Bonds Broken and Unbroken

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn-
But that's all right because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry-
But that's all right because I love the way you lie

-Rihanna, Love the Way You Lie

I spent most of the morning getting stuff transferred from one barracks room to the other, which is a lot more work than it sounds like! But the new room is bigger, and the thermostat actually works! So I'm certainly not going to complain. As barracks rooms go, it's pretty decent. It could be an illusion, but it really does seem bigger. It has a different layout, though the square footage could very well be the same. Perhaps there's more floor space. At any rate, it's an upgrade.
In other news, it's been pretty quiet here lately, though work has been very busy. It's consistently been over 100 degrees all week, and we've had all kinds of reorganizing and all that good stuff to do. So we've been pretty busy, and drinking lots of water to try and stay on top of the heat. Of course, the modern Army uniform is perhaps not designed with this climate in mind- odd that Iraq and more desert countries seem a little better-suited to it. There's also an experimental new camo pattern out there, though it's not currently used state-side. Called multi-cam, it's a little darker and supposedly more versatile than the one we have now. I wonder if it's infrared reactive too? Our uniforms are somewhat IR-reactive, meaning you can see them at night with night vision scopes. But I digress. The problem is, if the enemy also has night vision scopes, guess what?
Well, the battle of the divorce goes on. I expected to get a nasty phone call yesterday, but happily, nothing on the wire so far. The Oklahoma court system is somewhat odd in this regard- not that they required the summons, which makes a good deal of sense. But that they will accept it as served if you send it through the mail, provided that it's with a delivery confirmation- the little green card that you sign, in other words. After that, all you need to do is return a copy of the summons with the same little green card, and that's that! Life goes on. I could say how every day I have to live with what I was, and what I am guilty of, and that would be true. But there's a difference between sinking into despair and turning that pain into something positive- this is why I have that heart tattooed on my arm. Because every time I feel that stab in my heart, I know that I'm not that person any more- I know that I rose above it. I don't pity myself, and would be insulted if anyone else did- but it's true what they say, karma is a bitch sometimes.
Nonetheless, the past is not the present, nor is the present the future. On a completely unrelated note, I have a great spot to sit and practice now- in the window, which opens out onto the back patio, porch, balcony or whatever the correct term is. But the result of this is that when you send sound out into a semi-enclosed concrete space, you get all kinds of echoes and reverberations- it sounds like a concert hall! So far no one has complained about it, though if they do of course I'll keep it down. I don't want to disturb anyone else, but it does sound pretty darn good, I have to admit. I'm still thinking of trying to pull a band together, although I'd rather keep it informal. I'm not a professional musician, and really don't have the time to commit to that kind of a second job. But just getting together and making music could be pretty cool. I know, I've said that probably a hundred times- the one thing I'm consistently short on is time, it seems. But I'm following a suggestion of Tabatha's, which is settle down and set aside time each day for meditation. Get back in the habit, in other words. It's easy to get caught up in the day-to-day, and allowing time to unwind is a good idea. Especially lately, when it seems a few minutes to breathe aren't available.