Being somewhat of a zombie these days, when I'm not attending to Conrad or catching up on everything else I'm neglecting in the process, I have found myself staring blankly into space. I remember that I used to spend a lot more "quiet time" before life got hectic. When was that, 1999? Probably. These days, I'm rather enjoying a return of quiet time, even if it is only made possible by my lack of energy required to do something more noisy.
The other day, Conrad and I were resting - quiet time - in my old bedroom at my parent's farm. He was shifting his gaze between a pineapple-like finial on one of the bed's four posts and the dark mahogany mirror beyond it, fascinated by the contrast between these shapes and the wall. Well, my mind was wandering yet going nowhere, when all of a sudden thoughts of shapes, outlines and silhouettes lead me to remember a brain teasing puzzle that had vexed my family for a few years. Suddenly, and bizarrely, the method of solving the puzzle was clear to me! I had to find that puzzle and try my luck.
I found the puzzle, still in my old closet. I took the pieces from the box and within a minute replaced them to form the silhouette of the elusive rabbit!
I'm still not sure how that happened. Why did my brain choose that moment to work with such clarity for something so irrelevant and long forgotten, yet this blog will probably have ten misspellings and be littered with sentence fragments.
Oh well. When a problem is solved, I shouldn't complain!
Erin
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It's been a few weeks since my last update, but that's not to say it's been quiet.
I've had a great time this fall on some late-season cyclocross road trips with Jeremiah, most recently venturing down to Asheville, North Carolina where the weather was unusually chilly and the racing was nail biting. Hendersonville was a great little town, and our hosts were the best!
Though I've not been the avid biker lately, I have been hitting the gym for yoga, Pilates and my new favorite - the elliptical trainer. What do you call working out on an elliptical? Running? Spinning? Elliptisizing?
Anyway, getting to my yoga class on time requires me to finish up on the elliptical around 5:30. While elliptisizing, I channel surf between the local evening news, CNN, Oprah (yeah, right), Cash Cab and Nat Geo's Locked Up Abroad. I'm a sucker for trivia, but Cash Cab has a lot of commercials, and I've found myself watching "true stories of people who have ended up miles from home, in a foreign land in a situation beyond their worst nightmares." It might be the programming schedule, or just my dumb luck, but every Monday and Wednesday night features the same old story, just substitute the characters: Down-on-his-luck guy decides it's a good idea to run drugs/money/gold from one sketchy third world country to another for the promise of an all expenses paid vacation and fast cash. Can you see where this is going? Yeah, well apparently there are enough guys who didn't see it coming to create an entire television series. But I get off the eliptical at 5:30, so I don't know what happens to them after they "realize this was a bad idea."
I've also returned my attention to the working world. For the time being, I'm back to freelance writing, web design, marketing and event consultation. I'll probably scale it back for a bit starting in February. But I'm having a great time, and am excited to have contributed some magazine features to my alma mater JMU.
It seems like tons of things are going on, but I definitely enjoy squeezing in some time for fun projects like picking out fabric, cloths, gear, books and toys.
Who'd of thought my world would turn into a modern zoo so quickly?
- Erin
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Last night we watched The Darjeeling Limited. I think it's the kind of drama/comedy that's a hit or miss, depending on who's watching.
For me it was all hit. I loved the awkwardness that served to make the comic scenes all the more funny.
Throughout his performance, it seemed like Adrian Brody was channeling a bit of Jeremiah Bishop in his role as Peter. I'm not sure if JB took this comment of mine as a compliment or a bit of a stab.
"I love you guys... but I'm going to mace your faces!"
I was rolling with laughter. Jeremiah thought I'd lost it.
Maybe I have.
Erin
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fam~i~ly noun
1. parents and their children, considered as a group, whether dwelling together or not.
2. any group of persons closely related by blood, as parents, children, uncles, aunts, and cousins: to marry into a socially prominent family.
3. all those persons considered as descendants of a common progenitor.
4. a group of people who are generally not blood relations but who share common attitudes, interests, or goals and, frequently, live together: Many hippie communes of the sixties regarded themselves as families.
My family:
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