Sweaty.

I am sticky and sweaty and smell like...yoga...which yes, has its own particular brand of bikram stink. I need to eat some food and take my medicine before my body has time to register that it actually does have a raging sinus infection. I need to shower and wash the sickly-sticky yoga film off of myself. And I need to get to sleep.

Some of these things will happen.

Others won't.

It's hard to say what might take priority, however, if I fail to shower tonight, all my linens will have to go directly in the washing machine in the morning, and that seems like a lot of work. Food seems important now, but not as important as medicine. Sleep is clearly critical. . .

At any rate, I miss your face. A LOT. Thanks for talking with me today, it made me feel much better somehow. I've been super distracted, worrying about whether or not you're surviving this week. I wish I were there, or you were here. Or that we could run away to some place in between and carve out a living wrestling bears or something equally impressive.

*sigh*

I feel substantially better than I did when I spoke with you earlier, but not nearly as good as I would like to. I CAN actually breathe now, but only so long as I take my decongestants in a timely manner. I went to yoga, even with my whole head clearly clogged with mucous, and struggled to a hilarious degree with all things requiring any semblance of balance. My head could not register which way was up, which way was down, and where in the world it was in relation to anything else. It. Was. Awesome. But it did make me feel better.

That's all I know on this end. Send me pics of your hair woman! I'm dying to see it!!!

All my love.
LittleFoot

My Crazy Angel...

Nineteenth.

It's my sister's birthday today. I failed to mention that earlier. I text her this morning and got the usual one word response (Spanks!!). But that's okay. I'll love her anyway. ;) The informal autumn birthday party for the lot of us is on Sunday. We will be celebrating with finger foods and rockets.

I finally finished organizing my book collection. It looks stunning now, but I don't know that color is an effective organizational scheme. At least not for anyone who is not familiar with the nuances of my personal library. I organized my DVDs as well. Also, probably not particularly helpful for anyone other than me.

Other than that, nothing of note has happened. I watched Persepolis and took a bath. Super unimpressive. No mountains, no adventures.



...Did I tell you there was a flag in my sitting-spot on Squaw Peak last night? A big ass American flag. ('Merica!) It scared the holy crap out of me, and I damn near toppled off the mountain. We hiked up by the light of the full moon, and I was staring out at said moon (in a dangerously distracted way) while simultaneously running/climbing up the rock formations to the peak. The next thing I know, I'm smacked in the face by a flag in the dark. It was...deeply unsettling.

Deeply.
Unsettling.

It continued to terrorize me for the remainder of my time up there. More than once I lost my shit, thinking it was a person running straight at me in the dark. Luckily, Emily had similar issues. Apparently there is something inherently menacing about flags in the darkness.

All my love.

You Had Time

How can I go home
With nothing to say
I know you're going to look at me that way
And say what did you do out there
And what did you decide
You said you needed time
And you had time

You are a china shop
And I am a bull
You are really good food
And I am full
I guess everything is timing
I guess everything's been said
So I am coming home with an empty head

You'll say did they love you or what
I'll say they love what I do
The only one who really loves me is you
And you'll say girl did you kick some butt
And I'll say I don't really remember
But my fingers are sore
And my voice is too

You'll say it's really good to see you
You'll say I missed you horribly
You'll say let me carry that
Give that to me
And you will take the heavy stuff
And you will drive the car
And I'll look out the window making jokes
About the way things are

How can I go home
With nothing to say
I know you're going to look at me that way
And say what did you do out there
And what did you decide
You said you needed time
And you had time

Tired.

I literally JUST walked in the door from hiking Squaw Peak until my legs failed me. I am well and truly beat. I don't know how I manage to lose so many hours to the tops of mountains, but it all just slips away. Before I know it, all my free time is gone, and I need to get to bed.

I'm so sorry I didn't call you when I got down. I meant to, but a series of tiny thing went wrong, the moral of the story being that I'm writing you here instead, which is nowhere near sufficient. :\

I do however, miss you terribly. More than terribly. I miss you all the days. I left behind the Flaubert quote for you, on the tops of mountains, but did not remember to photograph it. Clearly I am failing at all things. I know that this means that it technically never happened, but rest assured, I WILL secure photographic evidence for you within the week.

More CocoRosie. CocoRosie all of the days.

Lazy Days.

I should have done a lot of things today.
Should have.
Instead I lit some candles.
I read some Solzhenitsyn.
And I took a bath.

I've felt generally unwell for the past couple of days, which has (as always), decreased my irritation threshold. This I think, explains my constant complaining about All Of The Things. Things which really oughtn't to be complained about. I am actively trying to be less irritated about The State Of Things. Particularly when those things are relatively minor, but it doesn't come naturally.

At any rate, I hope your day has been more productive than mine. Or, alternatively, that it has been even less productive - perhaps spectacularly so - in which case, I request a dramatic recounting of your ultimate lazy day.


The song for this laziest of days is by The Civil Wars.



Miss your face.

The one is for you.

They're all for you, but that is besides the point. This one is perhaps, especially for you.

Song of the Day.

How I spent my summer vacation. (Part 1)

Here's a summary of what I've been up to since I left Washington.

Wet Beaver Creek - Bell Trail:


South Mountain - Bursera Trail:


Watson Lake


South Mountain - Pyramid Trail:


West Fork Oak Creek from Call O' The Canyon


West Clear Creek


Fossil Creek (West Side) - Waterfall Trail


Squaw Peak Summit Trail (Almost every day now since the start of August)


Tanque Verde Falls


Sabino Canyon - Bear Canyon Trail #29 to Seven Falls


Lost Dutchman State Park


Wet Beaver Creek - Weir Trail

Sweet serial killer...

Spent the day cleaning the house. A serious scrubbing was long overdue. I packed up several boxes of things I don't need or want anymore, but failed to actually load them into the car to take to goodwill. Lol. A project for another day I suppose. For now I'm going to take a long bath. Re-read T50YS, and hit the mountains once the sun is down.

Miss you terribly, all the days.

Song of the day is Serial Killer. :)




Baby, I'm a sociopath,
Sweet serial killer.
On the warpath,
'Cause I love you
Just a little too much.
I love you just
A little too much.
(Much, much, much).

Song of the day.

There's not a mood I've ever had that couldn't be felt in a CocoRosie song.





Gravedigress dig me a hole I can bury
All of my love and all of my holy
All of my love and all of my holy

Old gravediggress by the dried out brook
Whose babble turns to gravel
And my company too
I used to watch the butterflies,
Pretend that its spring
When December can't remember
Not a damn cold thing

Old gravedigger-r by the burnt out tree
Who held the hive a murmur
But no more bees
I used to hear the wind
Made speak and sing the leaves
Seems so long I've felt but a shy and tender breeze

Gravedigress dig me a hole I can bury
All of my love and all of my holy
Gravedigress dig me a hole I can bury
All of my love and all of my holy

I came in like a wrecking ball

Oh Dear Friend, I'm back. I'm trying my damnedest not to continue neglecting this space and failing miserably. I will make a more concerted effort from here on out. Pinky promise.

Things here are somehow better and yet exactly the same. Change is coming in so many ways, slowly and relentlessly and there's not a whole lot I can do about it. I both love and loathe this process.

I have lots of things that I could say about the past month, lots of things I could say about the upcoming one, but instead lets watch this cringe-worthy Miley Cyrus video and pretend that the real world doesn't exist. Okay? Great.





And for the record, I don't really have...anything (positive) to say about Miley Cyrus, but I am a sucker for both painfully awkward music videos (why is she licking everything???) and sad songs. I guess that means this one fits the bill. (Plus her explanation 'I'm naked because I'm sad' is just...well, I don't even know what it is. But that nonsensical non-explanation is the only thing that made me watch this video.)

Is the constant droning of top 40 radio ruining my taste in music? Quite possibly.

All my love.
LittleFoot.