cosina
"I think being a woman is like being Irish." — Iris Murdoch
Time to reflect
running I went for a run after I got home from work. It was nice, in spite of the humidity. At least it's overcast, so the sun wasn't beating down on me. And I ran almost the entire time, much more than usual. I ran by the Hancock Building, around and around it -- for two reasons: (1) there is almost aways a breeze there, and (2) it is all mirrored glass, so I could check myself out.
It was hard to miss that belly (won't it ever go away?), and I turned this way and that as much I could while running so I could get the worst possible angles on myself. I wasn't getting depressed, honest! But then wham! there was a window angled so that I saw myself head-on, running right at myself, and I said, Hmm, not bad!
What a relief! (The "wham" was the surprise of seeing myself; I didn't run into the window.)
In any case, as my friend Minnie would say, "BOTH ARE TRUE!" (visible belly: true, looks good anyway: true) which helps me feel so much more, uh, realistic about myself...
Things are a little weird, though, I'm missing Nelson and Emma, who are still at Nelson's dad's house, making the most of summer vacation and the last years of my father-in-law's life. I talk to Emma for a long time every day on the phone. I know she misses me, too. She will talk for a half-hour (I swear) about what happened today in Animal Crossing, or she will tell me several entire episodes of Mr. Bean. I can't listen to it all, and Nelson's dad has this crappy crappy phone that distorts Emma's voice and half the time I can't make out what she's saying. But I let her run on and laugh when she laughs and try to pay attention for the questions, if they come.
Just two more weeks...
Also, I'm growing out my colored hair... don't want to dye it while I still have those unnatural red/gold highlights. Big surprise: I have a lot more gray hair than I thought I did. I've got to tough it out, though. I'm pretty sure that once I dye it again ppl will forget... and I don't think it looks that bad anyway...
It was hard to miss that belly (won't it ever go away?), and I turned this way and that as much I could while running so I could get the worst possible angles on myself. I wasn't getting depressed, honest! But then wham! there was a window angled so that I saw myself head-on, running right at myself, and I said, Hmm, not bad!
What a relief! (The "wham" was the surprise of seeing myself; I didn't run into the window.)
In any case, as my friend Minnie would say, "BOTH ARE TRUE!" (visible belly: true, looks good anyway: true) which helps me feel so much more, uh, realistic about myself...
Things are a little weird, though, I'm missing Nelson and Emma, who are still at Nelson's dad's house, making the most of summer vacation and the last years of my father-in-law's life. I talk to Emma for a long time every day on the phone. I know she misses me, too. She will talk for a half-hour (I swear) about what happened today in Animal Crossing, or she will tell me several entire episodes of Mr. Bean. I can't listen to it all, and Nelson's dad has this crappy crappy phone that distorts Emma's voice and half the time I can't make out what she's saying. But I let her run on and laugh when she laughs and try to pay attention for the questions, if they come.
Just two more weeks...
Also, I'm growing out my colored hair... don't want to dye it while I still have those unnatural red/gold highlights. Big surprise: I have a lot more gray hair than I thought I did. I've got to tough it out, though. I'm pretty sure that once I dye it again ppl will forget... and I don't think it looks that bad anyway...
