So, Life happens.
For better or worse, it happens to all of us whether we want it to or not.
Along the way it's easy for things to get pushed off to 'tomorrow' but somehow 'tomorrow' becomes six or more months later.
Over the weekend my roommate and I threw a party and as is usually the case with parties, I tend to pack stuff up with the intention of unpacking it later. Whooops... well, as I was unspooling afterwards, I discovered a bunch of papers that I had put away after the last party in December only to discover things like the Con Ed and Time Warner bills that I wondered about (so THAT'S how they got so high so 'quickly', I didn't pay for a couple months.. whoops!) as well as a small check for a job I had done some weeks ago (it wasn't enough to miss but it'll be enough to go out to dinner on.. at least by myself) as well as a bunch of magazines.
Now I know that everyone has The Stack of magazines in their home/apartment that they always intend on 'getting to'.. but I actually for the most part, tend to get to my Entertainment Weeklys and New Yorkers (and uh Soap Opera Digests) pretty quickly. I'm a little less likely to read my Dramatist Guild magazine (which might be tied into my lack of motivation to write lately) and yikes, there's like a half years Smithsonians and Harpers sitting there eyeing me, waiting for me to lovingly take them in hand and open their immortal pages and read their sage wisdom.
So I dug. I dug into New Yorkers around the Inauguration, just around the time that I spent every waking moment watching Battlestar Galactica (well, no wonder I didn't notice that I'd gotten behind on my magazines) and some Entertainment Weeklies especially one with cover model Robert Pattinson from Twilight who, swear to God, looks like he's stone off his gourd (not that I'd know anything about THAT, mind you).
I get into these grooves every so often.. playing catch up with old papers and magazines and papers and wonder what it would be like to be caught up all the time. Does anyone actually live like that? I fantacize about what it would be like not to have a stack of "things to do" on my desk and one day I'll achieve that goal.
In the meantime, I found the note I wrote to myself about a dental appointment six weeks ago (I went without the reminder and had a great checkup) as well as the phone number from a childhood friend who lives in New Jersey whom I didn't call when she was in town in the autumn (it was hard for me to think of anything else at the time other than a couple of family crisises.. one with the New York family and one with the Mosinee one). But I digress. It's time to call her back (if she'll still speak to me!).
The last time I did this I ended up with a pretty big trash bag full of stuff, and my apartment isn't even overrun with piles of papers, I'm not entirely sure where it all came from but I was glad for all of it to leave.
The worrisome part is of course the thought, is there another pile in the closet from the November party we threw that I still haven't found (where ARE those w-2s anyway??)
While I panic about that, here's a couple thoughts pulled from a couple different magazines that I had circled at some point indicating my desire to share them on this blog.. enjoy!
"OLTL is layered and smart and it makes sense. You don't feel like asucker for spending years of your life in Llanview and then having themilestones you've invested in not matter" - Carolyn Hinsey, Soap OperaDigest
"Well, you know, ever since I stopped sending him my holiday card he'sbeen ticked off. I don't know what to think about it. Do you know whatI'm thinking about? I'm going to finally get to see my kids after amonth. So that's all I give a fuck about" - Rahm Emanuel on Castro. NewYorker, March 2nd, 2009
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