It's official - Daze End has moved. Same stuff, same blogger, different address.
www.becksbloglog.tumblr.com
Cheers!
January 22, 2011
January 19, 2011
Someone Call 911 When My Ears Start To Bleed
This headache has got to move its way on outta here. ASAP. Thank you.
January 16, 2011
Vitamin D
Today, the roomie* convinced me to get out of the house and go for a hike. The term 'hike' may have been oversold a bit - really, it was a walk/trudge through snow drifts up at the state park that we're fortunate enough to have 20 minutes away and still operational, no thanks to the former (thank goodness) hapless governor of New York State. It was a balmy 25 degrees today, but the sun was shining, which is all that matters this time of year.
I always struggle as January rolls into February and March. The holidays are over, the days are short, it's cold and gray outside, and summer seems too far away. My daily dose of necessary sunshine is few and far between, and i find it hard to escape the winter blues. But days like today make it worthwhile. This particular park is pretty much a zoo on any given weekend from Memorial Day to Labor Day. But in the dead of winter, it's quiet. The tracks of the brave locals (deer, rabbits, raccoon, whatever) crisscross through the landscape, and you can spend hours there, only to see maybe a few other intrepid humans. It seems as though we all move with more respect for the wilderness at this time of year, while it sleeps. As if it's more fragile, breakable, when really, what we're witnessing is the true resilience and hardiness of nature. (Trust me - today I saw some of the absolute fattest birds I've ever seen in my entire life. What are they eating up there????)
When I'm at this place, I always look out past the cliff's edge to the city that I call home, and I'm filled with a rush of affection, which always surprises me. If you told me fifteen years ago that I would be content to grow roots here, I would have laughed in your face. But now, today, I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be.
*"roomie" is my quasi-affectionate term for my fiance, a word I'm not 100% comfortable with yet. Just wait until I have to start calling him my 'husband'. Yikes.
I always struggle as January rolls into February and March. The holidays are over, the days are short, it's cold and gray outside, and summer seems too far away. My daily dose of necessary sunshine is few and far between, and i find it hard to escape the winter blues. But days like today make it worthwhile. This particular park is pretty much a zoo on any given weekend from Memorial Day to Labor Day. But in the dead of winter, it's quiet. The tracks of the brave locals (deer, rabbits, raccoon, whatever) crisscross through the landscape, and you can spend hours there, only to see maybe a few other intrepid humans. It seems as though we all move with more respect for the wilderness at this time of year, while it sleeps. As if it's more fragile, breakable, when really, what we're witnessing is the true resilience and hardiness of nature. (Trust me - today I saw some of the absolute fattest birds I've ever seen in my entire life. What are they eating up there????)
When I'm at this place, I always look out past the cliff's edge to the city that I call home, and I'm filled with a rush of affection, which always surprises me. If you told me fifteen years ago that I would be content to grow roots here, I would have laughed in your face. But now, today, I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be.
*"roomie" is my quasi-affectionate term for my fiance, a word I'm not 100% comfortable with yet. Just wait until I have to start calling him my 'husband'. Yikes.
January 12, 2011
Remember Me?
It is I, the once prolific blogger. Though many of you (and myself as well) may have thought that I had abandoned my blog, I have returned after a 2 and a half year hiatus.
Why, you ask? Well I've been inspired, per usual, by my best friend, heterosexual life partner and 'sister from another mister', Casey. She's decided to blog her way through 2011, and I've decided to join her. Follow Casey's Year of Authenticity at her newly minted blog: (a)musings. I'll probably be referring to her often.
A lot has happened since my departure, but I'll attempt the abridged version. I changed jobs. Learned how to event plan and burn the midnight oil. Moved in with my boyfriend. Relocated (about 2 miles from the apartment). Taught myself how to garden. Got engaged to aforementioned boyfriend. Remodeled a bathroom. Changed jobs again. Began to plan a wedding. Turned 30.
Because of all of these things, my life is very different than it was in August of 2008. I'm going to parallel Casey here and try to post at least once a week about whatever inspires, irritates, or amuses me. It will, inevitably, be a lot about wedding stuff, and getting in shape for the wedding (the "getting in shape" I've been talking about for years). And gardening stuff. and 'what it all means' stuff. I may even pull on my good ol' running sneakers and finish a race or two. I hope you'll join me.
Why, you ask? Well I've been inspired, per usual, by my best friend, heterosexual life partner and 'sister from another mister', Casey. She's decided to blog her way through 2011, and I've decided to join her. Follow Casey's Year of Authenticity at her newly minted blog: (a)musings. I'll probably be referring to her often.
A lot has happened since my departure, but I'll attempt the abridged version. I changed jobs. Learned how to event plan and burn the midnight oil. Moved in with my boyfriend. Relocated (about 2 miles from the apartment). Taught myself how to garden. Got engaged to aforementioned boyfriend. Remodeled a bathroom. Changed jobs again. Began to plan a wedding. Turned 30.
Because of all of these things, my life is very different than it was in August of 2008. I'm going to parallel Casey here and try to post at least once a week about whatever inspires, irritates, or amuses me. It will, inevitably, be a lot about wedding stuff, and getting in shape for the wedding (the "getting in shape" I've been talking about for years). And gardening stuff. and 'what it all means' stuff. I may even pull on my good ol' running sneakers and finish a race or two. I hope you'll join me.
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