Things that I was not expecting
(Maps that appear on the skin...)
Ok, I've got November going through my head, and have been singing snatches thereof all day. Along with a portrait style pic of Casimira's greeting trousseau when she bees lead November to the door of the House. Don't be surprised to hear tales of me experimenting with some fairly wild wig and hair pieces. That Palimpcest show is still giving me iDeas.
But in the meantime...
We re-hung Haven in its proper place, cleared out the superfluous painting kipple, and cleaned up the floor. The treadmill is now in the library -- at least until our bookcases arrive and force us to shuffle things around. We won't be able to order them until Chase gets the payment on the credit card, and we can place the silly order. Patient cat, I am not.
I've also been a bit hagridden by this H/S/D story I started last week. It's systematically kept me up past my time just ebout every night so far, but recently it's begun to turn a bit purplish. amd has the overdramatic, frantic tone of too much plot being shoehorned into not enough story. So I'm going to take a big step back from it this week, and try to give a solid run on El Dorado Road instead, while Hezzie, Jack, and Hector are still reasonably fresh in my head.
And I haven't really much else to say, I suppose... except that I miss a coffee-and-writing buddy around. Writing enablers always work out better when there's facetime, alas.
Wait... silver lining time:I scored the BEST pair of replacement trainers today! They correct for my tendency to pronate, and the construction allows for NO pressure on the bonespur which usually stops my walking short before I'm through. They're silver on white, when I would far rather have had something more sedate on black, but my only other option was white wiith grey and fuscia trim, which was just not ON, you know?
So I'll be making a pilgrimage to the market tomorrow -- walking it, since I don't think I'm quite bike ready just yet, -- to see just how well the new shooz work.
And that's a Good Thing.
Ok, I've got November going through my head, and have been singing snatches thereof all day. Along with a portrait style pic of Casimira's greeting trousseau when she bees lead November to the door of the House. Don't be surprised to hear tales of me experimenting with some fairly wild wig and hair pieces. That Palimpcest show is still giving me iDeas.
But in the meantime...
We re-hung Haven in its proper place, cleared out the superfluous painting kipple, and cleaned up the floor. The treadmill is now in the library -- at least until our bookcases arrive and force us to shuffle things around. We won't be able to order them until Chase gets the payment on the credit card, and we can place the silly order. Patient cat, I am not.
I've also been a bit hagridden by this H/S/D story I started last week. It's systematically kept me up past my time just ebout every night so far, but recently it's begun to turn a bit purplish. amd has the overdramatic, frantic tone of too much plot being shoehorned into not enough story. So I'm going to take a big step back from it this week, and try to give a solid run on El Dorado Road instead, while Hezzie, Jack, and Hector are still reasonably fresh in my head.
And I haven't really much else to say, I suppose... except that I miss a coffee-and-writing buddy around. Writing enablers always work out better when there's facetime, alas.
Wait... silver lining time:I scored the BEST pair of replacement trainers today! They correct for my tendency to pronate, and the construction allows for NO pressure on the bonespur which usually stops my walking short before I'm through. They're silver on white, when I would far rather have had something more sedate on black, but my only other option was white wiith grey and fuscia trim, which was just not ON, you know?
So I'll be making a pilgrimage to the market tomorrow -- walking it, since I don't think I'm quite bike ready just yet, -- to see just how well the new shooz work.
And that's a Good Thing.
