thrown for a loop

[fflo]

fuhhh! i guess i would have guessed i'd feel some weird shit, but, fuuhh!, it still seems bizarre, uncalled-for, and weirdly physiological.

of course there is a strange air pressure out there, as the cold front nears, and isolated thunderstorms get ready to (like this thing) break out, appear, or whatever else you think of little upcropping roilers doing. but that ain't the main prompter of this weighty warmth of flesh, awareness of the face, swirly inner ear, etc.

can't shake the notion i'm an utter moron for all of this.

so now there's the question of what to do now, this evening. fake going on about my business, or whatever alternate business i'd be doing, since it's spooky storm dark out? how about go exhaust myself physically? drink, drug, unconsciousness, lite movie? charge nonnecessities? i can imagine no option that isn't an evasion.

fuuuh.

the obvious answer is to stand in the metaphorical storm and get soaked with it until it's boring. wonder if standing in a literal storm is a good way to do that.

Comments

[peteralway.livejournal.com]

Yep. That's weather out there. Magnolia petals are smowing out the window. Can't say about the weather in your head.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

hey, peter. yeah, danged tempests in a gray-matter skull!

i bet storms look kinda neat at your place, when the vegetation is out.

meteoropathy...

[shmizla.livejournal.com]

is what my mother calls it. i notice that i don't enjoy weather changes much myself, especially just before it rains...

but the air is gorgeous now...

[atleastdefiant.livejournal.com]

Oh man, throw on a bathing suit and dance in the rain! Er, I guess you could do that metaphorically, too. But it's the best for flashy spring storms.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

How is it I would have known you were a go-on-out-in-it rainstorm person... Of course!

I did end up standing in the rain yesterday a good while, lopping up some branch bits to fill the top half of a trashcan of compostables. My neighbor K & her two kids came around---they were on a puddle stomping mission. Rain good. Curls my hair, as the crusts of bread were purported, in family legend, to do.

Friday I just drove around all night. Best part was a turnoff in Saline, following a little sign that said "Bridgewater -->", which is a two-horse town with kinda scary rednecky folk hanging around its tavern (and I'm not afraid of farmers, per se). Eventually that road took me to Manchester, but the cool part along the way was the just-before-dark sounds of bugs and birds, especially when near some little body of water in a dell. It actually felt like I was in the country.

This new icon of yours is vaguely disturbing. Should I be worried about you?

[onstar.livejournal.com]

That is a lovely route from Saline to Manchester. I had the good fortune of being able to drive it somewhat regularly once upon a time in my delivery career. Did you end up going back the same way? If you didn't discover it, you can turn right onto M-52 North and follow it through town and back up to Chelsea, where you can take Old-US 12(there's a light and a grocery store at the intersection) following alongside the freeway, over the freeway at exit 162, and taking a left onto Jackson Road. The other option is to take a left where the road ends and go left (south) on M-52 and take that to where it crosses Michigan Ave in Clinton, taking a left on Michigan Ave to get back to Saline. Of course, it's always fun to have no idea where you're going as well:)

[fflo.livejournal.com]

I never go back the same way, if I can help it, when wandering.  d:]   < (I invented a rule during meanderings with [the now-lost] pijeanf in college that we couldn't turn around and go back on the same road unless the road ended. It went far toward curing her phobia about getting lost---we were deliberately getting lost, and everything was okay anyway.)

I looked on the map after writing the above comment to see what road it'd been, and was surprised to learn that I had been going almost due west. Thought it'd been northwest, or maybe even north-northwest. Yep, I peeled off at the M-52, cuz I knew where I was then, and it seemed like time to go home. Didn't go look at the house H & I considered in Manchester. (Boy I'm glad I didn't end up out there on my own.)

It feels kinda hard around here to get someplace "other" without driving for hours and hours. Maybe I've lived here too long already? It's not like I know the environs up & down & backwards, though. Huh.

[onstar.livejournal.com]

I am all about finding a different way home than the way out on meanderings whenever possible as well. For as long as I've lived here, there's still plenty of areas I haven't visited. Tecumseh and Hell are two places I can think of off the top of my head.

[sprig5.livejournal.com]

I love how you cured pijeanf's fear of getting lost. I myself have a taxi driver type pride, where I like to investigate the littler roads in between the major routes that you learn first when you come to a new neighborhood or workplace, or whatever. Then, depending on the traffic prognosis that day (and I'm talking about the DC area, with horrible traffic), you can avoid certain intersections or stretches if you think it wise. Your talk of smalltowns reminds me of when I lived in Indiana, before all this DC traffic bullshit.

But the best quote above has to be "I'm not afraid of farmers, per se."