Lazy crazy busy blogger (& please tell me to do my work)

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"Abject apologies. I just opened mine eyes, and lo! I have not updated this since I fell in love... You would not believe the fairy dust I have to clean up. I prostrate myself in sorrow and beg thy forgiveness..

I am absolutely consumed with setting fire to people wearing Crocs, waiting for the onshore winds, just generally being a delightful mistress to society in general. My day is a magical flight from midday to when I run out of alcohol. I am smitten. Deal with it.

I make a solemn vow I will update you with my nefarious activities as soon as I get a chance. Fully! Seriously?"

New #1 on the WWMD** list

HVAC repair.

I did not have that $700 to spend.

No, no I did not.

No indeedy.

Not at all.

**What Will Medusa Do for a career if she does not get tenure.

A long overdue this week's wardrobe inspired by . . .

I feel like my wardrobe choices during the summer are less than inspired. There are a few reasons for this: a) If I am not teaching or showing up to a place every day, I tend not to make as much of an effort; b) It's hot, dudes; and c) My money is being spent on travel and dinners out and summery cocktails and not on clothes that I can only wear a maximum of three months out of the year.

As I result, I tend to wear little dresses and flip-flops every day. A variation on this theme is a little dress and slouchy suede boots. Another variation is jeans and a top at night, sometimes with heels, though I am still looking for the perfect high-heeled sandal.

Because I am the superficial gorgon that I am, I start to feel out of sorts when I fall into this summer style rut, so I shall try to spice it up a bit with more varied and interesting silhouettes and a no flip-flop rule, in the evenings at the very least. This will of course require that I find the perfect beautiful yet walkable sandal, but I think not much more of an investment than that. Oh. And fabulous hair, which is ever in the works.

Poetry Friday, Carol Ann Duffy

You

Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head,
so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,
like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables
like a charm, like a spell.

Falling in love
is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart
like a tiger ready to kill; a flame's fierce licks under the skin.
Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in.

I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,
in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,
staring back from anyone's face, from the shape of a cloud,
from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me

as I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are
on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.

For a lovely amazing breathtaking exquisite T.S.

Back

And pretty much intact. I am a little worse for the wear. I feel like I have waded through a couple of decades of murky emotional waters. Was it necessary? Probably. Did I handle it as well as I could have? Probably not.

Thanks for advice, by the way, on navigating the family visit. I only managed to get away to a coffee shop to work 2 (out of 14) days. I did end up going farther South to my father's house and a bit further down the cosmic drain, but I am in the end glad I went.

By the way and fyi, the plane trips to and from the Deep Red were HORRENDOUS. Delays, flight changes, hours and hours in airports, lost luggage. The airline system is broken, people, just in case you did not already know. I have traveled twice a year to the Deep Red for the past 15 years and I travel at least one a year for conferences, and I have never seen anything as ludicrous as what went on these most recent flights. Broken.

Okay. End of rant, I think. I do have something to say about the growing popularity of the Aerobed and the serious threat to sleeping comfort it poses for millions of visitors in homes across the country, but I will save that for another day.

I know I sound like a spoiled and ungrateful asshat of a traveler but DUDES it is good to be home and back with The Someone and easing back into what will be a crazy busy but--I have no doubt--completely awesome rest of the summer.