rocking chairs in cafes

i now understand why some of you folks' blogs are so few and far between. when one doesn't create their own schedules or sit in cafes working all day, one has much less time to bloggy-blog. hence my recent performance in the blogging sector.

but here i go:

i should preface this with saying that i have earned about 10 hours of sleep in the previous 4 days. partially due to insomnia, partially due to drama, with the final parcel due to laughing far too much / hanging out just as much.

but i continue, with a few tiny tales:

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i had a bit of an over-the-top night last night, but my taxi ride to work more than alleviated any and all stress. i pop into the front of the taxi van, sitting next to the old-russian-man-driver. he passes me a nat sherman, swearing by them. we chat, cooly, calmly, slowly about how he relieves stress by swimming in the super cold pacific ocean after his shift each day. we sit in traffic. he nods to the irish construction vehicles to his right, a top-of-the-mornin-to-ya kind of nod. the irish bloke rolls his window down, says good mornin', and tells us about the snow patrol show he went to - and how it alleviated all stresses he had that weekend. two more cars roll their window down, each turning the radio to the spot that's playing snow patrol. the cars roll on, albeit slowly. start and stop, but not too harsh. noone's in too big a hurry. the russian taxi driver continues to connect - without trying - with each of the cars that we chance to stop next to. he chats in russian to one - motions to another taxi cab driver, relaying some joke that us non-taxi-cab-drivers just can't understand.

so we float in traffic, chatting with fellow commuters and taxicabers, all the way to my work. i thank him for the sherman, and he wishes me good morning. a fantastic start of a day.

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to those in the know, thanks for the comments and phone calls in regards to recent boy nexus and sheer craziness. thanks, guys. i feel sorta messy about all this, and really appreciate hearing from you ladies. i love you a lot.

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ty and rudy and diane give the greatest advice in all the land.

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i love diane arnaout.

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one of the architects at work (who was awwwwesome) was fired last friday. our bosses told us on monday. it was a huuuuuge wake-up call. i complain about my work, but i can't imagine losing my job outta nowhere. and it also exemplifies how fickle the field of architecture is, and that the economy is on the road to struggle for a bit.

i'm really worried about nattiya (the architect). it came as a huge blow to all of us. everyone was super, super quiet today.

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the week continues. 9-5 is still screwing with me. but i've been trying to vary my mode of transit to/fro work - rather than taking the bus everyday. i'm starting yoga this week, and have been getting up a bit earlier to hang out a bit before work. i'm thinking that mornings with the new york times may come into effect pretty soon here as well. then birding. perhaps charcoal. the gardening. but one step at a time. but man it's hard to readjust. so much easier to move somewhere and start aaaall over again. and believe you me, it's been in my head. but i'm stickin' through. it's the ultimate challenge, at least for a transient that i recognize i am more and more each day.

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man, this blog must be a wierd one. but here it is. and there i go.

i love you a lot. a whole, whole lot. and i miss you tremendously as well.

-jen