Cleveland bound, for real. Yes, I'm doing this from the road. All praise to the speech to text function on my iPhone.
I've been making this move in stages, which is how I prefer it, I think. It will be good to get things going, there. I'm looking forward to new opportunities. And to writing, nonstop, until more opportunities arise. Aaaaand having all my stuff in one place. That's kind of nice.
But it doesn't matter how much I parcel the big change out, I walked out of my parents house, and it was really hard not to lose it. Is that another signifier of adulthood, thinking you're alright, and then losing it completely with very little provocation? In regards to tears?
And then I went to say goodbye to my sister and her plan, and it was hard not to lose it there too. And when I said goodbye to Carra and HER clan last night. Oh the schmaltz!
And then I went to say goodbye to my mom at her work.
I'm going to be a sob fest for a good solid hour, probably.
In case this is coming across as a kind of self-indulgent Internet emotion fest, I just want to say, well, it kind of is. :) But not really. At the beginning of the year, I was looking forward to spending some good time at home with my family and friends. And my pug. It was also a mental health tactic.
It worked. I don't know how I would've got through the last six months without having that bedrock of my time at home.
I especially love how much time I got to spend with my mom. It's father's day and all, and heavens knows I adore my dad. But my mom's hospitality, from the exquisite way she decorates her house, to her humor, to the way she watches movies over and over, her HUGE LOVE of Bradley Cooper, for her mutual total enjoyment of Biff, and an eternity of other things, but mostly how much she affects other people so positively, and doesn't even realize it most of the time. Mom, don't ever doubt it. (And you have a prize coming to you in the mail. ;)
Yeah, I'll be in Cleveland, but my heart lives in many places. As Emily said just a couple of weeks ago, it's good to have people to miss. And to love. So in a strange way, I'm okay to cry.
And I'll be VERY HAPPY to return. :)
Mom sent me to a garage sale this morning and I'm the one who came away with goods.
In this case, a portable Emerson record player and 200 45's in a rad box.
I'm selling them, of course. Except maybe the box. I feel sad breaking up such a great collection (and it really is great, it's like every good oldie single ever produced), but, well, I know they will go to people who will love them better than I. (I'm better with LP's and my iPhone.)
The upside of prepping for a garage sale is finding choice childhood gems whose location I've been scratching my head over for years. Also, there is finding other people's stuff that they no longer want but is PRECIOUS TO ME. Such as this Little Flower talc canister that my niece was playing with. I retrieved it before I got wet. (She's 3 so it's all good.) Score.
And in other news I found my seal coat!!! ...Though this means I really should articulate my ethical stance on fur... sigh....
Caption this. Especially in relationship to writing.
Don't want to? Me neither. Do you at least enjoy the cornucopia-ish quality of this fruit? Me too.
Can you think of a cornucopia pun? Me neither.
My writing has taken a turn for the concrete. Maybe this is screenwriting-specific, but I wrote a draft of a play and plotted most of it out with a scritchy pencil and a box of copier paper. (No, it did not take me the whole box.) I used to think I would be able to use a typewriter for writing, as if that would free me from, uh, the tyranny of the internet as well as the enormous quickness of computer word-processing but it turns out that typewriters are pretty annoying, if also cool. (And the internet is not actually tyrannous. At least not anymore. And this gets me to thinking: why don't more creature's names have the same etymology as tyranny? Why just the T-Rex? I find cats pretty tyrannous at times. Though I like this about them.)
Anyway. It is more exploratory, I think, to work something out on paper, and less so (at least for me) on a computer screen. My notes, as they proliferate like freaking bunnies, can be accessed easily and fanned out around me.
Anyways. I've probably talked about this all before. I'm just enjoying it. I enjoy that I enjoy it. I got up this morning and I sat in front of my papers and that is a GOOD THING.
And now I will get back to that. I've got creepiness to attend to.
(And be proud of me for avoiding food puns)
(Orange you glad I didn't)
Gettin' some serious (but not even remotely serious!) family time in before I go to the big C for who knows how long. (Uh, I am not going to... cancer. C is for Cleveland. I guess.)
Fire and swings
Hugs. (She looks uncomfortable but is not. I wish I was 5 and could basically be a contortionist.)