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Dec. 8th, 2008 03:44 pmIt's cold outside - no kind of atmosphere. I'm all alone... more or less. *sigh* Goldfish are... Nibbling on my toes?!?
Fun. Fun. Fun.
It really is cold outside. The sky has that pale, frosty coloring that goes greenish on the horizon, while the streets still have the morning's frost dusting them white. It would be really pretty if there were snow on the ground. The snow would be shimmering in the sunlight, and ultramarine in the shade.
I dreamt about Hawkeye Pierce last night, only it was World War II, not the Korean war. He fell in love with an absolute ditz of a nurse who was killed just before she was due to be sent home. The dream was more about explaining his reticence to love fully than the actual romance that lead to his disenchantment with emotion.
This morning before my appointment with the needle, I managed to expose and sweep most of the floor that's been covered in cardboard the last few weeks. I also got my little cubby things back on the wall, so it feels much more like home again. Yay! I plan on getting the rest of the baseboard in the living room done this week so that I can start decorating for Christmas this weekend. I'm really looking forward to that.
I've found yet another project to engage myself with. The air conditioner that we use as a side table needs a table to cover it because the box isn't level anymore. I have a basic plan laid out that should be simple enough to enact for an instant table, and we even have the plywood to do it now.
Speaking of plywood, after we finished putting in the floors yesterday, we flipped the sofa upside-down and have covered two-thirds of it with plywood. My goodness, but that helps! It's suddenly soft and springy without sagging. We'll cover the rest of the bottom this weekend. This has extended the life of the sofa by at least five years!
One of my childhood friends is a professional photographer, and I recently checked out her work. There's one photo that screams for a story. Well, really, it screams for an expansion of the original tale the photo was inspired from. It would explain things very nicely. I expect my take has already been taken, but it would be fun to write anyway.
And that reminds me of another problematic story (SS/HG) that I want to write someday. If I can figure out how to solve some of the problems...
And finally, I hope my blood behaves itself today.
Fun. Fun. Fun.
It really is cold outside. The sky has that pale, frosty coloring that goes greenish on the horizon, while the streets still have the morning's frost dusting them white. It would be really pretty if there were snow on the ground. The snow would be shimmering in the sunlight, and ultramarine in the shade.
I dreamt about Hawkeye Pierce last night, only it was World War II, not the Korean war. He fell in love with an absolute ditz of a nurse who was killed just before she was due to be sent home. The dream was more about explaining his reticence to love fully than the actual romance that lead to his disenchantment with emotion.
This morning before my appointment with the needle, I managed to expose and sweep most of the floor that's been covered in cardboard the last few weeks. I also got my little cubby things back on the wall, so it feels much more like home again. Yay! I plan on getting the rest of the baseboard in the living room done this week so that I can start decorating for Christmas this weekend. I'm really looking forward to that.
I've found yet another project to engage myself with. The air conditioner that we use as a side table needs a table to cover it because the box isn't level anymore. I have a basic plan laid out that should be simple enough to enact for an instant table, and we even have the plywood to do it now.
Speaking of plywood, after we finished putting in the floors yesterday, we flipped the sofa upside-down and have covered two-thirds of it with plywood. My goodness, but that helps! It's suddenly soft and springy without sagging. We'll cover the rest of the bottom this weekend. This has extended the life of the sofa by at least five years!
One of my childhood friends is a professional photographer, and I recently checked out her work. There's one photo that screams for a story. Well, really, it screams for an expansion of the original tale the photo was inspired from. It would explain things very nicely. I expect my take has already been taken, but it would be fun to write anyway.
And that reminds me of another problematic story (SS/HG) that I want to write someday. If I can figure out how to solve some of the problems...
And finally, I hope my blood behaves itself today.
