Sunday 16 September 2007

Washington D.C.

Robert and I are supposed to go into the city later today. I’m excited, but I can’t decide where I want to go. Do we go to Lady Bird Johnson Park, like we discussed? Or do we walk in the city proper? Visit memorials or go to the zoo? I have no doubt that I want to be outside, but where to go? Lady Bird Johnson Park sounds nice, but quite removed. I think I would like to walk in the city. It would be nice to be able to understand why so many people live and work there! The zoo is always nice, but we’ve gone so much, and there’s so much more to do. I always love the Lincoln Memorial, I feel very comfortable there. I would also like to see the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial. I am having a very hard time deciding!

Washington D.C.

I think I would like to walk a portion of the George Washington Parkway. We would be able to see parts of the city while enjoying the foliage. That means we can take the metro to Arlington National Cemetery and cross over the Potomac, or we can drive and park in Lady Bird Johnson Park. I think I may want to drive today; I can feel the social anxiety creeping up on me, and the metro train/subway can easily encourage that.

The sun is finally deciding to show his face, so that means it’s time to wash the dishes. Hwyl fawr!

Autumn, Elements, Zodiac

I’ve just realized that I am more Aquarius than I thought. Aquarius is an Air sign, and Air signs are known for their love of knowledge. I’ve been studying feline behaviour and Welsh, and I’ve taken a preference of non-fiction over fiction books lately.

Even if that wasn’t applicable, I’ve noticed that the colours of Autumn are not the only reason I adore the season so much. It is also the air, Autumn Air. Autumn is the season of Air to me, anyway. (Winter=Water, Spring=Earth, Summer=Fire)

So, funny enough, I am a bit Aquarius after all. At least Air, anyway. Does that make me an Airhead?

Movies

Robert and I watched “Animal Farm” last night. I am so completely and utterly disappointed.

While the characters looked much as I’d envisioned them, the screenplay was poor in my opinion. I didn’t need the dog, Jessie, to narrate. I am intelligent enough to figure out what is happening on my own. There was a short but extremely unnecessary sex scene that immediately made me lose my taste for the whole thing. The story wrapped up too quickly and neatly, where the book is not quite so eager to be done and over with. I think the most disappointing aspect of the movie was the voices of the pigs. Kelsey Grammar and Patrick Stewart both have such lovely voices that I was disappointed to discover how much their voices were distorted to fit their characters. It was, overall, an unnecessary movie. The book is much better. Go read it. Shoo!

Cats, Cleaning, Morning Routine

Yow! I’ve been up for two and three quarter hours, and I’ve already taken care of all the cats’ things (Play Therapy, feeding, brushing, litter box), chores (a big round of dusting), eating breakfast and washing dishes, and Zone Cleaning (the ceiling and door areas of the Master Restroom). I’m off to do Physical Therapy homework. I love Autumn!

Flowers, Plants

I have no idea why, but I feel the need to write my favourite flowers. I feel the need to order them in my head, and paper helps. It feels so much more organized that way.

1.) My number one flower is the daffodil. They’re beautiful, bright, sunny, and Welsh. Not only do they originate in Wales (notice the double “f” for the “f” sound), but they’re the national flower there as well. I also love saying the word. Daffodils. It’s just beautiful.

2.) My second favourite flowers are chrysanthemums. I think I just like things that are difficult to spell. I adore the delicate petals of chrysanthemums. The way that they lay open makes me feel comfortable, somehow. I feel more at ease when there are chrysanthemums around, or even just pictures of them. I also like that “mum” is in the name, since I would like to be one of those some day.

3.) My third is the tulip. These remind me of rabbits, though I’m not sure why. Tulips make me feel light hearted and frolicky. Yes, frolicky. Why shouldn’t I frolic simply because I am twenty three years old and not a small woodland creature? Let me frolic!

4.) I love magnolias. They’re Southern (I did spend a fair portion of my childhood in The Magnolia State), they smell wonderful, they give me a reason to look forward to warm weather, and they grow on trees. Who wouldn’t like them?

5.) I like roses pretty well, too. Like most girls, I think, I grew up preferring roses over other flowers, because they seem to represent romance in its purest form. Also, it was the popular thing to like, and I was once sucked into that soulless trademark of teenagedom. Still, who can deny the beauty of a rose? Even faux roses are beautiful.

There are several other flowers that I like, but I do not know the names of all of them. I’ll be sure to write about them if I learn, though.

There are flowers I don’t like, as well. There are two main categories here.

The first type of flower I don’t like are daisy-like flowers (chrysanthemums excluded). There’s something gross in how they look when they’re pollinating that reminds me of worms and other creatures whose names even disgust me.

The second type of flower I don’t like is one that’s been picked. Where on Earth is the beauty in killing a flower just so you can keep it in your kitchen? I prefer my plants potted, live, thank you.

Physical Therapy

I advanced to sets of fifteen with my homework today, and I feel pretty good. I had a pretty good session today. The only problem I’m left with is the usual tightness in the neck that I have after Physical Therapy homework, or Physical Therapy itself.

I don’t even hurt from the soccer ball exercise, and I didn’t yesterday, either.