‘S(now) Re: modal

Busy I’ve been. Work on the “off” days, work on the “on” days. But always: Easy, Like Sunday Morning. Typing has been set back as a priority, as tools generally occupy the space my hands hold. The new job as a bike wrench is pretty plush; flexbile hours, pretty cool cats, and lax work pace. Not nearly as cool as the ol’ BL, but several good similarities. But when it comes down to it, I’d rather be doing better things with my time than hanging out on the clock somewhere other than our church of skills, aka the shop. It has helped with the local networking however, which is something that I value quite highly, and was a secondary motivation for obtaining this job. Flintnapping has been the order of the day recently, and though one’s flesh is ideally scared by the finished point, I’m only scared by how oddly shaped mine are. But that being part of the process, I’m loving it.

A day or two after that long post written below, I got severely ill. The top of the stomach held a pain that did not move or change, except for when it got worse. That bad taste in my mouth that I mentioned gave me a belly ache. Towards the end of that three day period I was not able to take anything into the body, and was not able to do anything but be with the experience. Not able to sleep, I struggled to keep the breathe deep, slow, and intentional. I rolled back and forth, as bodily stillness would only accentuate the pain. As I reached about a 6/7 on my pain scale, and several hours into this climax, I got up to release bodily fluid. As I stood before the latrine, it helped trigger an urge to vomit, which I was quite happy about and had been hoping for. After one full purge, then pain started to subside slowly, and sleep came within a few hours. Selected foods the following day, and back to the grindstone.

Then came the birthday. That statement sounds ominous, but it was quite good. Thank you for the cards, gifts, calls, ect. I realize that about half of my friends don’t really know when my birthday is, or they don’t choose to acknowledge it. Which is okay, because I realize that I don’t actually know several of their’s either. I fixed pancakes for my housemates, took a nap in the sun, ate a great group meal at the other house (as another’s birthday was the 17th), and then a soak in the hot springs.

Really not much to say on that tip. And as I had planned on initiating what Mr. SS does and mention the current music I’m listening to, “nothing to say” by Soundgarden just came on.

Current Music: Soundgarden “Screaming Life/FOPP” ep