A Geek Writer Tumbling Around Upstate NY

Lyrics that make you go huh?!?

Does anyone else think it odd that in the song “Man! I Feel Like a Woman”, Shania Twain claims that men’s shirts make here feel like a woman?

And then stuff filled in the gaps

First I though July would be busy.  Then things unexpectedly shifted in bookland (much like luggage during takeoff and landing) and I expected to have a pretty empty schedule for July.  And somehow I then managed to fill my schedule with other projects to near bursting.  Not that I mind really - I just seem to have managed to do this without even realizing I’d done it. Well, maybe I’ll mind… I guess that depends on how many out-of-town projects end up getting added to the mix, which is still an unanswered question.  

Duh duh dum

After months of being absurdly busy, suddenly and unexpectedly not busy feels very unnatural and strange to me.  I feel like there are so many random things I can now be doing (laundry, house cleaning, yard work, working out, blogging, and on and on) that I can’t really decide what to actually do and I feel oddly guilty for just not doing anything.  

It’s been nearly two months since I had my long hair cut off.  I still don’t really miss it, especially in the heat we’ve had lately.  I have, however, discovered that after almost three years without dying my hair, I’ve gotten out of practice predicting exactly what permanent dyes will end up looking like when used on it. As a result, my hair is not the dark brown with a reddish tones that I expected.  It’s more just plain red. Not fire engine red or even a shade of orange that defies truly being called red hair (both of which I did when I was in my 20s - the first intentionally, the second not so much).  Nor does it look particularly bad… it just wasn’t quite what I had in mind.

You know you were out too late drinking when you wake up the next day and have no idea where your glasses are, become convinced you must have lost them on the sumble home from the bar, and then discover them perched on a bookcase between the living room and kitchen.

Back in my days living in suburbia, I once pulled out of a gas station in front of guy who hesitated when the light turned green because I thought he was being polite and waiting for me. At the next light (this was very heavy rush hour traffic), he got out of his car and walked up to scream at me and pound my driver side door and window because I’d cut him off. He kept doing this until a driver coming the other way stopped her car, yelled to ask if I was okay, and threatened to call the cops on her cell phone - at which point the light turned green and I drove off watching him fume in my mirror as a huge line of cars behind him honked their horns and cursed at him while he walked back to his car and started it, moving forward just as the light turned red again.