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hummingwolf) wrote2006-01-12 09:17 pm
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I was right about something yesterday: I did get out of the house before dark. Well, it was kinda dark when I went for my walk, but that was only because of the heavy downpour which soaked through my jeans, drenched poor innocent socks and sneakers, and was only somewhat unsuccessful in moistening the bits of me that the umbrella was supposed to protect. The day was warm enough and I was feeling well enough that the three miles or so walked during errands was fairly pleasant anyway.
Got home from groceries planning to go to bed early so I could get up early today. Then I realized as I sat here at the computer that (A) my muscles were twitching even more annoyingly than they had been the night before, (B) I was still feeling restless after my walk, and (C) I really wanted to socialize with some people and associated cats. So I got out and hung around some nifty folks and it was good. I'm so glad I could visit friends (and meet new people) for a while! I just wish I could do that more often. But why do I always seem to end up amongst the people who are well-known for being evil and using dark powers? Not that I'm complaining, mind; just curious.
The fog passing by the moon as I waited at the Metro station was a captivating shade of blue.
Got home at a reasonable hour, but the twitches didn't let me get to sleep for a while. I'd expected that. Last night's dream broke the pattern of disturbing dreams I'd had lately, though. Sure, the dream was about the impending end of the world, but it was all very friendly and there may have been a jacuzzi involved. Earlier in the week I'd dreamed about being assaulted, living in a nasty totalitarian state, things like that, so this was an improvement.
This morning's fog was thick and silver, glinting gold where the sunlight hit it. The outer fog didn't quite match the fogginess in my brain, but it's a nice metaphor.
Today's weather was sunnier and warmer than yesterday, good weather for walking. I walked much less today. It figures. I was at the store looking for some soap when a man stopped me and, with the air of someone who really wants you to buy what he's selling, introduced himself and grabbed my hand with a grip that made me wish I'd put on enough lotion today to keep my skin from cracking. As I waited to find out what he was selling, he explained that he saw me walking through his neighborhood a lot and felt it was time to introduce himself.
That was it. Does this happen to anyone else? Do people often come up to you in stores or libraries and tell you that they had to introduce themselves because they've seen you walking through the neighborhood? And do those people seem like salesmen who aren't actually selling anything? Actually, since these are, statistically speaking, likely to be straight men, maybe they're hoping to sell someone on the benefits of being with them. But if that were the case, I'd expect the guys to actually ask me out more often. Maybe I didn't look as good close up as he'd thought when he saw me walking down his street, or maybe he was discouraged by the way I stood there staring at my crushed and bleeding hand.
Legs are twitching less tonight, though my upper back's got some complaints. I'm going to at least try to get to sleep early tonight.
Got home from groceries planning to go to bed early so I could get up early today. Then I realized as I sat here at the computer that (A) my muscles were twitching even more annoyingly than they had been the night before, (B) I was still feeling restless after my walk, and (C) I really wanted to socialize with some people and associated cats. So I got out and hung around some nifty folks and it was good. I'm so glad I could visit friends (and meet new people) for a while! I just wish I could do that more often. But why do I always seem to end up amongst the people who are well-known for being evil and using dark powers? Not that I'm complaining, mind; just curious.
The fog passing by the moon as I waited at the Metro station was a captivating shade of blue.
Got home at a reasonable hour, but the twitches didn't let me get to sleep for a while. I'd expected that. Last night's dream broke the pattern of disturbing dreams I'd had lately, though. Sure, the dream was about the impending end of the world, but it was all very friendly and there may have been a jacuzzi involved. Earlier in the week I'd dreamed about being assaulted, living in a nasty totalitarian state, things like that, so this was an improvement.
This morning's fog was thick and silver, glinting gold where the sunlight hit it. The outer fog didn't quite match the fogginess in my brain, but it's a nice metaphor.
Today's weather was sunnier and warmer than yesterday, good weather for walking. I walked much less today. It figures. I was at the store looking for some soap when a man stopped me and, with the air of someone who really wants you to buy what he's selling, introduced himself and grabbed my hand with a grip that made me wish I'd put on enough lotion today to keep my skin from cracking. As I waited to find out what he was selling, he explained that he saw me walking through his neighborhood a lot and felt it was time to introduce himself.
That was it. Does this happen to anyone else? Do people often come up to you in stores or libraries and tell you that they had to introduce themselves because they've seen you walking through the neighborhood? And do those people seem like salesmen who aren't actually selling anything? Actually, since these are, statistically speaking, likely to be straight men, maybe they're hoping to sell someone on the benefits of being with them. But if that were the case, I'd expect the guys to actually ask me out more often. Maybe I didn't look as good close up as he'd thought when he saw me walking down his street, or maybe he was discouraged by the way I stood there staring at my crushed and bleeding hand.
Legs are twitching less tonight, though my upper back's got some complaints. I'm going to at least try to get to sleep early tonight.

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The weather has been great for walking! I felt pretty weak today but managed to complete a half hour walk. Enjoy it while you can - hubby tells me there's snow forecast for Sunday.
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Y'know, my parents never told me not to talk to strangers. They always gave me more sensible advice, like "Don't get into cars with strangers" or "Don't take food from strangers unless they're paid to be feeding you," that sort of thing.
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I don't get that impression about you at all!
The fog passing by the moon as I waited at the Metro station was a captivating shade of blue.
When I first read this I thought it said "The frog passing by the moon...". Had me quite confused. (I'm tired)
Do people often come up to you in stores or libraries and tell you that they had to introduce themselves because they've seen you walking through the neighborhood?
I haven't had that particular situation happen to me, but I have had 90 year old men try to hit on me in Wal*mart before... :-P
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I don't get that impression about you at all!
Well, I'm sweet and innocent. I just hang around with people who are supposedly evil! :-)
"The frog passing by the moon..."
I haven't seen any frogs in a while. Now I want a pet froggie.
I have had 90 year old men try to hit on me in Wal*mart before... :-P
Yeah, that's what you get for being female and going to Wal*Mart. (It happens at 7-Elevens too.)
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Ooooh I missed the "amongst" part somehow. :-)
I haven't seen any frogs in a while. Now I want a pet froggie.
Froggies sure are cute. We have 50 billion in our yard during the summer.
Yeah, that's what you get for being female and going to Wal*Mart. (It happens at 7-Elevens too.)
Yes, damn the dirty old men! When I was working at an ice cream stand in the mall, I had a very old Russian man hit on me on a regular basis. He would ask me "Would you kiss me" several times, and after I told him no enough times he'd try the line "You know, I'm not going to be around for very long"!
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For the dry skin try and put on the best moisturizer you can and then cotton gloves over night. Also keep your hands out of dishsoap, if you can tolerate rubber gloves, otherwise those brush thingys. When I lived up north doing dishes was the death knell to my hands.
Have you ever done some serious writing? You have a lovely turn of phrase sometimes and your entries are almost always heartening.
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The problem with that theory is that I go to the bathroom several times during the night, so the gloves won't really stay on that long. Plus, I would first have to buy cotton gloves, and I don't even know where people would buy those, much less how I'd get them without paying money I don't have.
Have you ever done some serious writing? You have a lovely turn of phrase sometimes
Thank you. I would love to do more writing, but I've been having some trouble writing coherently enough to make LJ posts lately.
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