This That and Fuck It
Thursday, January 25, 2018
Morning wake up is in the teens.
13 degrees this morning.
Holy crap.
This central Texas gal is adjusting.
We have morning snuggle sessions and have such a hard time getting out of bed.
No central A/C and Heat means I gotta get my cold ass out of bed and start the fire.
The job search still looms over me.
I hate it.
I hate job searching.
Josh's heel is healing.
LOL
He has started to put pressure on it and will continue to walk more normal again.
Hopefully he will start work again soon.
Hopefully he still has a job...
6 weeks of rehab.
God I hope he still has a job.
Spotify is sucking this morning.
I'm about to go back to classical.
I keep thinking about NOLA.
This time for the past few years my Ex and I would take a trip for our birthdays.
This year I found out he's taking a lady with him.
To our birthday spot.
Just sucks.
I'm happy he has someone to celebrate with.
But damn.
Taking her to our spot.
It just hurts.
Yeah.
Spotify sucks.
Classical it is.
Listening to lullabies.
I need something soothing.
Not cheesy.
Not pop.
Not some whiny teen crying about shit they don't know.
Hey I'm almost 40.
I know some shit.
Anyway.
This post is all over the place.
I just needed to write I guess.
Looking for direction.
Missing my friends.
Hoping Josh gets well soon.
A little depressed.
Wanting another puppy.
I bought a bra.
It's only been over a year...
Jeez.
I need a hair cut too.
It's been 8 months.
Blah.
Ok.
The birds are out today.
Dahlia is licking the ice that won't melt on the patio because it's so fucking cold.
People in NM aren't as nice as OR.
I miss Oregon.
I miss the sound of the ocean.
I miss the lush green landscape.
The air, thick with moisture.
Here it is dry.
Intense.
Magical.
Sunrise and Sunset are spectacular.
But damn the people are mostly assholes.
And they sure as hell drive like assholes.
Just last week I was honked at because I wouldn't turn left while cars were zooming by.
Fucker.
LOL
I was headed to an interview too.
Whom I haven't heard back from and it's been 8 days.
She said she always calls everyone back to let them know.
I hear crickets.
I miss my walks with Noah.
He was the best dog to walk.
I miss my hikes with Josh.
We hiked all over Austin and parts of Central Texas.
I hope once he is better we can start exploring again.
I love our casita but I'm feeling lost and need a refresher.
Ok.
Rambling is done.
Staying wavy always.
~~~
Flights of Fancy
Sunday, January 21, 2018
I've started a new hobby.
Bird-watching.
I used to watch (and try to catch) birds all the time growing up.
My grandpa would feed the birds daily and I loved watching as new birds would swoop in for a treat.
He had a bird ID book that he would mark with notes with all birds he had seen at his feeders.
Since I haven't bought a book yet of New Mexico Birds, I've searched the internet and found an acceptable substitute.
I'm proud to announce the first set of birds that we have seen since we've moved to New Mexico.
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Current mood: Dark. Thoughtful.
Cozy Meter: Above the charts.
While the exhausting job search continues to loom in the back of my mind I have continued to do my best to enjoy the time I am spending while not focused on the job hunt.
It's difficult.
But each day I sit in a little nook that I've carved out of pillows in the far corner of our sofa.
I snuggle with a warm cup of coffee (heated on the wood burning stove to the perfect temperature).
I watch the birds feast on seed while the dogs explore the yard and devour whatever shells fall from the feeders.
The birds are getting fat.
I like fat, happy birds.
Early this morning we were greeted with a welcomed blanket of snow.
I arose from the bed around 5AM.
Josh was still awake.
I ventured out to the living room to witness a several inch layer of snow covering the yard.
Thank goodness I finished shoveling gravel into the yard.
We let the dogs outside to play.
The second time I arose from bed it was about 10:30 AM.
The fire is crackling.
The dogs are now curled up inside with me.
It's partially cloudy outside with an occasional snowflake.
A beautiful rust, black and white bird sits next to a pile of seed on the feeder.
It's hard to put into words how cozy this casita is.
Wherever I call home I try to make my space as welcoming and relaxing as possible.
Between Josh and myself... we have perfected the art of good vibes in a space.
Daily smudging with palo santo, local sagebrush, and selenite.
House plants that adorn and filter the air in every room.
Music that fills the casita with creative vibes.
The aroma of freshly baked goods.
Even essential oils are added to our kettle over the stove to enhance the mood.
Just the sound of a fire crackling.
There really is no other word to describe our little casita.
Magical.
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