Dammit, I've written more about suicide lately than I'd like. And for reasons I don't feel like getting into, I'm cranky. I want to fight that crankiness ("Come see the softer side of Chris...") and write about positive, happier stuff:
I've braved the weather, the finally-here heat wave Portland had for part of this month, unscathed. My apartment's stayed reasonably comfortable through this whole thing, with some times of being too stuffy but I got through that.
Weather-related: no sunburns in a while! In fact, there's some color -- non-totally pale, non-burnt red -- on my arms and neck. I've done better at being in the sun judicious amounts of time, getting Vitamin D without overdoing it.
I've gotten to two performances of Trek in the Park's "Journey to Babel" this month, a fun show in a spectacular setting (Cathedral Park in St. Johns) with performers who can roll with unexpected wrenches in the works. Example:
On Saturday, when Adam Rosko (Capt. James T. Kirk) and Jaime Kirk (secret assassin Thelev, and yes, you can guess why Jaime's parents named him what they named him) started fighting, an unleashed dog raced the stage barking. Hackles up, concerned: the dog's body language was Oh no! They're fighting! Stop it! The audience cracked up. The owner ran onstage, dragged the dog off and out of the way, then sat her down and kept her in place the rest of the show. Rosko and Kirk continued their fight, Kirk went to the stage as planned, Rosko played wounded as he should, and when he called for security to help him he added "and I found the ensign's dog." Which cracked up the audience again. Then post-show I found that Jesse Graff, who plays Spock, had already wondered what would happen if a dog went onstage, and because he loves the latest Star Trek movie so much, he'd decided he'd use that moment to say "Tell Admiral Archer we've found his dog!" But Graff wasn't on stage when that happened. But! He was ready if he were!
That said, LIVE THEATER SHOULDN'T INVOLVE A DOG (unless Billy Shakes wanted one) SO KEEP YOUR DOGS LEASHED, PEOPLE. SHEESH.
I'm enjoying (after Mike Russell's reccomendation) season 1 of the U.S. Marshall drama Justified. I'm also becoming ever more unlikely ever to try a life of crime! Also I should try again to read Elmore Leonard. (First time I tried reading him was in the early 90s, when I bought a paperback of Get Shorty at an airport. For some reason I slammed into a story wall on Page F'ing 1. Couldn't get into it at all. The quickest I've given up on a book; I don't like to do that.)
Upright, taking nourishment, reading, managing to laugh -- because if we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane. Well, insane-er.
Do something positive when you can, OK? Give a nice shoulder rub to someone who can use it, help somebody with an errand, kiss or do more with someone who likes when you do that, hug... nice and happy stuff is possible!