Sheryl Decterow

I am enjoying these forests on my legs. Typically I can’t stand hair growth on my legs but I guess I have never let it become a forest, which is fuzzy not prickly. I grew it out to try a homemade sugaring recipe, which I bombed and haven’t re-attempted yet.

Yesterday morning I took my new headphones and hacked Gigabeat on a crusade around downtown soliciting coffeeshops with the idea of handing out Lowry #318 advertisement-adorned cup sleeves, which we would provide freely to them. Basically franchises had those franchise-like rules that seem to be decided at random on a detatched moral system and their corporate offices said no. Indies were cool with, even excited by it. Too bad Dunn Bros and Starbucks are the shops immediately across the street! And the policy is too bad for them, it wouldn’t hurt them for a patron to move in across the street. Buuut that’s why Dan and I are indie coffeeshoppers. I stopped at Black Dog to drink beer because at 11:00am it was all I felt like eating, and because I am jovially accepting every alcohol-consumption opportunity having come of age twice now. I then manouvered over to the library to sign up for a free tai chi class that will be meeting weekly on Tuesday, which was fine but only skimmed the surface due to time and freeness, and if I’m diving into tai chi again it’s going to be the deep end :)
I sure do miss taoist tai chi :( If only I had stuck with it while I was living in Calgary, I might know enough by now to open a branch here… (that is the problem, it is international but there is no Minneapolis branch.)

I crocheted a lot at the Bean Factory beside Borealis Yarns, and was eventually joined by Daniel. I had some emotional ups and downs but once Daniel’s presence re-affirmed his existance all was, and always is, well again. The barista there was so sweet, the cusp of sweetness where you wonder whether a person wants to be your friend or if they are just very sweet.

I have new adorable bermuda-length shorts, which I haven’t been able to crawl out of. Bermudas are usually awful on me but various trendy design features cause these ones to be cute, even, maybe, and exactly what I need for summer. I needed some long shorts. They are oh-so cozy-pozy both in cut, design, material (mostly bamboo) and coverage (not like the home-cut ones I almost wore out that my butt was falling out of).

Work is a silent shout lately, there is so much inner conflict that I feel terrible saying anything at all because it is all negative. Things like, thanks for the pay raise but the new shifts mean worse tips and ultimately the same income. Being separated from Daniel is always depressing. But when he doesn’t ride his bike and it is still here it doesn’t feel like he is quite as gone :)

Bringing music to work should help. And, blogging helps :)