~ Existing in an Alien Time Vortex ~

Not too long ago, I spent approximately 45 minutes in an alien time vortex. As you might imagine, it was rather odd. Not that I remember it, as the aliens have deleted the experience from my memory. Nevertheless, they were not able to delete the fact that my body has lived through 45 minutes of unaccounted for time. Indeed, that is THE ONLY EXPLANATION for the sudden disorientation that I experienced at 10:05 when I looked at the clock and realized that only fifteen minutes had past since a certain event happened at 9:50 which triggered me to look at the clock.

In other news, my weekend was nice. I've been working on sewing a skirt as my first project. Not to worry, you shall be seeing an enormous post all about that experience when the time comes. I feel that I have great potential as a sewer. My very very first project is a great deal more advanced than the usual basic beginner projects, and given my utter lack of sewing history and guidance, I feel that I am a natural. I have been learning a lot, mainly through a meticulous thought process involving the consultation of sewing reference books and trial and error. The most helpful thing that I have learned is that the cutting of fabric is not undoable, but the sewing of fabric is. This is to say that I have been cutting very carefully, cautiously, and thoughtfully, and have gotten a lot of bang for the buck out of my seam ripper as a way of pressing CTRL Z on my sewing. The result of my efforts will not be absolutely perfect, but as the first project, it is more about the process of learning and practicing than the end product.

I have also been running for exercise, and that has had mixed results. I am feeling envigorated and amazingly fit, but am having difficulty with stomach cramping. Yesterday, I had a particularly painful run. I have decided to not attempt to run for a few days.

On Saturday, Josh and I went out to Eagle for coffee at Rembrants - - which is an old church converted into a gallery /slash/ coffee shop. It's awesomeness is reflected in all of the many pieces of art, the amazing seating, the good lighting, the converted church aspect, the tastey beverages...but at the same time I loathe the establishment for the fact of its all-encompassing "Eagle"ishness. For the benefit of my many readers who have not had the pleasure of experiencing Eagle, it is .... ugh ... everything that I hate about yuppie american suburbia. I thoroughly enjoyed my coffee experience, working on my insurmountable knitting project, but whenver I would glance up for some people watching, I would see all of the plastic surgery'd women in ridiculously expensive clothing and an equally ridiculous amount of makeup and their Ken-dolls for husbands, and it was a total alien mind fuck. There was, however, an adorable couple who sat on the couch across from us, playing Yahtzee!, embodying no Eagle qualities, and being very friendly and silly. After the coffee experience, we walked around downtown Eagle, to reaffirm the notion that downtown Eagle is not worth the bother. Shabby chic with Western overtones is the interior decorating style of choice in Eagle, and every shop that we entered was nothing except for brand new furniture made to look weathered and old alongside ranchwear and cowboy motifs. Josh and I were particularly judgemental on that day.

After our Eagle experience, we drove up Highway 55 for a while to get to the ghost town of Pearl. We located the turnoff from the highway and drove for several miles. The road was a muddy hilly narrow windy road which would have been best traveled with an off-road vehicle. My Toyota Corolla made it a good distance, but Josh and I conceeded defeat as we approached a huge mud pit that might have engulfed all of us. Instead, we pulled over and had an adventure wandering the hills.

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