Ick, sick at home. I think today is the first day of fall, isn’t it? If it is, my being sick would make perfect sense. I always seem to get sick when the season changes, and also when the craziness at work subsides. There is still much to do with my mother’s estate; I am planning on getting her house ready to sell, so now I have to become an expert at “staging,” which, in my understanding, is making a home as presentable and desirable as possible to get it sold. I have had some advice in this area, which has been very interesting for me, as I have absolutely no experience, nor any idea what I’m doing.
At the same time, I am beginning to make some slight progress on the house; the roof will be repaired next week, and one of the bathrooms (the one with walls – long story) is now deep blue and green, with a new sink and mirror. The next step is new tile, and a new shower..I will definitely post pictures as rooms are completed; my house is a complete “before” picture, so I will be beyond thrilled when everything is transformed. I know the house will never be completely done, but I already love having color on the walls, and am motivated to put more on other walls as soon as possible.
I had a massage yesterday, with a massage therapist named Mike that I’ve seen twice. We discovered yesterday that I am a bundle of knots, and that I even have an incredible amount of tension in my jaws and temples. I have a lot of very stressful, recurring dreams, about tsunamis, giant snakes, insects, rotting apartments (the same rotting apartment in more than one dream; one that I’ve never seen in real life, and it feels like home whenever I dream about it), and being on the run from the police (I’m not on the run from the police, honestly; apparently, I enjoy being on the run in my dreams, though), and yesterday morning I woke up with my teeth sunk into my bottom lip. Mike tells me I’m holding a lot of tension – yup, biting through my bottom lip would be a good sign of that, I’ll bet. I need to start doing this:
Ok, maybe not that; maybe this:
I gave up yoga, but now I think I need to start it up again. It’s hard for me, because I get annoyed at the moves, and I want it to be over – but if I concentrate on what I’m doing, I feel like a new person at the end of the class.
I caught up on “Mad Men” today, and couldn’t help but draw similarities between Don Draper and Jax Teller. Both are bad boys who are at the top of their social structures, with father issues and big appetites for women and power. Their uniforms may be different, but they fight some of the same battles, both internal and external. And here they are, just in case you’re more visual than verbal:
Obssessed? Maybe – it is so nice to know that television hasn’t completely gone south, and that these two dramas (and many others I just can’t seem to find time to watch yet) are better than most of the movies I’ve seen this year.
Gotta go – started reading “On The Road,” (never read it, and it’s in my “started but never finished” bookcase), and I’m excited to get a good part of it read tonight. My rule is to read one fiction and one non-fiction book at a time, and I’m also reading a book of letters between Kerouac and Ginsberg, which I think is a nice complement to “On The Road.” I don’t know if any of this is interesting, but I enjoyed writing it, so here you go!