Les Affaires de Coeur: October 2009 Archives

Forgive me for again disappearing into the woodwork. I've been having a rough time of it. Things are ultraweird on several levels, and I'm exhausted, and I need to finish that sweater tout de suite because it is cold out.

I've been plying the new pocketcam with mixed results. Still learning its capabilities, which are sometimes pretty good and sometimes strangely bad. I seem to end up with unfocused shots more than I would expect to. Though perhaps the light hasn't been very good.

As usual, I have trouble stopping on the bridges to take those pics that I always want to show you. It's just so difficult, once I'm pedaling, to want to ever get off the bike.

I ended up riding around the park again tonight, and then taking a detour on my way home, after having already ridden 30 miles today, simply because I couldn't resist the lure of the cool fall night and perpetual motion. It's good, and it's a good thing, too, because when things are like they are now, it's about all I can stand to do. Booga booga.

Anyway, I really don't know what to tell you. I haven't got much fun stuff to report.

I met a guy I thought was interesting, and cute, but he was introduced to me as someone on whom a friend of mine has a crush, so there's not much I can do about following up on the possible interest. I mean, maybe eventually, but I have to sit back and watch things play out with the friend first.

He's not the same guy I mentioned in the last post. He's more suitable, at least in age, and possibly in other ways, though it's awfully difficult to tell in a first meeting like that. At least he is not from the Internet. We have sworn off that as a source of boy material. Yuck. It never works.

Things have been weird with the boy formerly known as boy number two. Sometimes it seems like we'll be friends again and sometimes I'm not so sure. It's part of the whole weirdness casserole I've got going on right now, but by no means the main ingredient.

Like a lot of people, I have been wanting to knit again, which is good, because my sweaters are getting very threadbare.

I'm starting to feel ever so slightly sorry for myself that I won't be at Rhinebeck this year. Though I've just remembered that a lot of people can't go to Rhinebeck because they live in Portland or some such place, so maybe I can pretend I live far away.