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Washing Machines and Other Mundane Things [Oct. 7th, 2007|10:19 pm]
Catherine Fischer
[Current Location |Arcadia]
[music |Mrs. Bartolozzi, Kate Bush]

It was a quiet day at work today. I was recovering from a 5-day case of bronchitis (5 days bedridden), and so was grateful for the lack of crises. About half of my Sundays are like this. The other half are filled with emergency hit-by-cars or bit-by-big-dogs or "emergency" vomiting-for-4-days. Usually 4 show up during the last slot of the evening, when I don't have the time or staff to do anything about it.

I had a moment of disorientation driving to work: a footrace was happening across my beloved St. John's Bridge, with checkpoint volunteers shouting encouragement to the runners tramping past. Sunday. Sunday. I always work on Sundays; others pursue other aspects of their lives. It made me feel like a stranger, peering in through the window on an alien reality -- one that I used to be part of.

Driving home through the drizzling darkness over the mountain on Germantown Road, I could feel the bronchitis squeezing my airways again, with that sick, syrupy feeling like breathing molasses... found myself in a pensive mood, analyzing just how much I'm in a year of DOING, rather than a year of THINKING. Why do these things never happen simultaneously? I'm either experiencing life as hard as I can, or I'm withdrawn, mulling it all over and digesting it through the process of writing, making sense of it all. Listening to Kate Bush's "Mrs. Bartolozzi", I marveled at how she can take a topic so mundane as doing laundry, and create a frame in which sensuality/sexuality and the everyday love in an old marriage are examined through the eyes of someone stepping just outside her pedestrian chores, and looking back from a slightly different viewpoint. Mindless tasks are never truly mindless; the memories and analytical processes wander, freed from the leash of focus. I spend so many of my days concentrating for all I'm worth, and spend the remainder disappearing -- escaping into books, into chores, chasing my tail in circles like the Ourobouros, not looking outward and exploring the world around me. Perhaps I'm on input overload, with the sheer cliff of learning curve sloping ahead of me like Sisyphus' punishment. Perhaps my orbit is just getting tighter, spinning faster and faster and denser and denser until not even light can escape. And I wonder when (or if) I'll start unfolding again, stretching my toes toward new roads, since the way past feels so terribly closed?

The fortune cookie I got with my hastily grabbed won ton soup, on my way home in the rain, said "A fond memory will soon lead to a renewed friendship." I'd love to renew my friendship with my husband, whom I never see anymore, because of his work schedule. I'd love to renew my friendship with my father, whom I haven't heard from since his psychotic break in Minneapolis. I'd love to renew my friendships with so very many people -- distance hangs like a knife over my days, severing the threads of kith and kin, my ties to others, my anchors to this life, this time, this place. Those of you who still bother looking to see if I've written -- I'm here! I think of you often, from the well of my seclusion, and hope there is room in the future to travel a new road with you all...
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[User Picture]From: lograh
2007-10-08 11:03 pm (UTC)
Is your userinfo stating you are in Oregon accurate? I plan to be heading that way again shortly. I would love to visit you for a short bit if you are open to the idea (and if you have time).
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[User Picture]From: lograh
2007-10-08 11:07 pm (UTC)
nevermind the "if" -- I finally found the landmarks. I'd love to visit you, if you think you might be able to spare some time and are open to the idea.
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[User Picture]From: copper9lives
2008-06-11 05:11 am (UTC)

Back from the dead

Hey, Ryan!

Sorry about dropping off the face of the planet... latest entry explains a bit. Should you get itchy feet again and need to head for greener places, come and be welcome! The guest suite at Arcadia (our house) is great, and Portland is a fabulous town (even if the sun hasn't come out in 9 months...grr). Would love to show off some of our favorite haunts!

Be well,
Catherine
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[User Picture]From: lograh
2008-06-11 03:00 pm (UTC)

Re: Back from the dead

As luck would have it, I'm planning on heading up that way the 19th of July, to spend a few days with a friend in Seattle. If the timing works out for you I'd enjoy stopping on the way and spending a day visiting with you. I could pull in Saturday evening and we could spend Sunday visiting, with me rolling out Sunday evening or Monday morning? Let me know if this would work for you. I'll email ya.
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[User Picture]From: copper9lives
2008-06-11 04:08 pm (UTC)

Re: Back from the dead

Hey! We'll be at the Northwest String Summit, a weekend-long bluegrass festival in North Plains (about 40 minutes west of our house in Portland) all day that day, and the next (go figure, we finally plan something and it conflicts)! Do you like Bluegrass music? We'd be happy to pick you up a ticket... alternatively, perhaps you could visit on the way down? Would love to see you!
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[User Picture]From: mortaine
2007-10-09 01:52 am (UTC)
That footrace is the Portland Marathon-- the very same marathon I completed in 2004, with what I thought was one, if not two broken feet (turned out to be sprains and tendinitis).

BTW: Congrats on the move to Portland-- beautiful town. I have many friends up there, and it's possible, if not likely, that Johnnyb and I will be coming through that way next year.
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[User Picture]From: copper9lives
2008-06-11 05:08 am (UTC)

Portland, City of Dreams

Hey, Steph --

Am working on getting back in touch with the world -- forgive the long lapse! Yeah, I truly adore Portland -- come up and explore it with us, without broken feet! You and Johnnyb would always be welcome (and we have a killer guest suite). Summer isn't turning out to be as glorious as it usually is -- La Nina and all -- but it's still green as anything, and Portland is Still Weird. Yay.
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From: hollywood1965
2007-12-13 06:03 pm (UTC)

Miss You!

Dear, Dear Catherine,

I just tracked down your journal again and was meant to read the last paragraph from this passage in October. Remember me from UCSC? Community Rentals where you once posted a room? Winter/Spring 2002 with game nights and yard sales before you moved to Ross! How it always seems that my new friends move away just as I was getting to know them. Please know that I have never forgotten you and that I think of you often. Please tell me what's going on now, especially with your family as you have mentioned in the last paragraph, too. I am still at the same email: misshollywood1965@hotmail.com.

Happy Hollydays from Robin (Love & Hugs, too!)

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[User Picture]From: copper9lives
2008-06-11 05:05 am (UTC)

Re: Miss You!

Hallo, Robin!

Forgive me for being so totally out of touch -- recent entry should explain a bit. No, I haven't forgotten you! I have long loved your generosity of spirit, and your enthusiastic love of life. I need more people like you in my life!

I hope your year is running smoothly, and happily. I'll be working on keeping in better touch!

Hugs,
Catherine
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