The perils of sharing a computer
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averygoodun42Well, I forgot to log off last night, meaning that this morning my mum read my locked blog. Good side is that we got that whole beautiful thing cleared up (with a heartfelt hug thrown in for good measure). No real bad side. She read an in-prog poem I wasn't ready to show anyone, but since she praised it, I can't say that I feel too bad about that either. ;-)
That's the really great thing about having an honest mum - I know she doesn't give false praise.
Geoff is still in Seattle, but should be calling soon with a progress report. Whether he gets his passport today or not depends on whether the system is up at the office. So it's possible that he'll get up here tonight. Hopefully.
My fantasy is that he hasn't called yet because he's fast making his way to the airport having received his passport half an hour ago. We'll see.
ETA: He is. He'll be arriving very late, but he'll get the ferry today. Yay!
I'm not nearly as upset at him today, but he still needs to get over this self-destructive pattern. Now.
I've been pretty much keeping busy today. Dad and I went shopping for paint samples for two rooms that still need painting. They've painted a good deal of the house already, but their bedroom desperately needs a new color (It is a rather hideous, sickly mustard, which is not only one of the least flattering colors I've ever seen, it clashes horribly with their cherry furniture and artwork.), while the office will need new colors as a base for the seagulls I'm going to paint there. Well, really, the ceiling is screaming for paint no matter what. I kind of wonder if it's been painted in the last twenty years.
The gulls, though small, are going to be a lot of work because I will need to sand the areas where I'll be painting them. Meaning, I need to sand many little specifically-shaped patches of ceiling reasonably flat. Overhead work is damn hard. But, it'll be worth it.
I still need to get some good pics of gulls, though.
I wonder if I would be able to live in this climate. The summers are a hell of a lot more bearable than New England's, and having green throughout the year would be nice, although I likesnow. Occasionally. It does get a bit tiresome after five months, though.
I don't think I could live here, though. This is not my soul's home. It's in the neighborhood, but not quite right. I think it's too far inland for me. Which is really funny, because they're all of five minutes from the ocean. But somehow being thirty minutes from the ocean in New Hampshire is more acceptable than five minutes here.
Perhaps that's because New Hampshire is tamed. The East is. The West isn't. This is threatening country, even the cute little semi-rural region my parents have moved to (by the way, they live off a street called Lupin). Being five minutes from the ocean is far more confining than I expected. Well, being five minutes from the ocean without being able to see it. They were more than five minutes away from any water in Vancouver, but they could see it and the mountains from their apartment.
The trees here are so big. I forget how big trees can be. And it's not even that they're taller than the lodge-pole pines out east, or more massive than the maples and oaks. It's their presence. They loom. The cedars are like a gang of teenagers, loitering. They could be menacing, they could be innocent. But they're there whether you like them or not.
However, their drooping branches are lovely. I'm composing paintings already.
But right now I need to go hang pictures with my mum.
Cheers.
That's the really great thing about having an honest mum - I know she doesn't give false praise.
Geoff is still in Seattle, but should be calling soon with a progress report. Whether he gets his passport today or not depends on whether the system is up at the office. So it's possible that he'll get up here tonight. Hopefully.
My fantasy is that he hasn't called yet because he's fast making his way to the airport having received his passport half an hour ago. We'll see.
ETA: He is. He'll be arriving very late, but he'll get the ferry today. Yay!
I'm not nearly as upset at him today, but he still needs to get over this self-destructive pattern. Now.
I've been pretty much keeping busy today. Dad and I went shopping for paint samples for two rooms that still need painting. They've painted a good deal of the house already, but their bedroom desperately needs a new color (It is a rather hideous, sickly mustard, which is not only one of the least flattering colors I've ever seen, it clashes horribly with their cherry furniture and artwork.), while the office will need new colors as a base for the seagulls I'm going to paint there. Well, really, the ceiling is screaming for paint no matter what. I kind of wonder if it's been painted in the last twenty years.
The gulls, though small, are going to be a lot of work because I will need to sand the areas where I'll be painting them. Meaning, I need to sand many little specifically-shaped patches of ceiling reasonably flat. Overhead work is damn hard. But, it'll be worth it.
I still need to get some good pics of gulls, though.
I wonder if I would be able to live in this climate. The summers are a hell of a lot more bearable than New England's, and having green throughout the year would be nice, although I likesnow. Occasionally. It does get a bit tiresome after five months, though.
I don't think I could live here, though. This is not my soul's home. It's in the neighborhood, but not quite right. I think it's too far inland for me. Which is really funny, because they're all of five minutes from the ocean. But somehow being thirty minutes from the ocean in New Hampshire is more acceptable than five minutes here.
Perhaps that's because New Hampshire is tamed. The East is. The West isn't. This is threatening country, even the cute little semi-rural region my parents have moved to (by the way, they live off a street called Lupin). Being five minutes from the ocean is far more confining than I expected. Well, being five minutes from the ocean without being able to see it. They were more than five minutes away from any water in Vancouver, but they could see it and the mountains from their apartment.
The trees here are so big. I forget how big trees can be. And it's not even that they're taller than the lodge-pole pines out east, or more massive than the maples and oaks. It's their presence. They loom. The cedars are like a gang of teenagers, loitering. They could be menacing, they could be innocent. But they're there whether you like them or not.
However, their drooping branches are lovely. I'm composing paintings already.
But right now I need to go hang pictures with my mum.
Cheers.
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Date: 2007-12-18 12:26 am (UTC)Hope everything turns out okay for you. ::hugs::
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Date: 2007-12-18 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-18 07:00 am (UTC)Lovely descrip of countryside. VEry evocative.
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Date: 2007-12-18 07:40 am (UTC)If you're interested, please e-mail me, and we'll discuss details.