torn sheets in the rain

"you don't need to leave your room.
remain sitting at your table and listen.
don't even listen, simply wait.
don't even wait.
be quite still and solitary.
the world will freely offer itself to you.
to be unmasked, it has no choice.
it will roll in ecstacy at your feet."
- franz kafka

now that i have had a week to unwind from the rigors of 9 to 5, i've come to discover that i love not working. love it! i've been catching up on my sleep. reading lots of books. getting familiar with all of the nifty cookware we received for our wedding. baking my own bread. spending hours at the gym. cooking amazing meals with lots of colorful veggies. seeing friends and actually going out at night. unemployment is a wonderful thing!

saturday we went climbing in west virginia. it was a perfect sky-blue day and i was excited to climb outside when the rock would be dry, the wind was low, the skies were calm, and all was perfection. we parked and hiked in to the rocks. the second i dropped my pack and was getting ready to gear up, i felt an incredibly sharp pain in my left buttock - as though some rogue had injected me with a vial full of livid white-hot flame. after a stunned moment, i announced, "something just bit me in the ass!" and began to run away toward the far rocks, with ed close behind. i dropped trou in the middle of the forest and waved my lunar white buttocks in his face, shreiking "look at me! look at me!" hysterically while sweating profusely, swarms of black dots clouding my vision.

turns out we managed to disturb a nest of yellow jackets. a couple other folks were stung, too. moral: always climb inside.

now that i have some time for myself, i vow to be a more consistent blogger. stay tuned...