Life in a surreal world

Life is full of twists and turns, and I've been rather delinquent in updating this. Yes, I have put a lot of effort into things at work, but still.

In the meantime, we find ourselves in a twisted world where Obama is elected but not actually in office yet, and despite that slight handicap, still probably has more of an effect on the world than his predecessor. A pale shadow of what is to come most likely, but still. I could go on about the insanity of the incompetent corporate gamblers getting bailed out instead of the rest of the vast population, but I'm too tired of it all.

Fall is probably my favorite season, with the all too brief brilliance of the changing leaves, the crisp noise they make when stepped on while dry, the way they swirl in the wind. The cooler temperatures are a welcome relief from the summer heat, and allow one to drag out fall clothes again. I might even try to add a comfortable tweed coat to the mix, as I'm finally getting the urge to start dressing a bit more up, although I'm nowhere near the collecting of designer suits stage. One of the nice things about getting older is that I recognize more of what I want, as opposed to looking at what everyone else is wearing. I'm also finding myself more willing to experiment and try new things.

At the same time, I find myself missing my favorite fashions that I thought I would try some day, which have been swept away in the tidal waves following the youthful whims. I never cared much for the endless silly tweaks of fashion seasons, ever changing - don't get me wrong, some change is good - and the trends these days towards more and more unkempt attire, deliberately ill-fitting, and even worn out before it is sold in the first place. I don't advocate spending a couple of hours a day arranging every hair and button just so, but at the same time, when the standard is to look like you didn't even try, we're loosing something in the process.

There are times and places for such looks, but they have spread through so much of life it is hard to tell anymore. Instead of growing out of such phases, they seem to be trying to extend their reach. Anyway, enough of a minor rant, I'm going to be me, let them be them, and hope that their apparent lack of clothing care and sense doesn't indicate a lack of care and sense in other things. I suppose helping to elect Obama was a good sign, let's hope it keeps going in that direction.

Hmm, time flies...

Time flies when it is not watched. I just realized how long it's been since I put something here despite posts floating around in my head in the intervening months. Somehow they never made it here.

Time does not fly on the other hand, when insomnia strikes, or when it struck last night and you are awake enough to know that sleep is not going to come for a while yet, probably resulting in another night of the same.

Last week's heat was the cause then, not sure about now, sometimes I think it is just the lack of time outside of work when I never seem to have time to do everything I want to. Maybe if we had more hours in the day sleep would come easier. Maybe that's just wishful thinking and I would still try to sneak in an extra hour of reading or watching or talking or whatever.

Sometimes it just seems something is on my mind and even though I don't particularly want to think about it because there is nothing to be done in the wee hours of the morning, it still keeps the mind on alert. Other times the thought trains get going so fast that they will not slow down, despite knowing that the time to wake up is fast approaching.

Time flies in life too, somehow when I was younger I thought I'd be farther along by now, certainly thought I'd have been married already, but that hasn't come to pass either. Life takes twists and turns and unexpected loops, and plans get put on hold, yet somehow life moves on relentlessly anyway. The more years pile on the shorter each one seems. Perception of that presumably runs on percentages instead of absolutes.

Time to start trying to persuade the brain that sleep is a good thing.

Or maybe not. Maybe it's time to try to see if I can notice something new in a favorite movie, and let sleep sneak in the back door.