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Meh:
I got another hair cut, it is good, no tears, no neurotic reactions
Twoapenny:
--- Quote from: Hopalong on September 30, 2013, 03:47:17 PM ---I'm sure I"d like an e-reader EXCEPT that I've had a smartphone (boss paid for) for months now and I HATE the thing.
So I'll prolly stick with paper books for now.
Also, with blue light spectrum light being overstimulating at night (my main reading time) I don't want to use
a Kindle thing in bed.
I'm a Luddite, stalagmite, something like that!
:lol:
I love paper books, I can completely understand the appeal of something like a Kindle but for me the book itself is the thing I want to have in my hand! We go to the library two or three times a week, I just devour them. Always have, ever since I was a little girl. I've always found something very comforting about being able to escape and I don't know, the paper version seems to symbolise that to me so much more than an electronic one does (not being critical of electronic, it's great that these things come on the market as we're all different and need different things). Someone who uses our library corrects any errors she or he finds in print and makes little notes on the sleeve as they go through, I think it's so sweet!
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Hopalong:
Me too, Tupp.
I love the human chain feeling of library books.
Somebody else enjoyed this same escape or story
or moving event that I am enjoying...
My mother was a librarian so they've always been
comfort/holy places to me...
That was something wonderful I inherited from her.
xo
Hops
sKePTiKal:
--- Quote from: Green Bean on October 01, 2013, 11:25:03 PM ---I got another hair cut, it is good, no tears, no neurotic reactions
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I go see my ex-hippie, minister, therapist "hair master sensei" today.
The "hair" is short and still light copper-y something (he gets to do whatever he thinks looks good for me; I'm still not the best judge of that)...
but lately, I've been thinking how it's kinda "dishonest" - like I'm trying to be something I'm not. Been thinking about letting it grow long and all white again... Or maybe I just don't FEEL like I fit the "still young & crazy after all these years" image lately.
Do we have to express the "inside" us... with our outsides.................. or can the "outside" influence who we feel like, inside???
Bean: the tears... and all... that happens to me at the dentist. I know it's all tied to the past... and I've told the dentist too. I still avoid them.
Why can't we just close the door on the past... and only deal with the present? what's right here... right now... and not feel as though we're a squash that's been grown into a funny face mold (all the yuck permanently written on us) and now it's not possible to see, feel, do, BE anything else except what we were forced into being???
It's too early in the morning; I'm not making any sense again.
Hopalong:
My small step is going to be to get my lazy ass out of bed, and go get a haircut and visit the consignment shop for a nice new top. I have a geezer date this evening.
Yesterday I slipped back several steps...it was binge eating of carbs and sugary stuff. Awful sensation, quite out of control. (At work, after being very short on sleep...and a smorgasbord of junk food I kept going back to.)
That voice: A moment on the lips, lifetime on the hips..heard it, didn't care. It was that underwater comfort-seeking behavior. I was too tired to resist my craving doppelganger. Regrets today. But que sera.
I think part of it was that yesterday was my daughter's birthday. I wasn't distraught, but clearly a part of me needed comfort, and found the wrong kind.
So. OUTTA bed!
It is a beautiful day and once I get out in it, I know I'll feel better.
love
Hops
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