It's here! It's lovely! I'm only taking a small break to blog because my hand was hurting. I suppose it was good that it didn't show up until Friday because i would have had a hard time working this week with it here. Oh, what is it? The Wind's Song flute of course! The sound is gorgeous now that i've had some time to figure it out (it plays a bit differently than the other one i had).

But wait! There's more! A big thank you is in order for a fairy angel named Mom who is showing that she loves me once again by sending me to class. This time for Reiki! Yeah Mom!!

So, with that said i have cleaning today before celebrating the Chinese New Year tonight. (i know, i know it doesn't start until Tuesday, but this is when the celebration is...so Happy New Year of the Black Horse!)~w

Hmm, i seem to be running a bit late. I'll try and say something interesting later from work today. All my dreams seemed to be telling me to avoid chicken. There was bad chicken soup and chicken served to a vegetarian who was very unhappy with it. Perhaps it's a warning to throw out the last of the chicken left in the fridge that i bought last Saturday.~w

Boy, i musta been really out of it this morning. I didn't even manage to get my blog blogged and didn't realize it until just now. The day has sailed past with more trivial pursuits that seem fit and the flute still isn't here even though it shoulda been according to the guy who mailed it. So, it's somewhere in limbo with no tracking number since it was mailed USPS priority. Harumph.

On another note, i had a crazy desperate craving for a hamburger tonight. I had planned on some chicken and rice and squash at home. It was all heathy and cheap and such, but i got here and needed, no i mean i needed a hamburger. I guess i haven't had any red meat in a rather long time and it finally caught up with me. So my plans for a quiet evening of video with the cat turned into going out to my usual Thursday evening writing haunt to eat a burger and try dribbling on the page. I never know anyone but the bartenders on a Thursday typically, which makes it a good night for writing and i felt safe in keeping secret my hamburger mania. Wouldn't you know it, the first faces i see are familiar, but i'm now on a mission so i breeze past them (hoping they don't notice me breezing past them to get my order in quick). Having successfully ordered the hamburger and sure that it was on the way, i casually waltz back over to say hello. We make some small talk, but i'm having a hard time, cuz all the while i'm thinking about this hamburger and what if it comes and i'm not there to get it and how long will it take and...i tune back in to some discussion about fishing in the fog and realize that's my cue to politely wave goodbye (with the excuse of going to write) so i can safely claim my spot and eat my hamburger. As it turned out, they finished talking and came to say goodbye themselves before the burger ever arrived so i never had to admit to my weakness. I avoided sharing the writing with an "oh no, not this!" allowing them the illusion that it might be juicy even though i'd avoided using the word hamburger and was pretty sure it was idle drivel. Okay, maybe i'm exaggerating a bit, but that burger was probably the best i've ever eaten that wasn't made by a family member with the super secret "Grandpa Jake stuff." The people at the bar were laughing to themselves at the goofy purple girl oohing over her hamburger, but still it allowed me to chat with some new people before i dashed out the door to try to recapture the quiet evening i had intended to have. Now however, i have used a good portion of it telling the story of how a hamburger took over my evening. Ah well.~w

It's supposed to snow today, but it hasn't yet. Part of me wants to stay home and eat chicken soup. The cat is curled up and purring on my lap as i type, but i can't stay here long. There's work to be done. Besides, i think today may be the day my flute finally arrives...~w

Are you a person that is more

metamorphic \Met`a*mor"phic\, a. [See Metamorphosis.] 1. Subject to change; changeable; variable.

2. Causing a change of structure.

3. (Geol.) Pertaining to, produced by, or exhibiting, certain changes which minerals or rocks may have undergone since their original deposition; -- especially applied to the recrystallization which sedimentary rocks have undergone through the influence of heat and pressure, after which they are called metamorphic rocks.

Source: Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.

or are you more

igneous \Ig"ne*ous\, a. [L. igneus, fr. ignis fire; allied to Skr. agni, Lith. ugnis, OSlav. ogne.] 1. Pertaining to, having the nature of, fire; containing fire; resembling fire; as, an igneous appearance.

2. (Geol.) Resulting from, or produced by, the action of fire; as, lavas and basalt are igneous rocks.

Source: Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.

Lately i've felt igneous going through metamorphic change. I suppose that's why i was dreaming of blown glass taking on new and amazing forms and colors. Sometimes even though you're very busy it seems to others that you aren't doing anything at all.~w

Oops! Forgot to blog before leaving the house. Not sure where my head was at this morning. My cat kept talking to me long after feeding, but i couldn't figure out what she was going on about. Perhaps the wind. It's windy today. Big gusts blowing out the old and bring in a change in the weather. Kinda feels like winter has returned this week.

I managed to sit through the superbowl with a friend yesterday. Fortunately she's a big Patriots fan, so she was happy. I'm just glad the game wasn't quite as boring as it usually seems to be.~w

Research, investigation, questioning. I spent yesterday behind a camera learning how to capture a moment in a box. Suddenly individual trees stood out and leaves took on new shapes. My favorite was a small worn leave stuck in a wire fence that had taken on the shape of a heart and behind it the blue of the mountains rolled past. Of course, i discovered later that i probably didn't load the film properly and so i won't have those images to keep, but it was worth the time to go for a walk in the woods and look closely at the world around me. I felt like i had new eyes.~w