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Nothing much to write about tonight, except that it’s happening at the end of a long day. When all sorts of ideas have been thought up and punched out of possibility like half-filled balloons, there is only a quiet space between wish and dream. I could describe my wish and my dream, but they are more posterboard and glue than gem and metal. Nothing fancy, unlike shinier things, and less than loud. But they’re what lines my nest, so I am partial to them.
Read Morecaching in
my D the geocacher Originally uploaded by cygnoir D and I try very hard to plan very little each Sunday, since it is our only day off together. Today we decided to take the new GPS out for some geocaching, and had one success of two attempts. We’ll go back for the second some other time earlier in the day. Sunday nights here at Le Chateau, so quiet and warm, are cherished times before the workweek begins anew. I always do feel a little sad that our day off together must come to an end, but so grateful that we make the time each week for just us, no matter...
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Yes, I have broken something major here, and I apologize for the mess. It will be fixed soon. Edit: I attempted to upgrade WordPress to 2.3.1 from 2.1.3, and got various errors about old schema, despite all plugins being deactivated. So I went back to 2.1.3 … and promptly lost all my categories. Looks like this site will remain in chaos until a new version of WordPress comes out, or until I give up entirely and go net.dark, which looks more appealing by the minute. Later edit, after sleep and sushi and more cold medicine: meh. I switched back to my old theme, added a plugin for threading comments, and ran out of steam before tackling the disappeared list of links. O, and I joined NaBloPoMo. So it’s a wash, and now I am going to play WoW with D. ...
Read Moretwo of a kind
This will be short, since not only am I hitting the midpoint of this cold, but Zen has diarrhea. She’s still eating and drinking, so I’m not too worried, but still it breaks my heart when she cries and trots off to the litter box. She is curled up next to me right now, where she always returns, and purring. I wish they made Imodium for kitties. Tonight I’m missing dinner with D at our friends’ house. They’re lovely people who always serve incredible food and wine. I am so sad to be missing out, but cannot imagine heaving myself up to Marin, feeling like this. Thankfully, I had the luxury of the day off work today. I slept almost the entire time, and am confident that this was just what I needed to start feeling better tomorrow. ...
Read Morenational whatever writing whatever
Since I don’t have the time to do NaNoWriMo this year — but I’m happily supporting those of you who do — I thought I’d try to post a journal entry every day of November. I understand that there is probably a website devoted to people doing just this, but I am too lazy to join it. Regardless, here we go … November 2007. Ah, how you began, with home-mulled cider and cold-medicine-induced crashing into fitful sleep. The workday was long, but so productive and interesting I cannot complain. Multiple large projects are converging this month, making every day a triage day as I hemorrhage bits and bytes across workgroups. It is so strange to work in such an intangible field. I use objects to keep me grounded, reveling in their...
Read Morefour months
I suppose this is one of those “here’s what I’ve been doing for the past four months” catch-up posts. Unfortunate, but necessary, especially in light of a few emails I’ve been receiving, mostly along the lines of: are you still alive? I am still alive. And here is the longest of shortest of recaps. In June, my relationship of 3.5 years ended. It was a surprise to many, including me, but it was the right thing to do. That’s all I care to say about it. Out of respect for that relationship, I had regretfully severed all ties with someone previously very significant to me, so at the end of June I found myself with a decision to make: let the ties remain severed, and let regret continue to flourish, or tug on the slack line to...
Read Morereclaimed
PA038368_01 Originally uploaded by piglicker To have and then lose: to know and then forget. This is as far as I ever want to be from you again.
Read Moremug
She sets the mug on the coaster. The coaster is new but the coaster is a print of a map of a long time ago. There is no condensation; there is no reason to use the coaster. There is habit and there is belief and there is the feeling that when one does something right, right is returned in kind. She sets the mug, filled with hot water and not much else, on the coaster. The lack of else is because there is nothing to put in it, really; the last of the tea was left out on the windowsill to appease the birds whose silver beaks always intruded before morning. Water is dependable, and it is somewhat free, and as it happens it can be boiled without incident, with only the moment of shrieking before being plucked from the burner. She sets the teapot on the counter. ...
Read Moretiers of debt
I am breaking a cardinal rule I set some time ago: do not post here while annoyed. But I am annoyed, and I have tried lying down, and I have tried having a cup of tea, and I have tried going for a walk, and I have really tried doing my laundry because it needs to be done and yet the laundromat lady decided to close down early tonight and yep, here we are: annoyed. The worst part about being this annoyed is that I am fully aware of it, so it is not a case of feeling “out of sorts” and then exploding at some small slight and being taken by surprise. No, it is obvious to me that I have been swept up by the perfect storm of too much to do and too little time in which to do it all, and as usual I get into the scrabbling, hissing part of being a moody sort...
Read Moretreading water
.flickr-photo { } .flickr-frame { float: right; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; } .flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Treading Lightly, originally uploaded by FunkyPlaid. I owe just about everyone I know an email or three, my project at work is at a fever pitch, and I’m recovering from a horrible two months physically just to hit Mercury in retrograde. So all you get is a photo that I didn’t even take. I’m fine, and I’ll be back sometime. ...
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