Friday, July 23, 2010

ernie of the day

On the way to a yawn.

Monday, July 12, 2010

i am party affiliated

I haven't been before, but with politics going where they are I feel it's important to finally affiliate and vote in the primaries. I thought this would be a painful decision but it wasn't. Hopefully this will cut down on the calls from the "other" party... and all the junk mail. Mostly I thought that being unaffiliated would prompt the "tea party" to start harassing me, so it's official. I am now known, on paper with the Secretary of my State, as a Registered Democrat.

Saturday, July 10, 2010


Friends came to stay for a bit and we did some hiking. Thistle is probably considered a weed, but I think it's really beautiful.

emergency exit

I was at a thrift store today looking through books; not looking for anything in particular when a copy of "What Color is Your Parachute 2003" popped up. I joke that I really could use a copy to figure out what to do with the next phase of my life... clearly I can't say I'm a roadie anymore. My one-year off -- what I intended to be a couple of months' hiatus but called "one year" became a self-fulfilling prophesy... times two! -- has stretched into 2010 and I have to face facts. It's time to move on. But is it really?

And then there's the monster of a problem with what to do next?

I think my parachute has holes. Honestly. When I think of what I could do that would make me happy, a new vocation, I don't have the foggiest idea as to what I need to do to get there. On the other hand when I try to think of a sensible career path, I have so little interest in doing what I know would be financially stable that I don't do anything to get there. I'm in a state of stasis and it's frighteningly comfortable here most days.

Is this what a mid-life crisis smells like?