Averygoodun's Personal File

Good thing: Computer is working again. Don't know for how long, but I have access to my files and the internet, so that's good.

Bad thing: Geoff is out of town till Saturday. Again. Buffalo project exploded (not quite literally, though there may have been micro-explosions). This is unpleasant for all of us and I am very much looking forward to the weekend.

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Now, I need to go nominate some more (I hope my nom doc will recover lost info!), send two dark(ish) short fics off to be betaed so they can be submitted for points, and... work on my SBB piece, before it's too late.


Oh, and I have to figure out how to adjust the screen so that I can use the scroll bar. I can't move the browser window over by the cursor so as to adjust the size of the window, and the monitor won't do it because it's old and lame. Any suggestions would be appreciated.

That's me right now.

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*sigh*

Speaking of months, I have such a buttload of stuff to get done in the next six weeks, and that's barely even counting the kitchen stuff. I hope I'm up for it.

Had a really nice day off today. We went down to Boston area for a friend's child's birthday party, and had a great time with them and their friends. D told me where to go for woodworking lessons (I'm not touching a table saw until I know how to use one safely), and loaned me one of his woodworking textbooks. Whee!

On another note, it is so cool that one of their friends/neighbors, when asked if it was his brother outside, was able to respond, "He's my husband." Real social progress is happening, even if the critics of such progress tend to get more air time.

I'd swear I was nesting.

Stupid Spring.

But, I have got quite a lot done, and the day has only barely started. Granted that I'm not going to get much else done today, cause I want to be functional tomorrow.

So far today, I've:

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Did anyone see the new adaptation of Sense and Sensibility on PBS this weekend? It was waaaaaaaaaaaaaay better than the other Austen adaptations they've been spewing out this year, probably because they allowed it three hours instead of one and a half. Well, there are other reasons it was better, as well. Minimal shaky camera work, for one. And the kisses (there were two, I believe) were very appropriately done. It had its faults for sure, but... well, Geoff watched it with me, and some of the things I saw as faults he really appreciated, as it made it easier to follow for the layperson. "Connecting the dots," as he put it.

It was a shame they didn't put that much effort into the others (that I saw. I missed Northanger Abbey).

Anyhow, back to work I go. I really hope I don't pay for this tomorrow.

To do tomorrow:

re-vacuum (which necessitates picking up first. Again Geoff picked up for me while I was out!  How sweet is that?)
put up mini-shelves and figure out what I'm going to put on them
clean up kitchen a little more
finish laundry?
water plants
deal with baby crap (stuff) on landing
tidy up downstairs?
sweep and tidy bedrooms
dust
write some more (finish chapter?)
go to library with Babe, pref. in the morning
  pick up:
     original Metropolis
     Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's childhood pal
     Persuasion

That's enough to be getting on with, I think.

I think I thought I had something more interesting to say earlier in the day, but whatever it was, it's gone now.  *shrug*  Oh well.  My mind is now revolving so much on SMHC that everything else is kind of just background noise.  But with luck, I'll get this story done before too long, and then, well... I don't know anymore.  Write original stuff?  Maybe.  If the urge strikes me.  Paint?  Oh... that would be nice, wouldn't it?  Take care of house and family?  Um...  Think?  *laughs*

Anyway, the muse is being kind after finally getting that last chapter out, so perhaps I'll be finding out sooner rather than later what I will devote my energies to once my fannish responsibilities have been met.  ;-)

But perhaps I will go to bed now instead of write.  After last night, I need the sleep rather desperately.  And if  go now, perhaps the nap I had earlier won't keep me awake?

It'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.

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Babe's tired and is therefore grumpy and whiny. And demolishing the living room. Which, at the moment, I'm just fine with. The demolishing, not the grumpiness or whines.

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ETA 2: Brownies are a bit fudgy, but tasty. Yay.

Busy weekend is over, thank goodness. It wasn't nearly as bad as I expected, but then again, I didn't get nearly as much done as I should have (no painting, for example). I did go Christmas list shopping today, though, and that was good. Found some nice pants to put on my list. :-)

Tomorrow, as well as painting, resting, resting and not killing Babe, I need to go get my back cracked (and remind DH to do so as well). Write up a testimony for back cracker, and remember to DROP OFF BUSINESS CARDS!!!

And I really do have to figure out what I'm going to say about my art, because I need to get it into the newsletter by next Sunday. Or this Wednesday, rather.

Shit.

How is it that I can write thousands and thousands of words of tripe about fictional characters, but I can barely come up with a passable essay on myself and how I work? It's ridiculous. I was always really good at bs-ing my way through highschool and college English essays, so why can't I do so now that it counts?

( And since I was making Christmas lists, here's my letter to Santa. )

Three doors, two days, two tins of paint, and one or two rather nasty sunburns later, I have managed to check off one thing from my chores list.  One.  Uno.  Ein. 

And while I was slaving away in the horrid heat (maybe not hot for all you Southerners, but here 86º is freakin' hell!), DH was a sweetie and installed the AC units.  That means that I might possibly get a good night's sleep tonight.  FIrst time in, what, a week?  Two?  Three?  Hopefully I haven't exhausted myself beyond the point of sleep.

Yes, I'm glad it's done, but God, I'm tired!  All I want is to go into my (now air-conditioned) room and crash, but since I'm covered with paint, I think I need to shower first.  Ugh.  The doors do look nice, though.  And I even managed to paint the trim of the last door jamb, so it looks all purdy and finished.  And only one fingerful of (horridly scary petrochemical) primer went in Babe's mouth!

So that's that.  I don't think I've had higher brain functions for the last four hours or so, and although I hope they'll be back online tomorrow morning, I won't hold my breath. 

Maybe tomorrow, or, if I'm as tired as I think I might be, Wednesday,  I'll be able to do some of my other tasks that are a little less taxing physically, and a bit more fun creatively.  Like writing.  Or painting.  Painting sounds really good.  I want to get Wisdom done before the apples rot, after all.