pictures, ears, pot roasts, and geese

I had my passover brunch today. After everyone finished eating some of us walked to City Park and took pictures of geese. In doing so I finally figured out how to use my camera. I can now take pictures close up, woo. Pics are here. None actually of me up there yet, but maybe in a couple of days.

It was a lovely day, really too nice to be inside. Maybe better for a picnic, maybe next year if it's this nice I'll have a passover picnic. I always like to do something this time of year for passover, if nothing else because it gives me an excuse to cook for people. by myself I'll live off of boca burgers, english muffins, frozen pizza, and fruit that you don't have to cut up and/or peel. But today I made chicken/ matzo ball soup and a buffalo pot roast. And dandelion green salad. mm mm. Of course all of this stuff isn't the easiest to bring out to a picnic, but hey next year will definitely require some re-thinking on my part to make that possible.

Other than that, my life has been incredibly blah lately, a combination of waking up, going to work, going home, going to bed, waking up etc. Maybe it's this viral ear infection I seem to have picked up (and that stubbornly seems to stick around). Maybe it's because it's spring and I feel like I should be accomplishing something, with it being so lovely and sunny and warm and everything . But there's always something impeding whatever fresh and new I try to do. I think about going for a bike ride, but my tire is flat. I re-arrange the bedroom to just the way I like, and then I break my mirror. I go across the street for a mojito cupcake, and I find that the icing is unpleasantly sticky and warm. The bookstore is out of my favorite xtra-large ruled moleskine notebooks. I walk into the record store and realize, distressfully, that I gave away my turntable months ago, and would have no place to store a CD if I ever bothered to buy one. Then I think that wow, I am nearly a textbook case for there having to be a "National Record Store Day" in the first place, how depressing. I wear what looked to be comfortable shiny gold shoes to my friend's art opening, and develop nasty blisters on both of my pinky toes -- and I walked maybe a total of 3 blocks.

I need to get out of this boring slump. Maybe I'll consider dressing like Blythe. Not like I can find those clothes in a 14/16 X-X-tall, or can even sew them (oy). But I can at least consider it, okay?