Ahhhh. It’s October, my favorite month of the year. October’s neither too sentimental like September, nor as brutal as November. October keeps you alive with its chilly breath, but rarely presents any nasty days.
You’ll have to excuse my verbiage tonight. I
Even Grandma, when snow was whirling fast, dizzying the world, blinding windows, stealing breath from gasping mouths, even Grandma, one day in February, would vanish to the cellar.
Above, in the vast house, there would be coughings, sneezings, wheezings, and groans, childish fevers, throats raw as butcher’s meat, noses like bottled cherries, the stealthy microbe everywhere.
Then, rising from the cellar like a June goddess, Grandma would come, something hidden but obvious under her knitted shawl. This, carried to every miserable room
upstairs-and-down would be dispersed with aroma and clarity into neat glasses, to be swigged neatly. The medicines of another time, the balm of sun and idle August afternoons, the faintly heard sounds of ice wagons passing on brick avenues, the rush of silver skyrockets and the fountaining of lawn mowers moving through ant countries, all these, all these in a glass.
I’m doing well. I awoke this morning determined to do more today than anyone else at Intersect. I have my faults, but when I start really working on something, I’m fast, fast as overclocked lightning.
So, I put my neck to my work (as they said in ancient times). And I was fast. I did a heck of a lot of work.
And here’s what’s interesting. I feel good. I’ve been upbeat all day. We’ve all heard that hard work is good for the soul, but I’ve never really believed it until now. There’s this positive spin at the center of my soul right now. Weird.
This is also a momentous day in that I went to a local movie store and bought a copy of Kiki’s Delivery Service, which I believe is the last Miyazaki film available in America that I haven’t seen. Saalon has been recommending to me that I watch it, so now I’ll finally get the chance.
While I was at the store, I picked up the second DVD of Hand Maid May. I ended up watching all of it tonight as I ate a TV dinner of undercooked beef and overcooked potatoes. I really enjoyed the disc; the series turns towards drama and character development in this middle disc, which provides a welcome maturity to the show. Plus, it continues to subtly reference other anime series; I saw one scene that evokes Utena, and I swear that Kazia’s being pursued by a P.P.O.R. from Key: The Metal Idol.
So, s’all good. I’m off to bed now. Trying to apply myself to a rather rigorous schedule, and I’m getting up early tomorrow morning for the Men’s Academy.