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So very hot today.

Here I’ve been complaining about how cold it’s been and the world says ‘OK!’ and wham! Hello 29 degrees and hello sunburn. Eouch, I’m pink!

I really had no desire to talk to anyone today, but regardless I did speak to Penishead (yes, that is still his nickname, in spite of the fact that he’s been captured by a good woman) for a good hour or so. He’s getting married in November and since his fiancee is Greek… well it sounds like it’s an all out traditional bash. I just hope I can have things organized enough here to allow my to go to Calgary for it. Because yeah, even though he is a Penishead, he’s always been there for me and I wouldn’t miss such an important occasion for the world.

In spite of my desire to mince communication I was glad I got to talk to him, because I’d seen the pictures on facebook of R and T’s wedding and I wanted to ask how it went. And yes, I was a little sad I’d not even known they were having an actual wedding beyond their private ceremony a couple of years ago. It just demonstrated to me how out of the loop I am these days.

My own fault. Too caught up in my own piles of crap. Working on that though…

However, I’ve had (most of) this day to myself, which is something I needed. I think I need more than just 8 hours, but as it seems that’s all I’m going to get for a while I made the most of it. On the outside it may look like I’m doing nothing, but that is far from the truth. You see, my brain has returned. At least partially. We’re still not on the best of terms, but it’s not telling me I’m useless for the time being. So.

I have been thinking about the senses, and sensuality. For years I’ve read descriptions of the Taurean nature and skipped over the word as a given, but I was thinking about how much pleasure I get out of the little things. For example, the flavour of fresh strawberries fresh off the vine is enough to send me into raptures of the taste buds. Most people agree there’s nothing quite like it, but I could probably sit for ten minutes just tasting the damn berry. I swear a drink tastes different if you pour it over the ice rather than plop the ice in afterwards. White rice needs nothing but some butter and salt. I could listen to the same track repeatedly and get something new out of it every time. A single line of poetry, or a well-placed word can give me shivers. Floating in fresh water is entirely different than floating in salt.

I think this is part of the reason I do not do so well in high-speed environments. (And perhaps also why it takes me a longer time than others to adapt to change.) I like to take everything in, to notice, to savour everything. I’m not a sensation seeker in the normal sense – meaning I don’t go out of my way to find new sensations simply for the sake of the experience, but I think it’s an apt description for the simple fact that I get so much out of them – at least if I can stop and take it in.

Kind of a random topic, I know, but I was thinking how much I enjoyed the breeze on my skin and in my hair in this heat – so much so that I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and closed my eyes to take the whole sensation in. Weird? Probably. Do I care. Hells no.

Anyway. Poetry.


listening to: Balligomingo – Lust
drinking: iced tea
word count: 413
word of the day: kinaesthetic
reading: H.P Lovecraft
feeling: melted
headspace: sirenum fossae