lauralyrics (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lauralyrics) wrote,@ 2008-02-22 21:34:00 |
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O! for the days of my youth, when I could recite the first few lines of Beowulf and Paradise Lost, or write a 5-page paper on two lines of a poem, or move effortlessly between the languages of Shakespeare and Chaucer!
It took me most of the day to figure out how to open this new bottle of shampoo, and that's how I know that I'm losing it. The day is not far off when opening child-proof aspirin bottles will be beyond my ability.
When I woke up this morning, I had no idea that I would wax depressed over shampoo bottles (blasted thing should have come with instructions). The first thing I saw, while gazing out my window, was a coyote loping through the yard, soon followed by a second. It's the first time I've seen coyotes, and it was pretty neat: it had been snowing for a while, and my window was high enough that I could watch their progress away among the trees for a while. I don't mind coyotes, as long as they don't mind Maggie--bears, I'm more dubious of.
Maggie loved the snow, by the way. She likes to run in it and eat it and toss it up into the air with her nose and roll around and make snow-devils. Silly dog.
Lots of drama at work, and so I'm thinking about heading out (if the roads aren't too bad) to my favorite coffeeshop, strolling downtown, maybe going to the Chowder Festival and seeing No Country for Old Men later. I am, ever-so-slightly, desperately tired of library politics and protocols and problems, and I am resolved to forget about them for at least one whole day.
It took me most of the day to figure out how to open this new bottle of shampoo, and that's how I know that I'm losing it. The day is not far off when opening child-proof aspirin bottles will be beyond my ability.
When I woke up this morning, I had no idea that I would wax depressed over shampoo bottles (blasted thing should have come with instructions). The first thing I saw, while gazing out my window, was a coyote loping through the yard, soon followed by a second. It's the first time I've seen coyotes, and it was pretty neat: it had been snowing for a while, and my window was high enough that I could watch their progress away among the trees for a while. I don't mind coyotes, as long as they don't mind Maggie--bears, I'm more dubious of.
Maggie loved the snow, by the way. She likes to run in it and eat it and toss it up into the air with her nose and roll around and make snow-devils. Silly dog.
Lots of drama at work, and so I'm thinking about heading out (if the roads aren't too bad) to my favorite coffeeshop, strolling downtown, maybe going to the Chowder Festival and seeing No Country for Old Men later. I am, ever-so-slightly, desperately tired of library politics and protocols and problems, and I am resolved to forget about them for at least one whole day.
