chicating

for "knots", which might have been different, further from the holidays.

She pulled at the ribbon of the small, compact package, that kind of put up a fight. Looking at the shiny blue paper and the neat wrapping job(She couldn't see any tape!) she wondered why the knotted ribbon that someone had fluffed up and made fancy, was green instead of white or silver, which seemed like the logical, stylish choices someone at the store might make. "Wow, good things come in small packages." For a moment, her cheeks got hot, because they'd just taken things to the next level recently, and she hoped he didn't think...well, never mind. In one of those moments of partial telepathy that she might have been glad had skipped a beat, he said "I got you a green one because it's your favorite color."

. Do you have a favourite cause that you support? Yes, I have a lot...mostly, these days they involve the left wing of the Democratic Party and trying to bring it back to its roots and all that.

2. If so, how do you support it? Money, and many, many phone calls. I've pulled back a little, though, both for logistics and because it can eat up my life if I let it. Which would be one thing,if I, say, met my husband doing that stuff and it was, you know, us and our shared obsessions against the world, Jane-and- Bernie style, but my personal identity just suffers if I dive in too deeply.(And, no, it hasn't really turned out to be a great way to get a date because "You'd have so much in common." I was hoping, but not so far. For bohemians, everyone seems to be super-attached. blah. Although I guess if I ever did meet someone, I wouldn't have to worry about movement work messing up our longevity? Dig me, with the heart half-full for the next twelve minutes. I could still meet somebody! Like the peach that's still fresh...if you eat it *right now*)

3. Have you been an active member of an organization (attending meetings, volunteering, etc)? Probably the most unusual answer to this question involves the few ADAPT actions I went to, but I got sick from the plane--never flying again without a mask--and I promised my mother I'd stop, as I infected my everything. I still talk up the fact that I did it though.

4. Have you ever led any group? Does it sound like I ever led any groups? I've been on several advisory committees and people don't take my advice.

5. If so, how was your experience with it?
OR: 5. If not, why, is it a conscious choice, of lack of opportunity?Yes, both.

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Really, it started with a jar of marshmallow fluff.

My New Year has not started auspiciously...digestive freakout, slowly back on solid food.
So, here is footage of the Flagstaff pinecone drop.
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people are still trickling in from their holidays, I guess. Kind of a lonely feeling when your festivities are the same few people...kind of doing the same stuff. But it was okay.
Skipping the last zoom of the year to finish a writing sample for a workshop I picked as a gift that starts 1/20. I don't have to be done till 1/11, but I get tired of all the Zooms anyway...a few times a month is more than enough.
Reading a fascinating book about LA in the 1960s...it's something of a tome and I'm on page 34, but it seems promising so far!(Wishing it wasn't quite so physically huge so I could take it around, but if that's my biggest gripe then that is truly a great book, right? But I'm not going to overfill the office again.

might end up missing some of them, but it was getting like one of those closet gags in here, for real.
now, at least, if I get some books as a present, I won't feel like I need to dig out and stuff.(My brother buys me books, but he doesn't exactly get my taste.)
Changed my google password because it gets me into yahoo, often. Wrote the new one on a sticky like someone really old instead of just, you know, beginning old.
Am I clearing things up for a new beginning or cause it's all over but the shouting... verdict's still out.

to buy some chocolate for the holidays.. think maybe we were both looking for something we didn't find, but we got samples and a nice ride through rich people's neighborhoods.
Watching Aftyn Behn "almost win" reminds me too much of my own life, really, except nobody is gonna tell her she's "So Brave" probably.But, you know, I'm a longshot, too.(one that, as of this writing, has not come into very much.(Also, the real, well, I hesitate to call it fun, but, okay, something beneath that, pleasure, maybe, of a long-shot campaign is doing what you can while not taking it seriously, cause, like, "What the hell?" Saying what you want(within reason) not sweating the polling...that kind of stuff.
Having her come so close with everyone watching is kind of the worst of all possible worlds.I'm an activist, not a fricking Cubs fan..."Wait Till Next Year" doesn't get it done for me anymore...after about fourteen years, I'm thinking of leaving the phone team behind, but my own life isn't compelling either, or I never would have flung myself in so hard in the first place. But I haven't had a good round of calls in forever.
Still looking for that dare-to-be-great situation, I guess.

which is just one of my 99 problems, but I re-watched "Morning Glory" last night--it's a cute comedy about a morning chat show, and when I watched it the first time, in say, 2011, I was so jealous of Rachel McAdams' producer character with the job that consumes her life(I have a media degree, so it wasn't *completely* nuts to imagine a sort of AU where that was my Hamiltonian "shot", even though in real life, I never really got that close. You know?)

Working that much doesn't look that good to me now--it's good to know I can get over things; I've clung onto so much.
But I don't know what it would look like if any of my current dreams came true, since I'm not quite at "Wouldn't change a thing," either, obviously.Even if that would make people closer to me happier than it would make me.

Sort of wish I had what one of my more...unreconstructed hippie mentors used to call a "heart's desire" but I guess it could be worse than being confused...I could be tearing myself up wanting a baby, on the corner of Never Likely, and Too Late Now(one of the intersections where Phoenix really does have superior wheelchair access, if you go by my life experience, sadly) and that would hurt more than this. Probably.

to be able to say this all worked out for the best. Except, I think maybe it didn't.