introspective periscope : peeking inside since Y2K ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- don't make plans at sunrise - 3 july 2014 "we were at the beach / everybody had matching towels. somebody went under a dock / and there they saw a rock. it wasn't a rock / it was a rock lobster!" ~the b-52's it's time to get out of town, kids. i'm just barely starting to claw out of my skull a little. i need some skyscrapers and ridiculous traffic and a familiar face. boston, here i come! sure, nothing is going according to plan (duh) but i'm still looking forward to the road trip and some time away from living in my own little monastery. according to my sister, the tradition is for the boston pops to play a full open rehearsal of the july 4th fireworks score the night before, for which i was really excited. i have always wanted to see the pops play but i am but a poor person and simply presume that there is no way i can afford it unless i catch them for free. there is a tropical storm on the southern horizon that will impact much of the east coast for the holiday, it seems...so boston has moved their fireworks to tonight rather than on the 4th. no live pops for this lady but we'll stream it and watch the explosions in the sky from my sister's high-up apartment. oohs and ahhs, america. oh, and as rachel and i like to say: happy birthday, america! you're OLD! michelle broke the bad news about the lobsters...apparently some store had a big order and bought up the whole boatload so...no lobsters in a cooler to take to boston for the lobster-swimsuit-with-real-live-lobster-photo-shoot. it's probably for the best. i don't need PETA coming after me for my stupid instagram pictures, right? i think the only real disappointment here is that i was really looking forward to cooking for other and eating WITH them. i've shared some meals with my neighbors in that i gave them some food because i made too much. it took a little time to re-learn cooking for one or having a freezer plan in place. still, i didn't eat with them. i miss the community of a meal with others, i guess. if you're visiting, i would really like to cook you something fancy, probably...just because i haven't done it for anyone in 2 months, now. for our after-beach dinner, we'll figure something out. i just want to be in a kitchen with someone else. proximity, i guess. i'm going to bring her some whoopie pies from the governor's here in town...i think she'll like them. i've learned my lesson on sugar this week already. my fingers and toes are painted pretty for the beach with that opi polish i've been dying to use. i've got my swimsuits already to go in my weekender bag. i've never wanted to be at the beach so much in any previous summer i can remember...there is something so peaceful in getting there super early. i feel like i can finally catch my breath. i'm going, dammit...even if it rains a little. seriously, none of this is meant to be complaint...i know my sister and i are going to have a good time whether or not i get to use my new beach chair. maybe i'll find some lobsters on the way down through this great state. maybe i'll take the coastal route for awhile. i went to bed super early last night--passed out by 8pm. i don't understand where my energy goes by 1pm lately. maybe because i keep getting up so early? i'm barely staying up past 1am these days and that's a stretch. even sam wants to go to bed earlier and earlier. around 2am, i woke from a nightmare screaming 'mom! mom!!!' over and over. once again, i've startled the old dog with my nightmare screams, it seems. the dream was incredible, i know that...something sci-fi which isn't normal for me. the only thing i remember was watching something on tv with a bunch of friends and my family and a feeling of dread. the news was showing a map of the country and all of a sudden, little circle symbols that looked like the burner of a gas stove started popping up with the little google talk icon next to them. for some reason, when one showed up over our area, everyone started reaching for their phones like they had a message. my mom was in the next room doing something (cooking, maybe?) as the phones started dinging. i watched my friends look at their screens and become completely immobilized as though their bodies had been completely emptied of what? souls? i ran into the next room yelling for my mom trying to stop her from looking at her own phone. i'd just watched my dad disappear into some digital world and most of my dearest friends...i made it to the kitchen but everything was slow like under water. i don't know if i got to her in time...i just know i woke up screaming for my mother like a wuss in the middle of the night. that was super cool, guys. after thinking on it some more yesterday, i decided it was time to take down that old okcupid profile after all. i haven't decided whether or not ian has successfully managed to bully me off the internet or if it was just time. it's disabled for now and if i need to reactivate it, i can...i just don't see the point anymore. the interactions aren't generally worthwhile and i feel like this is the start of a whole new unplugging thing...i've debated turning off the facebook again after only a few weeks of trial because i just hate it. i feel obligated to like stuff and like stuff and like stuff. i feel like i'm sharing useless crap when i do share that probably nobody else is going to find interesting anyway. i just don't see the point. i've probably wasted a few hours looking at the stupid thing and for what? and twitter? if i look at my own posts in context of the ten or so posts around my own, i am fabulously uninteresting. so are many of the other posts. so maybe that next. my instagram-that-sucks will stay, i think...if only so my mom can see pictures of what i'm up to and rest assured that i am, in fact, alive and well enough. my to-do list for monday includes calling the cable company and talking about the internet speeds i'm really gonna get for 14.99 and figuring out if i can get this cable box out of my house. i'm haven't even turned the tv on but a handful of times since the game of thrones finale. i can get it back come spring for those few weeks...luckily, the twc office is right around the corner. i will enjoy bringing them their crazy box back. all i need here is internet service with a reasonable speed and the landline phone. i just don't want more than i need these days. so i'm up early, america...and i've got some stuff to do before i can head out the door for the open (possibly rainy) road. do up the few dishes, vacuum up sam's tumbleweeds from the tile, pack some clothes. i like coming home to things being in some semblance of order. my place looks like a stupid bachelor pad with the little time i've actually been spending here indoors. thankfully, the new neighbor came and took away some of the furniture i decided i don't need...a couple large chairs and a table. freeing up space in that back bedroom is going to be a challenge but i'm finally getting to where i can do it and make it the guest room /nursery it needs to be...but these are things for next week. right now, it's time to get out the door. enjoy old-ass america's birthday, guys. avoid any unlikely alien takeovers if at all possible. xo, jones ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- .what came before. - .what happened next. a diamond at the bottom of the drain - 20 october 2017 |
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