Sloth
I’ve been supremely stuck in a rut of sloth lately. Pretty much living on computer games and junk food. I did fall in love… with an antique Chinese apothecary chest. I’ve also started collecting antique chinese snuff bottles. There are entirely too many on ebay, so I’ve tried to stop myself from browsing them, too tempting. I already have 4 I’ve bought coming from Hong Kong. Things have been not too bad. Just seem to be stuck in a low energy rut. Nothing new, still battling the old depression which is the cause of the sloth monster. Thought I would drop a note here, to try and keep some connection running. Going to try to update more often.
Recently came back from a week trip visiting my family in Victoria. I went over to the Island from the Mainland here transporting a puppy to my neice for her 11th birthday. That was a joyous errand. Well the transporting part wasn’t so much, as we got rained on waiting to board the ferry. The weather turned a bit on me and I wasn’t prepared for it. I ended up on an older ferry which didn’t have an enclosed pet area. Meaning I was stuck on the car deck, wet, with cold wind blowing through, I was goose pimply cold. Then, puppy had enough of car rides and ferry rides, and had motion sickness, mostly upchucking on me. So I arrived cold, wet, and smelling like puppy puke. It was still well worth it to see the reaction of my neice and her two younger siblings.
It was a nice visit over all, Wolfe came and joined me later in the week, and we enjoyed my sisters pool and hot tub, and took some naughty pics in said hot tub, as well as in her green house. Both with her permission, we just waited till the kids were not home. They were just nudes of me, nothing too risque.
Speaking of which, Wolfe has just asked me to edit said pictures for the websites, so I’m off.
XO
L
July 14th, 2005 at 4:55 pm
Antique Chinese Snuff Bottles - absolutely brilliant. Sorry to hear about your bout of depression, collecting lovely objects can be a good remedy for it, in my case its books, when I’m feeling down I find myself in the bound cloisters of a second-hand bookshop, all the outside world vanishes and I’m surrounded simply by people’s thoughts and stories. Marvellous tonic for the senses.
best
rupert
July 16th, 2005 at 1:34 am
Books are precious, it’s amazing how some things can bring such joy, sometimes the simplest little things. Thanks for your comment. May you find many literary treasures.