Schrodinger's Kittie

Just to let my friends who are not in the area know…

No, I’m not getting flooded out. I live fairly close to downtown Austin, and am not in a floodplain.

We are expecting another heavy storm today, yes. And there have been lives lost. We do expect to have another week’s worth of rain …at least. However, for the time being, myself and my pups are doing just fine. I have never been more happy for that Jeep than I was this morning, though. Hit a bridge on my way in to work that had a good 8 inches of water over it. My previous car rode so low that that would have been….interesting. The Jeep just moved right on through.

Interestingly surreal moment of the day:

Walk out the door and stay in my perpetual state of oblivion that lasts until at least my second cup of coffee. Yawn. Stumble into the Jeep and head for the main road. Yawn and stretch. Turn onto main road. Drive three feet and *blam* hit a solid sheet of water. My brain stuttered and sputtered and groggily took notice that I had just driven from a perfectly dry, clear spot to a torrential downpour – in less than half a city block.

I battle my way in to work…and about a block or so before work…the rain lets up. Totally dry ground. I look up and notice the oddest looking scene. Stormy, dark clouds billowing all around – except for one area that looks like someone took their fist and punched a hole in the sky. Solid, clear, blue sky above my work. Maybe quarter to a half block in diameter.

So I managed to get from my front door of my house to my desk at work – walking through open areas, not sheltered – with nary a drop of rain touching my person.

Makes the mind boggle.

Knitting wise, it’s the girl’s meeting tonight at Borders. I find myself wondering if it’s going to happen. I’m also worried about the ones further north. Here’s hoping for them and praying for them.

I’m starting my second skein of yarn on the Everyday Tweed sweater. I believe I am really going to like this when it is finished. Ironically, I’m using yarn that I will never be able to get my hands on again. Thankfully, I should have enough to keep “patch” amounts after it’s completed.

I have, indeed, started the second of my three Jaywalker socks. I really am not focusing on it too much. I don’t care when they get done and I’m enjoying the absolute mindlessness of the sweater. Knit – knit – knit. Knitting stockinette in the round has got to be the most mindless process in existence. It’s wonderful for just chillaxing.

Edit: For those of you curious … a friend of mine did a post with a few photos of the wet stuff: http://chikuru.livejournal.com/180642.html

There really is not a whole lot going on in my life, right now, outside of the norm.

Get up
play with the dogs
scramble to get ready
crate the dogs
ignore the whining and howling of the dogs getting used to being crated
scoot out the door
battle through traffic*
stumble in the door to work
sit down
….
get up
stumble out the door to home
play with the dogs
eat (if I remember)
toss a load in the washer
log in to WoW and play
afk to change clothes to drier (play with dogs on the way)
play some more
read some email while playing
watch a movie while playing
realize it’s bed time
run the dogs outside and ride herd on them until they’ve clearly done their business
pile into bed
pass out
….

rinse
repeat

Yeah, my days are getting horribly predictable.

Well, except for the occassional curveball I throw myself – like running up to Brownwood cuz I can. Or hightailing it to Anaheim. Or visiting with my son. Or going to the coast for a weekend. Or highjacking a friend and going to the park and watching her dogs and mine terrorize everyone in the vacinity.

But

For the most part…yeah…I have my ritualistic, little scenario that I go through every day.

It’s almost comforting.

While I would like to have a relationship…would like to have someone to come home to and share my life with….

Honestly?

I’m comfy as I am, as well.

I like me. I like my days. I love my dogs and love it when my son drops by to visit.

I get to spend time with real life friends who are nowhere near me any longer. I get to entertain myself for hours on end for much less than it would cost me to do many other things (and cost is a huge issue right now)…and, overall, it’s a quiet, enjoyable way to blow an evening.

_{*I knit while on my way to work. Pull up to a red light – out comes the knitting. It turns green, down goes the knitting. I get a surprising amount of knitting done in the scant 8 miles it takes to get from my door to the parking garage at work. Let’s not forget all the time eating dirt in my games waiting for life to be restored to my mutilated corpse….that’s premium knitting time, my friend!}

The last several months I’ve been dealing with a deep exhaustion. Not a phyiscal exhaustion, understand. It’s more like an exhaustion of the soul. This weariness that permeates you so deeply and completely it’s like that’s all you are. Walking exhaustion. Every ounce of life or vitality just gone from your being.

Some of you know one of my deep, dark secrets is my proclivity for listening to country music. Oh, hush.

Anyway, I was listening to KASE 101 on my way home, yesterday, and heard a song that I’ve heard a few times before – but this time it kinda really struck me…I’m not sure why it hit so hard – ok, I am, but I don’t feel like going into it. However, I did want to share…

Moments
_{by:Emerson Drive}

_{I was coming to the end of a long long walk
When a man crawled out of a cardboard box
Under the E. Street Bridge
Followed me on to it
I went out halfway across
With that homeless shadow tagging along
So I dug for some change
Wouldn’t need it anyway
He took it lookin’ just a bit ashamed
He said, You know, I haven’t always been this way}

I’ve had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn’t do
Like that plane ride coming home from the war
That summer my son was born
And memories like a coat so warm
A cold wind can’t get through
Lookin’ at me now you might not know it
But I’ve had my moments

I stood there tryin’ to find my nerve
Wondering if a single soul on Earth
Would care at all
Miss me when I’m gone
That old man just kept hanging around
Lookin’ at me, lookin’ down
I think he recognized
That look in my eyes
Standing with him there I felt ashamed
I said, You know, I haven’t always been this way

I’ve had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn’t do
Like the day I walked away from the wine
For a woman who became my wife
And a love that, when it was right,
Could always see me through
Lookin’ at me now you might not know it
But I’ve had my moments

I know somewhere ’round a trash can fire tonight
That old man tells his story one more time
He says

I’ve had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn’t do
Like that cool night on the E. Street Bridge
When a young man almost ended it
I was right there, wasn’t scared a bit
And I helped to pull him through
Lookin’ at me now you might not know it
Oh, lookin’ at me now you might not know it
But I’ve had my moments