Delayed Entry

Our trip to Virginia for my cousin's wedding went better than dreaded. TSA lines were tolerable. Most importantly, we all sat together on both flights.

Being asked to be the second photographer was such an honor. 

The weather's cooling down.
Autumn is my favorite season; took long enough to get here. And this year fall has a greater meaning- We're finally nearing the end of the depressing 2016.
auk Wiedersehen! 

The winters in Minnesota last far too long, but I'd rather winters here than humidity.

Flooded, Feeling Down & Reading, Reading, Reading.

I woke up to find our washing machine had been stuck on the fill cycle, and a flooded carpet as I returned from having dozed off. This happened in late August.
Our apartment complex gave us a guest suite on the first floor for the four days we waited for both the water to be sucked up, then dried away by massive industrial sized driers that had been placed underneath the ripped up carpet.
It was nice being in the same building instead of having to go to a hotel or something.
My 17 year old insisted on remaining in the wind tunnel which was our apartment. Said he liked pretending it was his own place...

We will be attending my cousins wedding in Virginia, which is on Oct. 8th. She wants me to take photos along with a friend of the family.. whom I believe doesn't like me anymore, since he has un-friended me on Facebook. We got along before to where he actually gifted me my telephoto lens.
I really wish Facebook would give notifications when people unfriend you.
So, we'll both be shooting the wedding photos. Should be a blast.

Honestly, I've been depressed more than not. But, I am thankful for all the good that comes my way.
Especially loving that it's finally fall.

I've been reading a lot, for me. I'm only five books away from my 2016 goodreads goal of 40.

I'm currently reading The Casual Vacancy by J.K. Rowling. This book has pretty low reviews, but everyone that I follow on Goodreads has given it 4-5 stars. My husband thinks it's because people were expecting another Harry Potter. And something about her using a pseudonym, I think? I don't know. People can be so fucking petty.

(I should talk about petty. Ha. I don't want to read the Harry Potter series because I simply dislike Daniel Radcliffe's face, and that alone has ruined the idea of reading the books. It's the opposite of One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest where Ken Kessy mentions Randle's red hair on several occasions, and I was like, nope. Jack Nicholson's hair is brown, and loving the imagery of Mr. Nicholson as the main character.)

I'm nearly a hundred pages in and really liking it so far. If I hadn't been so sleepy last night, I wouldn't have been able to put the book down.

Before this book I had just finished reading Norm Macdonald's first book titled Based on a True Story; A Memior. I loved it. I love that it made me laugh during a time when I really needed it.
I said it was his first book in hopes that this won't be his last.

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Yates

Stories written by Richard Yates is all I've wanted to read, so he is all I am reading. Carl Sagan's writing in Cosmos is fascinating, but requires more brain power than I feel like exhausting at the moment. At first I felt bad about putting it down, but it is what it is.
I forgot to take my pills most of Monday. It was after 4 when it all of a sudden occurred to be that I was fucking sad. Smh.
I always forget to take my pills on Monday being that Mon. is my first day off, and my leisurely mornings means I don't have food under later in the day, so I forget.

I can't wait to for this Monday; looking forward to my three day weekend, and planning to take my damn medicine so it won't be spoiled by more sadness.

 "It was like walking through fire, but they did it quickly and with what anyone would have said was perfect composure, heads up, eyes front, so that the piano only came up loud for a second or two before it diminished and died behind them under the rhythm of their heels."

– Richard Yates

The Collected Storied of Richard Yates

Asshole

If you invite vegetarians and vegans to dinner, and they bring their "own protein" like asked, why would you then proceed to tell them vegetarianism doesn't make sense? Seriously, shut your fucking mouth.
You don't understand why some people choose to not eat animals? Really? Then do some research. Don't be an ass.

Missing Warmth & Comfort

Yesterday's blog went on about how I want to escape. I forgot to take my second St. John's Wort pill, and even though I took it later in the afternoon, it just wasn't working for me. That, or I'm just sad.
Just before going to bed extra early, I thought about how D. and Nanny both  were constant comforts to me as a child. To have lost them both in the first half of the year, along with my other grandma is pretty fucked up.
Why would I even question my sadness? Of course I'm sad.
I believe the word is grief. I've entered the acceptance part of the grieving process.

I've never really been close with many people. Danielle, (I keep calling her D., but fuck that. Her name was Danielle.) Nanny, and on occasion, my other grandma Granny made up more than half of those which I was close with.
Nanny and Danielle were especially warm and honest to me growing up. 

The world feels colder without them here.

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Iridescent, Rainbow Holographic Things

I have a fiend-like desire to go to •Lush•. I want to replenish my Karma soap, and a couple of lovely bath treats.

Ordering online takes too long, but I don't want to drive to MOA, as my husband has alway driven me. It sounds kind of crazy to go there just for Lush. 

Times are dark enough where I'm steadily self medicating/escaping by means of St. John's Wort, and endless hours of reading, usually much of that time in a sweetly scented hot bath. 

I'm on the edge of asking Seth to take me. It is a half hour drive, and I just don't have the heart. 

Maybe I'll just place my order online.

The last book I read was •Gone With the Wind•

•my review•

I'm now reading Carl Sagan's •Cosmos•  "The only planet we are sure is inhabited is a tiny speck of rock and metal, shining feebly by reflected sunlight, and at this distance utterly lost."

My back's gone out on me a few times, and I've missed work because of it. Today is my technically Monday, but in Jen's world, it's my Friday/beginning of a three day weekend, and my left side is hurting.

 I just need more Lush. ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿  

Speech Stealer

Some people are wanting to blame the speech writer for Mrs. Trump's failure, which is a thought that had not occurred to me before hearing that excuse.
In my heart, I feel like nothing like this would have happened to the current first lady, because she would have have recognized the prior first lady's words. 
Michelle Obama is an intelligent person, and because of this, I'm betting that she actually researches any and all speeches that are given to her to read publicly. 
Based on this one detrimental incident alone, Mrs. Trump appears so very vapid, but then again, what kind of person would marry the mean spirited, adult five year old that is Trump?