accidental existence

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“…in the mood to lose my way with words…” June 14, 2017

Filed under: Uncategorized — emletterman @ 4:26 pm

Blogs are a funny thing.
I haven’t posted on this one since 2014.
Did anybody miss it?
Probably not.
Did I notice?
Not until today.
Though, truth be told, I was surprised it had been that long.

Three years later and what’s changed?
I’m three years older.

It’s summer time in the Ozarks.
I can gauge the humidity by how many ringlets my curls have formed.
It’s pretty damn humid today.

I finally joined the current century—I started using a digital calendar.
Despite everything in my life branded with an Apple logo, I’ve resisted.
I like my paper desktop calendar.
I’ve not completely abandoned it yet.
Let me just say, damn digital is handy.
It took a bit to get it all in there, but now it’s synced up to everything I own.
I enter an event on my work computer.
I can see it on my phone.
My watches notifies me when it’s time to leave.
Handy.

It’s also overwhelming.

My life is so scheduled, yet I feel like I do nothing.
Interviews in purple.
Home life in blue.
Letterman family social calendar in red.
Blue haircut at 4 p.m.
If I wanted to stop and smell the roses, I have time next Friday.
I’ll mark it red, so Adam can enjoy them, too.

I just finished rewatching Grey’s Anatomy.

Adam and I currently are watching The Office.
No, I’ve never seen it before.
Yes, it’s shocking.
Yes, it was a national tragedy.
Yes, I openly love Jim Halpert.

I have avocado toast for lunch.
I don’t care what baby boomers say, it was delicious and worth every penny.

Adam is grilling pork chops for dinner.

Speaking of national tragedy.
It’s hard to read the news some days.
And I’m a damn journalist.
There were two mass shootings today.
Last week commander Cheeto backed out of the Paris climate deal.
That’s depressing.

People aren’t nice anymore.

I fell at the movie theater last weekend.
We were seeing Wonder Woman.
Sidenote: Amazing.
There was a ledge for the recliners.
It was dark.
Popcorn went everywhere.
The 32 ounce root beer went even further.
I skinned my knee.
Badly.
But it’s the bruises I wasn’t prepared for.
My forearm hit the ground.
It’s now hard to type.
My thigh.
My side.
If you think it sounds pretty awful, you’re right.
I am not Wonder Woman.

It’s summer time in the Ozarks and it’s currently 90 degrees.
I hate it.

We might have to turn on the A/C at home soon.
The combination of rock walls, trees and lots of windows keep us decently cool into June.
But it’s starting to test me at night.

Sometimes, I sleep with ear plugs because the birds are too loud.
Windows open and all.
But only from the hours of 5 a.m. to 6 a.m.

Chuck threw up last night.
It was gross.

I’m hot right now.

We should go to the lake.

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Still not as cute as Jim.