November 28th, 2010

Me 2 (B&W)

Warmth

My promised-to-myself bath has happened.

("Don't forget to have your bath!" Mom said this morning on her way out to church.)

It was needed and good. Warmth, quiet -- insulated enough from Dad's political shows (I've become a wuss about listening to political shows; I mean, c'mon, I managed in the early 90s to listen to G. Gordon Liddy's radio show, and as I've said before I disagree with Liddy on an almost molecular level) -- and feeling encouraged to have warm thoughts. Makes me want to have a nice bathroom set-up when I next live in a house, so I feel I can really luxuriate in the bath and read in it and stuff like that. But -- I rested, and relaxed, and that was enough.

I can really relax in a bath. This included nearly giving my poor mom a heart attack when I was a child, when we got home from a cross-country trip and I took a late bath, and got so relaxed and was so small that I floated in the bath water. And fell asleep. And managed not to swallow water, but (oh no) that wasn't what it looked like to poor Mom when she walked in to see how I was doing. I was fine! Really! But that woke me up bolt-awake really quickly.

Sorry, Mom.

So. This morning, a bath. A treat, successfully had. A bath that didn't scare anybody. And then washing myself off more thoroughly via soap and shower water. I feel really clean right now. And really relaxed.
Admiral Ackbar

This is still SRS BSNS (therealljidol)

Thought process that led to my taking a bye on Week 4 of therealljidol:

The topic, "The Elephant in the Room," first seemed a good fit for a little bit of fiction. I started writing something...
Ya can't breathe. Can't breathe, I tell ya.

No, tha's wrong: ya can breathe, but you don' wanna. Crap's in the air, feels like. Crap's on the ground, but tha's obvious. Ya just have ta step careful, no big. Step where it's white and not brown, and yer usuall-uh fine. Usually fine. Tryin' to say that right. Pronounce it properly, I guess. Prob'ly sounds better.

Why'm I worried 'bout how I sound? ...okay, don' ask me. I don' know, either.

Anyway, it's not just where yer steppin', it's where he's steppin'. Plus the other one, the other he. And the shes a few pens down
...which seemed potentially to make sense, as Portland is a city with a major elephant care program at its zoo, but looking at that, it seemed too literal, and it was obvious I have no idea how elephant care programs are run. I didn't go farther with it, but I did like how I was making the dialect sound. (No particular reason for the dialect beyond me wanting to write something different.) And how long would it be? I figure that when I write fiction for LJ Idol, I'll try to keep it short, like in Week 2, and that seemed like the start of something long.

Also, I had less time both this week and then this weekend to write, so I wasn't sure if I'd have time to puzzle out and write what felt like a genuine, non-half-assed LJ Idol entry. And any thoughts of non-fiction talk of elephants in the room -- mine? Those of friends or family? -- seemed like something that I couldn't do justice in the time I had. I even worried about possibly sounding judgmental when there are plenty of things I tend not to talk about. So, I held off this week and will see what Week 5 has to offer.

I put a lot of thought into writing, even when not writing. I'll put more thought into writing while, of course, writing, this week.
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