feeling Juno

the postal service is playing in the background @ the cupcake place as i am watching kids on winterBreak scramble in for a quick sugar rush and laughter. found 4gigs of ram on my ol’ beater laptop this past weekend and had a sudden new urge to go to a gym and attempt to regain what my bod was in my 20’s.

i had the Luck or grace or both to sit through there will be blood http://www.therewillbeblood.com  this past weekend; i would have rathered suffered @ the mall we saw the movie. i am Huge fan of daniel day lewis since he was in the last of the mochicans nearly 15years ago. the musical score reminded me of what i sounded like when i first began playing cello, AwFul, repetitive and going nowhere. much like the acting that ruined Uptown sinclairs book, by using snippets more suited for a game than a movie. heartless and gutless, for nearly 3 hours. don’t waste your Tendollars.

seattle has been momentarily ambushed by Tiny snippets of actual snowFall, yeah the kind that makes anyone from warmer temps Freak. i have been having an ongoing battle with what i view as a excellent cafe with UberPoor internet, Blah.

am feeling Juno and am looking forward to teenage angst, jennifer garner and the fact that this chick flick has some actual oscar weight. things are good, the days move slowly but steadily along with lighter days and spring, around the corner….

hardShell

i was ecstatic when i received snow shoes for christmas, i have always liked skiing and being outdoors and i know how to dress, duh growing up in Scandinavian…or so i thought till this past weekend when i pulled a city-slicker move and wore jeans with my gators, and my new shoes kicked up snow to the point that i had to change in the car.

really smart? Not. anyway, i wasn’t upset over the hike being cut short although my beau was; hence i will have to buy a new pair of hard shell pants for my adventures in white. yep. put my soft shell hally hansen pants i have had for 15years on the backburner. i am reluctant but i know better than to be under dressed in temperatures below 30 degrees! i should call it my BlondMoment as that is exactly what it was.

the jeans where drenched and i had to do the ultimate outdoors thingy, and change in the car on the way back; luckily i had i wool socks on goreTex gators that kept me a bit warmer. my snow shoes come with

this awesome spring action that actually clears the snow off, while at the same covering your back in white. ah-hem-i question the design?. who was the genius that thought that flicking snow half way up the back side of a woman is a good idea??

enough said.

the snow pack was good-solid but light that made the mini snow shoeing trip worth it. i am sitting in my favorite coffee shop watching people paying for parking when the street is Free cause it is like a Holiday, like you don’t have to Pay for parking……

don’t forget that small coffee is Bigger when it is served by a small indep. that actually knows how to roast their beans.

etchaSketch….

it is one of those days where the sun creeps in the windows, my writers block comes and goes. waves. the olympics look like silver peaks with the mountain covered in a beautiful blanket of white. the sidewalks are black ice hell. sand? pourly made second latte bummed me out today.

maybe it was the sheer lack of foam. a thin layer on top. reminded me of the slush outside. i have begun to re-think my book and see if i can get back into writing again. maybe switch out the topic; change the storyline. the thin foam reminded me of missplaced ideas.

or a jigsaw puzzle where the image forms itself by the shapes that match at odd angels and then form an image. last summer i worked on a puzzle and built it inside out. i Hate puzzles. maybe it is the time it takes to make them or the fact that i prefer trivial

pursuit. one of my favorite bars back east had trivial pursuit cards sitting at the bar and my friends and i would sit there for hours people watching and asking each other questions.

i am sitting watching what i refer to as etcha sketch situation/maybe it’s the super expensive watch and the fact that one of them didn’t pay for his pastry, the odd conversation and the sidekick with the greased hair who is Only listening. i smell a sewer rat. what i left the eastcoast to get away from.

oh well. i will still enjoy the bright beautiful afternoon that is making the city glisten in golden sunshine and watch people tripping down the sidewalks of ice.