Yesterday evening about this time there were 9 elk grazing in my pasture. I just heard some sand hill cranes flying by.
I spent two hours weeding and re-edging a flower bed this afternoon. I wore my hoodie wrapped around my waist and flip flops on my feet.
My computer might be dying. The power cord only actually delivers power when propped at an odd angle against my knee. I wonder how long it will be before it gives up the ghost completely. And what the hell I'll do when that happens.
Today while changing the bedding I took off one of the down comforters. I didn't store it too far away, but it's off for the time being.
I have an ugly looking burn on my clavicle the exact size of a match head. Stupid weak-ass matches. I think it will leave a scar.
I just finished an insane mystery set at a boy's boarding school by that guy who wrote Lost Horizon. It fed all my worst 1920's English fantasies.
I'm wearing summer lounging clothes. There are no socks, sleeves, layers, or wool garments of any kind on my body.
Except for being ruinously poor and having no idea what to do about it, I'm feeling pretty good about life right at this particular minute.
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I was on track - for a degree or a career or a healthy retirement fund - for my first 29 years. I decided to see what a year off track feels like. Starting December 23, 2006, this is where you can find updates on the no doubt boring adventures of Corina derailed.
About Me
- Corina
- The header says alot, but I'm a 30-year-old lawyer turned dropout who really really loves to be places other than home, wherever that happens to be at the moment. I believe rainy days are a personal affront and take umbrage when the sun is behind clouds. I love summer with an unholy passion. I watch insane amounts of television (or did until I gave up, temporarily I hope, television reception), and have given up feeling bad about it. Most of the time.
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