. Which means no commitment. Which means no discipline on my part. Damn. But I really want to give it a try, so hopefully I'll make it. This time, and maybe even another.

End of this peace-y shit. I am now contemplating grabbing a baseball bat and clobbering the driver of the street cleaning truck who has decided this week to park his deafeningly loud truck outside my living room window each night at 12:30 a.m. or later and make a shit-ton of noise while he does ... whatever he's doing. Emptying his truck into the street sewer, I guess. Or possibly getting water from the fire hydrant. Whatever it is, it's noisy, it takes a long time, and it fills my heart with hate.

Comments

[Janna]

Girl, how was the yoga? 'Cause I'm thinking of trying it here.

[Sarah]

I'm glad you liked yoga. Personally, it bores the hell out of me. I just can't stop yawning!!

Richard Simmons's Sweatin' to the Oldies? That's more my style. (I just bought the DVD set, woo-ha!)

[Sharon]

I like going to the library because of all the honeysuckle they have (screw books). And yes, I still eat the nectar ... or did, until Harper saw me do it and now insists we can eat flowers.