One of my favorite feelings is running on a flat road at night, with a full moon, trusting that the pavement will be there for every step, feeling it pound up against my feet. Wearing my pajama pants and a sweater, my dad next to me. Two minuscule people in the middle of the night on top of a hill, away from any city, running mindlessly through the dark. Sometimes it feels like running away, in a sort of fun way. We get to the top of the hill, slow down, amble along, usually to the first stop sign, and then turn back. Coming around the curve before the hill drops back down is amazing at night. The single (completely randomly placed) streetlamp reaches only far enough to show there's more there than what you can see.
This has become a sort of routine for us, and it's really nice.
I'm in Rochester alone this week. Compared to other weeks, anyway. I drove here myself this morning (7AM), had stuff until 4ishPM and then came home (is that what I should call it? It's one of two, I guess...). Lauren (the woman who lived here, just moved) is here this week, she's getting ready for her sister's wedding, which is this weekend. But I had the house to myself for a long time, and that was awesome. Of course, in this nice block of alone-time, I only did homework (except for a few apple breaks (going to the kitchen, chopping up an apple, going back to the couch)).
--> Inserted after re-reading: What I wrote there sounds like it could be misinterpreted as this: I would go to the kitchen, chop up an apple, LEAVE it there, and go back to the couch. Then later, I would get up again, go to the kitchen, chop up another apple, leave it there, go back to the couch. Repeat process. Resulting in a mountain of apple slices, which, in an image generated by my sleepy mind, would eventually overflow the counters. This image of apple slices flooding the kitchen is very vivid. *Must sleep.* <--
I parallel parked in a fairly tight spot today, on my first try, and it made me happy. I got to literally 2 inches from the curb, too.
I walked around Olean yesterday while the tires were getting changed (no more snow tires! Yes, snow, I know you're listening, and yes, snow, I know you will be back soon now). It was interesting being in a smaller town again, after being used to Rochester. I re-discovered the thrift store there, and wandered in, and came out with an awesome skirt for contra-dancing (which I did not expect to find there). And now I'm thinking I didn't really need another one. Ah well, what's done is done.
In the post office, mailing something, I'm pretty sure the dude behind the counter remembered me from when I took forever putting together the package for the composition competition. It had been twenty minutes before 5:00, the deadline for postmarking things on that day, and I had a large selection of things I needed to include in the huge manila envelope, including ANOTHER manila envelope.
I was a little bit more together this time, but not much. I refuse to put everything into the envelope, address it, stamp it, and seal it before I'm at the counter. It's so much more fun letting the postal dude watch me shuffle everything around on the tiny counter space.
I suppose sleep wouldn't hurt too much, now that it's past midnight.
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