recovery aka sleep

Needed to escape reality (?) or something, so went to the cabin for a weekend of recovery, aka SLEEP. It was gorgeous. Slightly colder than I would have loved and slightly snowier than I would have loved, but when you only go outside 5 times in 2 1/2 days, it's mostly tolerable...Not to underexaggerate the cabin. Really, it was gorgeous.

Waiting for my ride - looking across the street from my building

my gorgeous little flat!

Who even has time these days? Because I, for one, do not. Sad, sad day.

Anyways, some photos of my gorgeous little expensive flat! I love it and I am going to stay til I leave Laramie. I love the ceilings with the plaster cracking off, and the crooked walls and floors and doorways, and I love the 3 brazilian closets, and even the tiny tiny microscopic kitchen, where the refridgerator door doesn't open all the way. But I must admit, I am slightly afraid of the electric bill since I've turned on the heat....

I'll take rain any day

WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE????? IT IS THE MIDDLE OF SEPTEMBER - WHICH EQUALS SUMMER! IT SHOULD NOT BE SNOWING ON A DAY LIKE TODAY!!!!!!!!!!

pouring

It's raining, it's pouring
the old man is snoring
He bumped his head
on the back of the bed
and couldn't get up til
the moooorrrrrning.
andihadtoridemybikehomeintherain
anditwascoldandwetanddreary
andnowiamfreeeeeezzzziiiingggg.....

chaos? most definitely.

Tonight I am trying to Fully unpack. I have the random box here and there, full of things I have no idea what to do with. And I have decided that I want them gone so I can finally Live Here. In my flat. Completely.
As you may know, when I organize, I cause chaos. Total chaos. Sometimes it's a good thing though.
While I was digging through the chaos, I happened to find some quotes, poems, et cetera, that had apparantly struck me, and so I wrote them down.
These two still catch my eye.

This one I found in some book just before I left to England, and it really spoke to me, if you can imagine why.

There is a lightening of heart that attends the setting off upon

a great journey, whatever your fears and misgivings may be.

- Mitra

as;dlkjadf;lkj

asdlkfjasd;

And this one, my inner, secret (?) romantic, dies for. It is gorgeous.

as;dlkjfa;slkdf

asd;lkjasdf

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

i go you go, my dear; andwhatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

a;sldkfj;alskdjf;alskdjf

;laksdjf;alksdjf;laksjd;flkajsd;lfkjasd;lfkj i fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and its you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

a;slkdjf;alksdjf;alksdjf;alskdjf

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder thats keeping the stars apart

a;sdfjk;aslkd

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

- e.e. cummings