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Sunday was rainy, and involved a lot of the usual Saturday chores (not done because of the bakery walk and the party); there's nothing like vacation to remind a person how many of life's practicalities don't go away just because one isn't working. But there were good straddles at the gym, there was good acro, and people at LCS played a few rounds of Joking Hazard with me after open studio.
Monday I went to my work building purely in order to host a talk that I'd helped to organize, though I didn't do any work; crossed the river to catch a Dratini; then did my usual circus stuff. A closer to typical Monday than I wanted to have, all in all, but the circus was pleasing. I pedaled the pedals of an invisible bike about 15 times once while in a handstand. Amusingly, my base completely misread my relaxed attitude and thought something was wrong; no, I laughed, I'm on vacation! This is me when I'm not stressed and I'm not hyper. This is good.
Tuesday I saw my therapist, then crossed the river again with the more ambitious goal of catching three Dratini; spent some delightful time reading on the banks of the river, in a straddle with my elbows resting on the ground (a stretch, but pleasant), the sun warming the back of my leather jacket. Then I did catch the third Dratini and, following some silliness in which a new Charlie Card was procured, took the train down to Rhode Island to see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
norwoodbridge, who is feeling pretty mellow himself just now. And a mellow date was had. :)
I finished an excellent book that I must've started Sunday, The Book of Strange New Things by Michel Faber. The main character is a Christian missionary who goes to an alien planet to work with the indigenous people there, and of course some things happen with that, but a lot of the story is just the slow unraveling of his relationship with his wife as different experiences shape them. It's terrifying, relatable, and oh-so-human to watch him fail to relate the strange, the alien, the mundane; for each of them to fail to bring the other along on their diverging journeys, and to watch them trying. It actually makes me think a lot about writing, and about this blog to some extent; to think how often I end up giving dry summaries when I meant to be conveying a feeling, and how rarely I really capture a moment. At any rate, recommended reading, and no, it does not do the same thing as The Sparrow, thank goodness.
Monday I went to my work building purely in order to host a talk that I'd helped to organize, though I didn't do any work; crossed the river to catch a Dratini; then did my usual circus stuff. A closer to typical Monday than I wanted to have, all in all, but the circus was pleasing. I pedaled the pedals of an invisible bike about 15 times once while in a handstand. Amusingly, my base completely misread my relaxed attitude and thought something was wrong; no, I laughed, I'm on vacation! This is me when I'm not stressed and I'm not hyper. This is good.
Tuesday I saw my therapist, then crossed the river again with the more ambitious goal of catching three Dratini; spent some delightful time reading on the banks of the river, in a straddle with my elbows resting on the ground (a stretch, but pleasant), the sun warming the back of my leather jacket. Then I did catch the third Dratini and, following some silliness in which a new Charlie Card was procured, took the train down to Rhode Island to see
norwoodbridge, who is feeling pretty mellow himself just now. And a mellow date was had. :)I finished an excellent book that I must've started Sunday, The Book of Strange New Things by Michel Faber. The main character is a Christian missionary who goes to an alien planet to work with the indigenous people there, and of course some things happen with that, but a lot of the story is just the slow unraveling of his relationship with his wife as different experiences shape them. It's terrifying, relatable, and oh-so-human to watch him fail to relate the strange, the alien, the mundane; for each of them to fail to bring the other along on their diverging journeys, and to watch them trying. It actually makes me think a lot about writing, and about this blog to some extent; to think how often I end up giving dry summaries when I meant to be conveying a feeling, and how rarely I really capture a moment. At any rate, recommended reading, and no, it does not do the same thing as The Sparrow, thank goodness.
