Last year in the studio apt, ants started coming inside in the spring. They had a very clearly defined pathway from the window to the "kitchen" area. It was a total pain, and I tried all sorts of peppermint oil and cayenne tricks to discourage them from coming in. Somehow I didn't like the idea of them tracking poison around in the place where I made food... anyway, it did help, and they left eventually, although sometimes I'd have to re-apply the concoctions.
Well, it's ant time of year again, but this time we have random ants. They don't have any clear path, and they just seem to be wandering around in illogical places. Like one or two on the bathroom sink, or the radiator in the living room. Maybe they got lost. I'm not bothering to do anything about it really, because there isn't any one place to center the attack, and there aren't enough of them to annoy me anyway.
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So enjoying our fresh veggies from the Ecovillage farm! And we haven't even cooked anything yet, just having these neat salads with different and unusual tasting greens in them. I think we'll cook something for dinner tonight though. YUMMERS!
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He liked to repeat the funny things people said while laughing through his repetition. As if to be certain everyone else both heard what had been said, and knew it was a joke.
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My pink shoes have a yellow tinge just past the white rubber toes from walking around the office building through all the dandelions.
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Am I one of "those" lonely looking people who sits alone in the cafe and does things on their laptop, or am I one of the mysterious writer types that people are curious about and want to know what I'm writing?
I'm feeling slightly jealous of the people who just waltz in and plop down into a conversation, and I feel slightly guilty for eavesdropping, but the conversations are interesting, and it's a public space...
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I paid for my coffee entirely in coins this morning. I was too lazy to walk to the bank. not that I have much in there. But I AM encouraged at how close I'm getting to paying of the CC and student loans! I think I've said this before, but it's a HUGE relief, and does wonders for my mood and general outlook on life. There's a light at the end of the tunnel!
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Cafe P got this nice big glass water/tea dispenser. Beautiful bell shape, slight pale, pale green tint to it. Smart, and pretty, after having to constantly fill up the little plastic pitcher. nice. We should get something like that, much classier than plastic jugs, and more graceful than those dispensers you have to turn upside down and stuff.
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Has my crushing modus operandi simply switched from men to musicians? :O Is this always and forever how I think I need to be, secretly mooning about with a sense of longing? Seriously! ugh. One of my favorite musicians was at the Cafe last night just hanging out, and I found myself constantly checking to see if she had noticed me, and honestly, even half of my purpose in coming here this morning was hoping she would be here. She was, for a brief while, but we didn't talk as I was feeling rather shy and other people had her attention. It's a little different, because it's not like I'm after any one person, and it's not really even clear what I want from them, besides perhaps some recognition and encouragement as an artist. There is definitely a community of "the folk singers" and they seem to hang out with each other and do projects together. the thing is I'm not in their league yet, so I don't have the confidence to interact on that level - like "hi, we both do music, and I like yours, what do you think of mine?" or "OMG, I know exactly what you mean, I've been in the same situation!" :P
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What do I have to write about, musically? I'm not particularly political, or feel like I've been oppressed or anything, too needing to be safe/not attacked for my beliefs to rally to any particular causes much. I'm married, I'm not longing to be loved anymore. I'm not so much up on historical stories to write versions of them/about something from a historical figure's point of view. There's the "struggle to be an artist" theme, but there's only so far you can go with that before actually being one. ;) I think I need to start giving myself crazy assignments... part of me worries that if I don't have the same passion/longing to put into the songs as the raw stuff of my songs I do have, that it won't go anywhere or inspire anyone, but I don't think that has to be true.
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I am feeling rather sorry for myself lately because no one seems to leave me comments on any of my various web spaces... I LIKE COMMENTS PEOPLE! Is my stuff un-worthy of commentage? :( boo.
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Getting hungry... might be time to shut down and go home... no money to buy stuff here right now.
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