05 March, 2014

words! words! words words words! also, hi.

moi (doing one of my favourite time-wasting activities that don't involve stupid television shows. i.e. looking at the movie trailers on apple trailers): gah! why do things always have to take a "dark and unexpected turn?!"
my fabulous roommate: because that's what life is like.
moi: NO! it is not! and you know it!
mfr (in the most dejected tone imaginable): oh. good.

i have been silent for far too long. but it's all coming to an end, and the end, being nigh and all that, is filled with all sorts of scholarly activities that keep me in school till waaaay past my bedtime (ok, 10:30, but still…). it's been busy. it's been so busy. so so SO busy. but good. busy and good. but SO busy, what with all the busy and all. and did i mention how busy it's been? yesterday (i.e. tuesday) felt like the longest week ever, as a result of which i kept thinking today is the day after friday, if the day after friday was another type of weekday. so. yes. busy.

in the one allotted week of non-busy, i went on a parental-sponsored trip to phoenix and las vegas, though not at all in the way you think when you hear phoenix and vegas, i promise you.

as per usual, part of the trip revolved around my dad running a marathon (he would likely spontaneously combust if he were to go on a trip unrelated to running a marathon). he ran the marathon in phoenix, badly, too, because practice and stretching are concepts foreign to the man, as is the idea of aging and no longer being able to perform insane feats of physical endurance without the proper preparation, but whatevs. my mom and i dropped him off before the sun rose, and had our morning coffee in a local macdonald's filled to the brim (THE BRIM, PEOPLE!!!) with elderly men in various stages of decrepitude. bucking the statistics, the women were outnumbered roughly 54,721:1, and my mom and i were the hottest, youngest things in the 'hood. which would have felt nice if the general population wasn't hovering in the very near vicinity of the triple digits.

still, the majority of the trip consisted of hiking in the desert, which is the most peaceful, gorgeous and silent place imaginable, especially in mid february when spring is just starting to poke its green schnozz outta the sand; evening glasses of cheap wine (oh, trader joe's - if there was one reason for me to consider moving south of the border, you would be it! you, with your glorious selection of dried fruit and wine starting at just $3.99 a bottle…sigh…); occasional walks along the las vegas strip, which is one highly efficient way to get really really depressed about the state of humanity in general (scooter? check! obesity? check! oxygen tank? check! cigarettes? check!) and american humanity in particular; one or two semi-successful shopping trips; and a whole lotta not-writing of an unfinished essay. overall, the trip was great. i love liking my parents. i've always managed to love them, but there was a particular dry spell in the early years of my marriage in the liking area, and things are back to good, if not better!

i drove, and demonstrated my newfound courage by driving in phoenix itself* and las vegas. my dad drove back in the evenings when my sight grew dim, to quote the eagles.

one of the most astonishing things about the desert is that it makes me fall asleep like nowhere else. yeah, yeah, you say to yourself (enough with this talking to yourself! it's getting weird. you really oughta see someone!), it's the physical exertion. blah blah blah. i've been running almost every day. i've hiked places. i've stridden, marched and plodded, and never, NEVER, i say! have i slept as well as i do in the desert. i fall asleep, get this, within 15 minutes of my head hitting the pillow! this, my darling poultries, is unprecedented! miraculous! dang good, even!

so yes, this is what happened. and then i came back, fell back in the bottomless bucket of work, and so i'm working. tonight i finished an assignment and am celebrating with glasses of portuguese** wine and watching the aforementioned apple trailers.

so yeah, i'm still alive. but busy. you know? very, very busy. almost done school, and all that, but we don't talk about that, on account of the busyness and all. talk to you when i next come up for air. might be a while.

*no big deal as the city is essentially one big interstate punctuated by occasional strip malls, subdivisions, and really really good and cheap mexican restaurants.

**still find that second "u" really odd and unnecessary. i mean, really! why is it even there? it's not like there's an invisible "q" lurking on the premises…is there?

1 comment:

Zhoen said...

Not like you're busy or anything…


Deserts are quiet. And dry. Hard to find mold, perhaps. .