Well, I did it, folks! I spent a total of twelve
coffee-fueled hours this weekend going through a decade’s worth Good Typist
posts and labeling every single dang one
of them. I am so sick of myself and my own inane babbling right now.
Apparently, I’ve had a lot to talk about it, despite often being accused of
being “too quiet.” At any rate, if you scroll down a bit, you’ll see that you
can now search this blog by labels, so if you’re not interested in the
aforementioned inane babbling (“essays”), you can click on my poems instead,
or read one of my game reviews before you drop thirty bucks on the latest Tomb
Raider. Cripes almighty that was a lot of work, but I do feel a rather virtuous
sense of accomplishment now that it’s done. And yes, I do realize that the
labels are a little goofy at the moment with the plurals, but I’ll clean all of
that up later. I should get out of my chair before I meld to it and they have
to pry me out with the Jaws of Life. (Oh,
also, you may notice that I made a few small nips and tucks to the blog
interface, so it’s cleaner and crisper.)
I would go into a long, navel-gazing reflection
about what it was like to look back on ten year’s worth of my writing and
emotional history, but it’s just not in me right now. I’ve had enough of myself
for a while. Suffice it to say, there were no real surprises, except that,
despite everything I’ve been through over the last few years, I actually
believe that I’m much happier now then I was ten years ago. Or, if not happier, at least
far stronger and more resilient that I ever thought possible. I don’t really
believe in happiness per se anyway, at least not in the Oprah-esque, vision board,
motivational speaker sort of way. I have come to value strength and emotional
steadfastness over the ephemeral and elusive concept of “happiness.” The people
I know who chase happiness constantly all seem miserable to me, besides, I don’t
think I’d even know what it was if it flitted right up to me and kissed me on
the lips.
It’s been a good weekend to hole up inside,
brood, and work on this marathon of a project, since it’s freakin’ freezing,
dark, and dare I say, even a little snowy here in the rugged Pacific Northwest.
I’m happy about this because, one, I always love a good excuse for not leaving
the house, and two, I can now legitimately wear my super-warm, thick, snugly
Galway hoodie, one of my most prized possessions from Ireland. I held off on
buying a hoodie during the trip until I found exactly the one I wanted, and I’m
quite proud of this one. It makes me happy to wear it, like I’m being warmly
hugged by the spirit of all of Ireland. By the way, did you know Galway was established
in 1484? That’s legit ancient for a
city, to my American way of thinking.
Speaking of blustery conditions, poor Buddy
doesn’t have any sense of object permanence when it comes to weather. He seems
convinced that if he comes in, waits two minutes, then goes back outside, somehow
in that brief time span, it will magically go from freezing cold and rainy to
warm, dry, and gloriously sunny. He is excruciatingly disappointed each and every
time, but until recently that hasn’t stopped him from trying. Today, however, I
think he finally gave up. At his behest, I opened the sliding door for him this
morning. He stood there on the precipice, sniffed the air with a trembling nose,
then turned around and stalked off. I found him later slumped in his cat tree, looking
utterly defeated. Good. He’s supposed to be an indoor cat, anyway. Maybe he’ll
stay out of trouble and stop dragging the dead in for a few months.
--Kristen
McHenry
3 comments:
Hi Kristen,
I am doing a project for my poetry class and I was hoping I could email you to ask you some questions but have been unable to find an email to contact you with. If you would be willing to answer some questions for me I would be very grateful. (:
Thank you for your time,
Tina
Hi, Lizzie! Thanks for reading my blog! I'd be happy to help. I'll reach out to you on Google +.
Thank you!
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