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the wind and warren z ~ November 4, 2003 - 12:04 a.m. and suddenly it's been a week... I swear I don't understand the way time moves. I've never really had a grip on it. it amazes me how many people seem to perceive it as this solid thing that can be measured in discrete chunks. it's like trying to slice water. which you can do. just if you freeze it first. so anyway. I'm listening to warren zevon's last on the headphones and thinking about time in the room of my parents' house that used to be my brother's bedroom. I always forget that, somehow. I even forget that the room I'm sleeping in used to be my bedroom when I was growing up. they've done a lot of work on the house. not really the preserving-the-shrine-to-childhood types, my folks. when I moved to california, mom announced that I'd better clear anything I wanted out my room before I went. anything left would be tossed out. they needed the room. my mother has not one, but two home offices. and really, the rooms are book storage areas. my folks sometimes buy the same book twice, forgetting they already own it. there are bookcases in every room, stacks of books in corners and on tables. this is one of the things I love about my parents' house. I've got good things going on. my job at edwardo's makes me laugh. it's easy and comfortable and there's not much money in it. but it's money, coming in regularly, and that's sucking me free of the stasis I've been in. and I just got a Y membership. the good folks at the Y let me be included in my parents' family membership, even though I'm 30 freakin' years old. she said she'd make an exception for me, since I'm living at home. I think it only happened because my dad is who he is. the Y wants to keep him happy so that they can say he goes to their gym. having a dad who is a local celebrity seems much odder now that I'm grown up than it did when I was a kid. and anyway, I'm willing to reap the priveliges of a Y membership. 'cause you know what? they've got a climbing wall. and climbing kelly is much more sane and happy than non-climbing kelly. and sane and happy is good. so I went climbing tonight. and I am so out of shape, and still dealing with a recurring injury from my motorcycle accident last year. I keep re-injuring this torn something in my arm. but it wasn't that so much as I was just feeling weak. but I still had fun, and it won't be long until I'm back in climbing shape. I think that's part of what this whole time is for, rest and regeneration and strengthening the body. it's time to gather strength. to get ready.
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