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averygoodun42It's white outside. Really, really white. Okay, maybe not quite as white as it was a few hours ago when the flakes were big and fluffy and falling in great quantities, but it's quite white all the same.
Needless to say, it's another snow day. This one is almost understandable, though. Almost. (People from Buffalo will laugh, but I accept that.)
My voice is gone. Went to a cat infested house yesterday, and although I medicated myself pretty heavily last night (took one benadryl before I left, took one after I got back 3 hours later, took two advil, two puffs of the inhaler and a hot, hot shower, then slept for more than eight hours), I'm still not 100% today. Something in the medication must have worked, though, because I don't feel quite as crappy as I usually do after an allergy attack (i.e. I have energy) but my breathing isn't so hot, my cough sounds horrible and my voice is terribly hoarse. And I'm still parched. And stuffy. And a little sneezy.
But I shall survive.
Did I mention how white it is? I only say this because the last month was spent revelling in greenscapes, and that is so very, very different from the white of a real winter.
And, oh, doesn't being a city snowplow driver look like it would be fun? At least some of the time, in a macho, get-paid-to-crash-into-stuff kind of way. The snowplow was just by, and so Babe and I watched as it made several passes of our little cul-de-sac, never slowing down as he rammed into the mountainous snowdike at the end. Beep-beep-beep, pause, rumble-grumble-rumble Bang! Again and again and again.
Anyhoo...
I am trying to figure out what all I need to do today. The spaghetti sauce is simmering, so dinner is pretty much taken care of (must remember to put the potatoes in the oven, though)...
I need to season that damn pan. Ergh. I need to finish the laundry. I need to start sketching out the paintings I want to do.
Oh yeah, I didn't mention, did I, that in the last couple of days some kind of dam has burst, releasing all the pent up creative energy that's been in me all this time. I might, after I've worked on a few paintings, even get around to re-reading and working on SMHC sometime soonish.
And I also need to post pics of the beautiful quilt my mum made for us. It looks so good in our room, although I will need to get properly colored pillow shams for the bed to look complete. Actually, now that there's a quilt on it, I'm almost thinking that the bed could use a headboard. Make it a proper bed type thing. But that's not a priority.
I know I'm forgetting some important things... but they can probably wait until tomorrow.
Needless to say, it's another snow day. This one is almost understandable, though. Almost. (People from Buffalo will laugh, but I accept that.)
My voice is gone. Went to a cat infested house yesterday, and although I medicated myself pretty heavily last night (took one benadryl before I left, took one after I got back 3 hours later, took two advil, two puffs of the inhaler and a hot, hot shower, then slept for more than eight hours), I'm still not 100% today. Something in the medication must have worked, though, because I don't feel quite as crappy as I usually do after an allergy attack (i.e. I have energy) but my breathing isn't so hot, my cough sounds horrible and my voice is terribly hoarse. And I'm still parched. And stuffy. And a little sneezy.
But I shall survive.
Did I mention how white it is? I only say this because the last month was spent revelling in greenscapes, and that is so very, very different from the white of a real winter.
And, oh, doesn't being a city snowplow driver look like it would be fun? At least some of the time, in a macho, get-paid-to-crash-into-stuff kind of way. The snowplow was just by, and so Babe and I watched as it made several passes of our little cul-de-sac, never slowing down as he rammed into the mountainous snowdike at the end. Beep-beep-beep, pause, rumble-grumble-rumble Bang! Again and again and again.
Anyhoo...
I am trying to figure out what all I need to do today. The spaghetti sauce is simmering, so dinner is pretty much taken care of (must remember to put the potatoes in the oven, though)...
I need to season that damn pan. Ergh. I need to finish the laundry. I need to start sketching out the paintings I want to do.
Oh yeah, I didn't mention, did I, that in the last couple of days some kind of dam has burst, releasing all the pent up creative energy that's been in me all this time. I might, after I've worked on a few paintings, even get around to re-reading and working on SMHC sometime soonish.
And I also need to post pics of the beautiful quilt my mum made for us. It looks so good in our room, although I will need to get properly colored pillow shams for the bed to look complete. Actually, now that there's a quilt on it, I'm almost thinking that the bed could use a headboard. Make it a proper bed type thing. But that's not a priority.
I know I'm forgetting some important things... but they can probably wait until tomorrow.
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Date: 2008-01-14 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-14 09:13 pm (UTC)Now if only I could get up off my butt and make use of those juices... I wish I weren't so emotionally invested. It makes it oh so much scarier a prospect.
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Date: 2008-01-14 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-15 01:01 am (UTC)yeah for free entertainment that isn't TV. I spent countless hours with HPFan Jr. watching people mow lawns, blow leaves, use construction machinery, etc. It was hard to get him to leave the scene before the worker was done. But those days are gone ... now it's the Wii.