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Patty Cryan's Blog
Reflections of a vincible being.
Recording this as a placeholder to look back on... 2015 is feeling like Laura Ingalls Wilder's THE LONG WINTER.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Long_W
What's giving me that feeling is not the timeframe of duration, but the frequency of storms without any let-up.
The storm that broke my leg was this one: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_Amer
In early 2010. before I took over the store, we had snowfalls of varying degrees every Tuesday in February, but not blizzards as such.
Tomorrow will be the fourth snowstorm in three weeks, with another forecast for next Wednesday and yet another for a week from Sunday.
Still wrapped up in trudgery-drudgery.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Long_W
What's giving me that feeling is not the timeframe of duration, but the frequency of storms without any let-up.
The storm that broke my leg was this one: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_Amer
In early 2010. before I took over the store, we had snowfalls of varying degrees every Tuesday in February, but not blizzards as such.
Tomorrow will be the fourth snowstorm in three weeks, with another forecast for next Wednesday and yet another for a week from Sunday.
Still wrapped up in trudgery-drudgery.
Such has been my torpid state of mind that I didn't notice my paid account expired. I don't know how to get my icons back, so I'll go with the "Muse" anime painting that The Esteemed FRM found for me more than a decade ago as my default appearance. She looks enough like me anyway, or at least a stylized ideal to strive for.
My days continue dark but I keep forging ahead.
My days continue dark but I keep forging ahead.
I started out the day with Leonard Cohen.
"You lose your grip, and then you slip / Into the masterpiece."
I'm still pondering that line.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0j14Gr
Leonard's lorn and stark words have their allotted and properly wintry place in my mind; they're safest to be absorbed in mornings and daylight.
I need something different now that the sun has set.
And so I turn to what would have been my dinner-time program block at WRCM, The Nifty 850, The Station That Rocked A Whole Square Block, where I was a college radio DJ.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FG1NrQY
Have fun with the earworms, Gentle Readers.
First Sunday of the New Year, in anticipation of the first Monday of the month.
My staff has actually finished the bookstore's physical inventory count... in record time.
I'm closing out the books on 2014's numbers and getting all my templates for my accounting ledgers set up for 2015.
A cold foggy day outside and a four-hour electro swing music loop helps a lot to keep moving.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nhp6UL
I expect this is going to be the soundtrack for much of the next week, too.
My staff has actually finished the bookstore's physical inventory count... in record time.
I'm closing out the books on 2014's numbers and getting all my templates for my accounting ledgers set up for 2015.
A cold foggy day outside and a four-hour electro swing music loop helps a lot to keep moving.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nhp6UL
I expect this is going to be the soundtrack for much of the next week, too.
A video.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P86CFO4
Hello 2015. New chances, new opportunites, hope for the future.
The "you" I want back is me. Complete with the occasional pause when someone actually catches me dancing.
2013's and 2014's chains still weigh me down and cast long shadow [deliberately mixed metaphor], but I want to start fresh, and what better symbol of a New Year than Groot, a creature made of love?
The cynic in me hints that I won't be able to sustain this hope, but that cynic can and should be disproven, right?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P86CFO4
Hello 2015. New chances, new opportunites, hope for the future.
The "you" I want back is me. Complete with the occasional pause when someone actually catches me dancing.
2013's and 2014's chains still weigh me down and cast long shadow [deliberately mixed metaphor], but I want to start fresh, and what better symbol of a New Year than Groot, a creature made of love?
The cynic in me hints that I won't be able to sustain this hope, but that cynic can and should be disproven, right?
I want to start the New Year dancing and not mourning. Hence the icon.
Or it may just be the heat.
I did make it to NECON; it really was up until the last minute knowing whether I could afford to attend and could leave the store well-tended in my absence.
I did have a good time... a better-than-good time. As a newbie-no-more, it was interesting to see the dynamics around me. I'm not quite integrated into its con-family-whole [third time's the charm, I'll wager, based on observation], but I have my own little subsets of people to hang out with there, as I do at Philcon.
There was a concert on Thursday night with con guests, and Friday night there was the guitar circle, so I got to feed my soul and evade social anxiety at the same time. Unfortunately Saturday night it rained, so the outdoor activities were curtailed.
I was a vendor there for the second time running, and sales were very strong.
August now looms ahead of me in its stifling heat and its unpredictable foot-traffic patterns. I'm wearing a scoopnecked shirt, shorts and fishnets to work today... that's practically naked, for me.
I'm off to tackle my office and its scary desk.
My icon of thin, sere, and gangling robots lumbering through smoke and fog speaks volumes. Interpret it as you will.
Hopefully this weekend will banish some of my current disconnectedness.
Today has brought me:
* the sight of one person who used to be very fond of me, to whom I gave unintentional offense, passing my store window trying not to be seen by me. The heart still aches. I tried to reach out over the winter holidays to mend fences, but was met with silence.
* the welcome return of a person who has moved from being a customer to being a buddy and who may perhaps become a friend some day.
* the unwelcome news that one of my dearest customers died back in January and I never knew until this morning.
