Tornado Watch!

I seem to have begun my blogging the way I've always managed to keep journals... very sporadically. Gotta do something about that. It seems I have a tendency to neglect the recording of my life, except when things are bad. But today, I got around to opening an email my dearest old friend sent, which was a link to his recent blogging, and I've been hit by a moment of motivation again.

This is a generally mundane day in a generally ordinary life. But it is my day, again, as was yesterday, and as will be tomorrow. I guess it is what I have.

My work day was tiring, though my job is generally rewarding, with a slight undercurrent of insane of late, just as those of us who survived the latest round of layoffs are working out our frustration and survivor's guilt on each other as we try to avoid taking it out on customers. Mid-day I had intended to make one of my too-infrequent forays back to my old grounds in Guelph to retrieve the latest installments of my Fabric Club subscription from the Greenwood Quiltery, but after several torrential downpours and reports of tornadoes in the region, travelling in my tiny car on an open highway through flat farmland didn't seem so appealing.

Instead, the Spousal Euphemism and I headed out to the local Gourmet foods emporium and made an indoor picnic of some exotic prepared take-out, a selection from the olive bar and whacked-out cheeses. Then I popped in here to review all the emails I haven't had time for, caught up on Dear Friend's blog and decided it is time to make more of a regular exercise of mine.

SE just finished watching Dead Poets' Society for the umpteenth time in the other room - a movie which, while superb from idea through final execution, depresses the hell out of me. I think because when younger, I always felt like one of those over-achiever kids who was nonetheless never good enough, and I rode that self-destructive razor's edge for so long. Hate being reminded of how it felt to be that. I prefer my entertainment to be much farther into the escapist genre.

SE is expected back here momentarily as for some reason he's decided to work on his Photo Journal in a corner of my office for a while.

I may follow this with another entry if I can find an interesting photo somewhere in the heap. SE has become my photojournalist, but I'm bartering him rights to use pictures of me (which I generally hate, but have to admit, are technically quite good) for rights to use his pictures of me, my quilts or my cats to demonstrate *my* art, because it's really hard to get the cat itself to sit still on a scanner.
Such was my day, then... or only the later part, I guess.