Day two of the G.C.W.L.C. In an astonishing turn of events, I've not miraculously dropped the weight, lost neither the belly roll nor the backfat, nor regained the ability to fit into my college jeans. Or rather, 'denims,' as we called them in those days. Ah, there was nothing like slipping on a pair of denims and a pair of penny loafers and heading over to the drive-in to share an egg cream with a velociraptor while a "DaVinci1502" water powered player piano tinkled its merry tunes.

( what I et, for them as care )

Knees are still fmeh. I really ought to man up and go to a doctor, already. And I will. Soon.

No. Really. I swear.

you have been warned!

What is this place they call ‘livejournal?’ It seems so strange, and yet so familiar.

I feel as if I’ve not updated in forever, even if it has been but days. So. What’s been happening to Mari? Work. Signing the final contracts for the house and writing a BIG WHOPPING CHECK (this isn’t even the closing check, yet). Made a splendid salmon chowder. Corned beef and cabbage on St. Patrick’s Day. Didn’t work on Rook’s Haven at all. Read a good part of Big Lies by Joe Conason (part of my determination to become more politically aware).

The last two days were the biggies, though. First there was ( Great Big Sea! )

Then, today, there was the ( demonstration in NYC )

Eep. Guess I’d better post more often, so y’all don’t have to read Mari: The Novel!

... with falling leaves, that I might go wandering and let myself be lost in my own thoughts.

It has been a strange season. My emotions are still swirling like bits of seaweed in the rush of waves to the shore. There's the grit of sand mixed in, and the scent of the unknown deeps as well, but mostly it just seems an inconvenience.

Ugh. I watched 'A Mighty Wind' as I was cross-stitching today. Now, there is no good reason why it should make me bawl. Yet still it does. Yikes.

I want to be more. I want to be what I used to dream I would.

Sorry to any reading this. I'm scattered and sad.