Repost : It Is What My French Poets Call Ennui re-posts from old blogs by Bridget Eileen logo Victorian blue and floral background with script and print

Ye Olde Bloggens are re-posts of old blogs
by Bridget Eileen - Writer in Providence, Rhode Island 

The following post was originally posted on one of Bridget Eileen’s old blogs: In the Pines, Neophyte Poetics, Bridget Eileen’s Commonplace Book, Dreaming Bridge Designs or A Vegetarian Notebook. They aren’t all fancy with photos and subheadings and search descriptions, or even that much content, sometimes. They’re here for posterity, because it’s fun to read the archives!

Rain Makes Me Blank
By blank I guess I mean "ennui." (See the photo of Charles Baudelaire, French Symbolist poet and ultimate purveyor of ennui.) I slept too late today because I thought of too many things I needed to do on my one day off and that made me tired. Funny.
I feel like Mon-Wed are just vacuous days of ugh. Then Thursday-Sunday are so busy it's overwhelming. How do I balance this? I don't know.
I hate the perpetual rain. Rain makes me feel so blah. This, I guess, crossing Seattle off my list of potential places to move once I get done with here. [18 months later I've totally changed my story! They have a great library school!]
I need to think outside the US box, I believe. I wouldn't want to go somewhere so touristy as Kilarney or something, but I would like to go to some place English-speaking. I wonder if Glasgow or Edinburgh is rainy? I could find my third cousins, if any are trackable from John Watson and Stella Stevenson- Watson.
Speaking of names, if you take the street I first lived on and the name of my first pet, my name would be Cleopatra Verchild, which is just awesome. I've been thinking about pen names because I might write greeting cards. I wouldn't want my real name attached to that sentimental bull-poo.

November Rain was an awesome video