So, there was a thunderstorm here on Saturday that was actually a real, honest-to-god thunderstorm with hail and everything. I wasn't here, being on my way home from the wilds of Canada, but the evidence of the storm still remains. Mostly in the mud/silt slide that's covered a good half or two-thirds of my back garden. My poor babies. Ah well. Next spring I will be digging them up and transplanting the survivors to the veggie boxes for the summer, as our yard is leveled out in turn.

And, oh my, will it be leveled out! I didn't realize they were serious about making the yards level. I thought they were just going to level out the worst of the depression and that would be that. Nope. The mud/silt slide came directly from my neighbor's yard, which is now 3.5 - 4 FEET higher than it was when I left for vacation. The retaining wall is almost as high as the old chain link fence. Once the unclimbable new fence is put in on top of the wall, there will definitely be a lessening of trespassers.

0_o

So, yeah, my poor plants. Especially as they were buried by horrid fill rather than nutritious soil. Ach well. They might survive.

On the plus side, I came up with a plan for the back garden while away (my mum's garden is an amazing muse), and even if half my plants don't survive the muck, I'll still have enough to do what I want. Whee.

K. Nuff garden talk. What else? ( Phone fun )

What else? ( Ah yes: textbooks and other nightmares )

What else?

Nothing. I've spewed enough for the time being, I think.

I don't have anything to decipher in my dreams. Last night, for example, I dreamt I was sedately discussing with my mum or Geoff the reasons why I think the draft should be reinstated (to reconnect the populace with the wars our country engages in).

...

As I said, I think I need to scrounge up some internal excitement (because I am happy enough having a boring external life, thank you very much!). I'm interpreting it as a need to start my art projects. And soon.

( Dreams )

In real life, Geoff let me sleep in this morning, and it's amazing how much an extra hour of sleep helps. My shoulder still hurts but everything else is on its way out. Even my thumb is only a bit stiff, but not sore. (Yay for no broken bones!)

Now to just convince myself that tea would not be a good idea...

( Muddled dream )

Today is my last day of this semester. ( School babble )

On Sunday, Geoff and I watched "A Scandal in Belgravia." I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it far less after I read "A Scandal in Bohemia," and realized how much they'd assassinated Irene's character. ( Spoilerish question/observation (cut for the one person out there who hasn't seen it?) )

So I'm wondering whether to read Baskerville before Sunday or leave it for next week... I did enjoy the show quite a bit before I read its basis. *weighs pros and cons*

Ah well. Nice to have such first world problems weighing heavily on my mind. ;-D

PS: Rest in peace, dear Mr. Sendak. And thank you for the stories.

From mundungus42's meme question. This is definitely imaginary, but I can dream about it becoming real eventually...

( Long description within )

I seem to be in another phase of dreaming about everyone I've ever known, again. *sigh* Sometimes it's quite nice to see dear faces again, but other times it brings on such an acute sense of loneliness that it's hard to bear.

*shrugs*

Right now I am tired. Geoff left for the airport at 6 this morning, and Page is not happy with either of us because of it. I'm hoping Page doesn't take it out on school folk, but I wouldn't blame him if he did. It's hard not having your dad around. Especially when mum is so tired...

( Whining again. )

I dreamt I was doing a watercolor(!) of Snape last night. No idea what that means, except maybe to try out watercolors again. Granted, the horrible part of the dream (besides the not finding a swimsuit that fit... Erm, yeah, there was more to the dream than just painting) was finding I'd left my brushes to dry with paint in them! AAAARGH! So, glad it was a dream and not real life. This time.

So, a few days ago, one of my friends posted a video of Alice Cooper's song, "Poison." Which is all well and good, but there was another version of the same song she posted that got so stuck in my head it was the soundtrack of my dreams. (No hard feelings, though. ;-)

In my dream, Alice Cooper came to dinner (without make-up), and while I'm scrambling to make something somewhat respectable for dinner, the radio starts playing this cover of his song. Repeatedly. It was kinda awkward and embarrassing all around, really, though Mr. Cooper was very polite about it.

Then last night, I dreamt I was ill. All. Night. Long. So much fun, let me tell you. It ended with me on a sinking ship (in dock), looking for something on my own, and getting seasick as I tried to leave the galley when the ship started shaking violently.

Yay.


Today is supposed to be beautiful out. 50F. After yesterday's chill wind, that's kind of nice, although seeing as it's supposed to snow tomorrow, I'm kind of in two minds about it. I miss the seasons. We got robbed out of fall by the October snowstorm, and have had... maybe 6 inches of snow since. Maybe. My bulbs in the back are starting to come up, darn it, and it's not even March! (Normally I would be complaining about how much I want spring to just come already by now, but that's because we've had 3 months of solid snow cover and the snow banks are out of control.) Most people are really happy about this winter, but I'm not. Snow is pretty. The gray-brown blahs are not.

However. It is supposed to be beautiful out today, which IS nice, so I will go out and enjoy it with at least a wander into the back yard to see the emerging crocus leaves up close.

That will make a nice break from the homework. (I am not really enjoying the school experience this semester. I think it's because the urge to hibernate is stronger than the need to learn.) (And business is booooooooooring.)

But now I think will try to take a nap. Don't know that I need one, but I sure feel like taking one. Thank goodness March is almost here. Life usually gets more energetic in March.

ETA: Oh! Almost forgot! Page lost his second upper front tooth yesterday! About time, too, as his remaining tooth was looking pretty uncomfortable.

( The very crooked tooth )

Too bad I didn't remember to take a shot of his new, very holey mouth last night or this morning. Ah well. There's time yet.

So, I dreamt I was invited into a sports car party pyramid scheme. Yes, the scheme was to have parties for sports car owners/enthusiasts. The bait was lifetime tickets to the local basketball (or worse, baseball) team.

Thankfully, my dream was not so odd to have me interested in the tickets, but I was interested in the parties, or, more accurately, seeing all the pretty cars. So I accepted the invitation to one of the parties.

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I woke up this morning and realized that despite my intentions, I never did take my meds last night. Normally, that wouldn't be too much a big deal, except I also forgot them the night before, too. So, I took the full dose this morning, despite that meaning I'll be drowsy for the rest of the day. Ach well. Better than going into withdrawal.

My not so great mood was not helped when I came down to discover that Page had somehow managed to strew jello ALL over the computer area. I have no idea how he did it, but it was disgusting! So, joy of joys, I got to supervise his clean-up, which took three times longer than it should have because he was being a ham and or resistant. Grrrr. However, he did do a decent clean up job, even if it did take me raising my voice and telling him I was getting angry and then watching him for the entire time. And perhaps, after a few more of these cleaning lessons, he will start actually seeing what needs to be done.

School is killing me. (Figuratively speaking.) I need to figure out how to read faster with the same (or better) sink-in-ness (drowsy brain is not linguistic brain), or I am doomed. As it is, I'm spending a good 20 hours a week reading for my three classes, and still not catching up.

However, I seem to be doing relatively well in all of my classes (97% on my accounting test) despite that, though this group project in management is freaking me out a little due to the lack of focus. Once I have something concrete to do, I'll be all over it, but right now I'm just floundering as I chase red herrings.

Despite being behind in my reading, I took a break yesterday afternoon and painted, as I have promised to have this done by November 6th. It was an unfortunate decision. While it wasn't a complete loss in terms of paint and time, most of yesterday's work was painted over this morning so I can start over on those sections. On the plus side, it will be better because I've also corrected some color, shading and placement mistakes I made in the rough-in. However, I am starting to get a bit panicky about getting this painting done in time. To my satisfaction, that is.

But that's a lot of whinging, isn't it? I bet I can think of good things...

Good thing - Page's attitude has been much, MUCH improved this week. Despite more chocolate milk. :-/

Good thing - my sciatica is getting better. It turns out that too much of a good thing is definitely a bad thing! I've cut down my exercises to the minimum, threw out a couple of them completely, and my hip and leg are doing much better. I think I even went without pain pills all day yesterday! First day in a few weeks. It still bugs me a lot, but it's better.

Good thing - My energy level is way up. Despite having to split my time between homework and housework, we managed to get the week's (plus a few days?) main dishes cooked, and a lot of chores crossed off the list. Of course, starting this week there was motivation! Sunday is now our play day, as long as everything is finished up on Saturday. Geoff did the majority of the cleaning (I did all of the cooking, and, as I said, there was coursework to be read), but even Page pitched in (eventually) and cleaned up his messes.

Good thing - Geoff got our tuner working again. Kind of. Maybe. It's still got personality, but at least we can use our CD player again.

Good thing - It's beautiful out. And the colors are finally starting to turn. It seems like it's a bit late this year, but it's nice.

Good thing - my dream last night, while weird, did not feature any really disturbing aspects, unless you count inadvertently buying an unstringed piano disturbing. Which some might, I'll admit. To me, the most disturbing part of the dream was that the majority of it took place in Costco.

And the last good thing is that even though I'm skipping church today, I'm not missing choir. However, even if there had been choir, I would have stayed home. Too much left to do, and not enough quiet time to do it in!

Which means I need to get to it. Cheers!