Not much to report from the C+C Live Desk. Lots of work—earning those paychecks. Lots of rain—depressing, untamable hair (refusal to take photos). Lots of discussion of zodiac readings, germination, cat pheromones, and the future. This is necessary if you live with me. In a constant quest for self-awareness, I tend to want lots of answers. Even to questions that jump the gun. I shrug somewhat apologetically at this.
So the sun has come out and I’m working outside again, watching the backs of my hands turn a chestnut brown that I’m well aware will be liver spots in 40 some-odd years. It’s ok. Memorial Day weekend—much like other holidays when you’re sequestered away on a mountain—will come and go without much to-do. That’s ok, too.
I took these photos weeks ago, before the 11 straight days of rain we had. I came back to this post just now and noted its utter incoherence, something about pharmaceuticals and skipping rocks, and a mention of my grandmother’s chin hairs.
Oh, and a tirade about these trucks that tormented me all day long with their engine brakes:
That’s right, you run ‘n’ hide! Reading on, I noticed I was going somewhere (dark, by the looks of it) after watching this trailer:
If you can get beyond the adorable paws and the robotic kitty voice, I loved what they said about the cat’s potential lifespan. I mean, without medicine… what makes us live longer? Music, for one thing. Beauty. Belief. Human connections.
Lately I’ve noticed something after the fact about the days I spend working alone from home. Slowly, as the day goes by, I must approach each chair around the dining room table and decide it’s the right one to sit in. Then must get up and leave, and come back later, pulling another one out. Every day, each chair is moved out of place, the whole dynamic of a table and chairs bungled, and debris—pens, pencils, scraps of paper—littered all around.
That doesn’t quite fit into anything I’ve said so far and so am now going to end this post, somewhat bashfully. Have a wonderful weekend! I’m sure regular scheduled programming will resume in no time.
-Carey


i love your words.
have a lovely weekend, pretty girl.
i wish you lived closer. need to discuss.
beautiful photo of you…
thought of you while i was downtown today…wishing i could run into you as you’re riding your bike about town…turning the head of all the old pervs!! Hope you and Rob have a wonderful weekend.
i’m horrible at commenting, but i read your blog religiously , loved the post!
Hi C. I, again, have scoured your blog looking for an email address for you. Its probably here somewhere, I just am not seeing it blinking in my face. somewhere. I wanted to respond to your comment. But privately. The aftermath of quitting has been very interesting for me. Surprising actually. I just thought I would share it with you. My email is [email protected] . I would love to keep in touch with you via email. And I love how Introspective you are.
Christina