Bits & Pieces

You know, sometimes I hate those moments of clarity. They might be informative … but then later, you realize you’re still not OK with it. You have to accept it, but it’s just not quite right.

for amazon.com tells me so …

Megan got her copy of the new Chris Thile album this morning and I was ALL JEALOUS. So I went online to amazon to check the status of my order, which had been sent Tuesday.

And it said it had been delivered at 11:50 a.m. today. And I was like, NUH UH! I still have no CDs!

And then my mind caught up and I thought, “Wait a minute. Go check outside.”

And there was a box on the front porch! Containing not only Chris’s “How to Grow a Woman from the Ground,” but also “Across a Wire” by the Counting Crows (which I had totally almost forgotten I ordered!) and “Continuum” by John Mayer!

AND TODAY I DON’T WORK TILL LIKE FIVE SO I HAVE TIME TO SIT AROUND AND LISTEN TO MUSIC!

Yeah. I pretty much win.

Because I know we’re all remembering today, anyway …

If you’re into history, or news, or just remembering how things were documented … this is both fascinating and disconcerting.

Front pages from Sept. 12, 2001

I love fall. Love love love love love. Love. I love that I sat outside tonight and I was COLD. And that it was totally worth it, because the Counting Crows are freaking fantastic.

I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. I want to sit in my sweatpants and listen to music and read all day long.

And maybe drink coffee. But only if it’s from O’Henry’s. Or Crestwood. That’d be OK too.

Comfort food: Gyros and french fries at Purple Onion with a book before church
Comfort music: Hymns, particularly The Gadsby Project
Comfort cuddle: with my cat (hey, I’m single! Shut up!)
Comfort clothes: Gray sweatpants and obnoxious orange Virginia Tech T-shirt
Comfort reading: Cooking for Mr. Latte by Amanda Hesser
Comfort drinking: Anything hot in a mug. Coffee, latte, herbal tea, hot chocolate, whatever.
Comfort location: Either an empty apartment or O’Henry’s

The thing about this form of communication is that sometimes I feel the urge to write, even the urge to write publicly, but I don’t want to write about what’s really on my mind. And so I end up either rambling about something completely irrelevant or making vague-y vaguerton posts. Which is maybe passive-aggressive, but it’s fun. You never know just who is reading and how much you want them to know …

I am still obsessed with the idea of running away. I am probably talking/thinking about it too much …

Tickets I wish I could afford:
John Mayer & Sheryl Crow
Counting Crows & Goo Goo Dolls
Alabama football
Florida State football

Tickets that I’m going to buy anyway:
Nickel Creek (since, y’know, I’ve never seen them before)
Alabama vs. either Duke or Miss State … OK, neither team is going to be super-exciting, but I promised to take my cousin to a game, and I’m going to take one of my co-workers too. Neither of them have ever been to an Alabama game! (In fact, the co-worker has never been to ANY college game. Katherine probably hasn’t either, but she’s only 16 so that’s a little more understandable!)

Current obsessions:
The kick-ass version of “Mr. Jones” from “Across a Wire”
“Films About Ghosts” by the Counting Crows, with the exception of “Big Yellow Taxi.” I like Joni Mitchell and all, but I just can NOT get into that song.
“Mary May and Bobby” by Joe Purdy
“Leave the Pieces” by The Wreckers
Adobe eyeshadow from Origins
My planner. It’s good for a little OCD girl.
And, y’know, daydreaming.

… just because it’s fun to sit on the couch and write pointless blog entries when it’s raining outside and your host is cleaning house. That’s a nice, random Saturday afternoon.

Tonight I really want to sit in bed, wearing my gray sweatpants, with a book and a glass of wine or – ooh! – a mug of herbal tea. (Tea would be perfection.) I don’t feel like socializing with anyone but my cat.

But y’know, when these worky social opportunities come up, they’re worth taking. Even if I only hang around for maybe one beer. It’s 9:30 and I’m ready for sleep.