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It was pouring at 4 am when I had to wake up and separate two fighting cats; it sleeted somewhere in between then and now, coating all the delicate little branches on the bushes outside, and all the needles of the pines, with ice; and now it is snowing, giant fat flakes falling almost fast enough to look like rain. I'm supposed to go meet up with M, J, K, Ka, and Q - and possibly a friend of J's from school, the prospect of whom fills me with terror - for lunch, so I ought to hope it stops soon, but I'm willing to drive carefully as long as it keeps snowing and sticking. :D

The tablet has arrived, as have the books I ordered; I'd forgotten just how long it's been since I'd drawn anything. I have giant flashing neon failure issues, and my sister is so much better at art things than I am that I have a feeble love/hate thing going on with drawing - even when something comes out half-decent, it's never quite good enough for something off in the back of my brain. Luckily, when I show her things I write, she likes to draw for them, so the pictures I wish I could put on paper still end up there most of the time. \o/

( Monday shows. )

( NaNo and fic talk. )

( Thanksgiving. )

I would put a big poetical list of things I'm thankful for here, except I'm thankful for so many things it kind of defies belief, and making a list would just make me think of more and more. In summary, though: my family, friends, job, fandoms, and life are all more awesome than I usually give them credit for, and I am grateful for all the small sources of joy in between. ♥♥♥♥♥

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Location: Home.

$damkianna: A cap of Milo from Disney's Atlantis, with accompanying emoticon: "\o/". (\o/)$

A THOUSAND-POUND WEIGHT has just been lifted off my shoulders.

To recap: supervisor out Thursday and Friday, and me assigned the weighty task of getting the proofs for the fall magazine fixed up and sent out whenever they should come in. The proofs, as far as I could tell, did not come, and I spent the last few hours of Friday and most of the rest of the weekend in a stew of terror set at a low simmer - was I an idiot? Not looking in the right places? I checked the mailroom, like, four times on Friday; maybe I should have actually found the woman who sends the mail up, and asked her? DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: I was freaked out enough that I actually dreamed last night about getting to work and being forgiven because none of it had been my fault. And then I wake up, and it is like doom outside - lots of wind, heavy clouds, and, even more ominously, it starts pouring the minute I get in my car.

And then I make it in this morning, and my supervisor's back, checking the single message on her phone - which was left on Friday afternoon, by the guy at the printing company, saying he had just Fedexed them to us, and they should be there by today. \o/! Victory is mine, and I am so totally drinking from the keg of glory.

Saturday, my mind was temporarily taken off my troubles by a trip back up to Burlington to see Br and AT; we did not make cloaks, which had apparently been the original plan for the afternoon, but we did get food and watch the OotP movie. It was great fun to watch it with Br - she hasn't read the books, so her grasp of the course of events in the Harry Potter universe is a little shaky. Also, she had totally forgotten about Sirius.

And Sunday, of course, there was ( Sherlock. ) I do want to hang on and see the next series, if only to find out what happens next.

Current Mood: relieved
Current Location: Work.

So I was mowing the lawn, like you do, because my mother said I had to and also it looked and still looks like it's going to rain this afternoon, which meant I couldn't put it off much. It was cool enough that I didn't have to change into shorts, but I didn't want to sweat through my shirt if I could possibly help it, so I took it off, and stuck with just a sports bra - not my usual, but ~~nice~~ our house is surrounded by trees, nobody could see me and it really was pretty muggy, if not all that hot. And I was listening to music, which meant I ended up doing a kind of hybrid dancing-mowing-mouthing-the-words thing; very dorky, and always cause for me to be glad that most of the time nobody else is home when I mow the lawn.

Another thing on my list of tasks was to trim the kiwi - possibly I have mentioned this, I don't know, but we have a kiwi ... bush? IDEK, that started out as just a little thing next to the south side of the porch, and has now grown into an enormous monster that covers the entirety of the porch railing on the south and east sides, and has only been prevented from swallowing the north end of the porch, too, by some aggressive pruning. (There's another one across the lawn from the first that grew up the fence and ate it; it gets far less trimming, so it's sort of a mass of greenery with great long tendrils winding out into the air, searching for something else to strangle. I like to call that one Cthulhu.)

Anyway, I was taking the kiwi bits down to the compost, still with the music on, and that was ( when I noticed some blackberries that were pretty much ripe. Less a story than an attempt to preserve a set of moments in my memory. ) Then I climbed up the slope around the side of the patch and onto the driveway proper, and picked a few last handfuls, and then carried the cat and a bowl full of blackberries back up to the house, with my feet coming down on the beat and Regina Spektor in my ears.

So. Today has pretty much managed to get itself categorized as a good day.

Current Mood: grateful
Current Location: Home.
Current Music: Light Up The Sky - Yellowcard

MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERLIIIIIIIIIN OMG. OMG OMG OMG.

It weirded me out more than I was expecting that they all had voices - I've been looking at pictures of them all for so long without any sound that it was very peculiar to hear them talking. It was like seeing people from the radio show up on TV - they are radio people, okay, they have voices, not faces - except the other way around. Also, I keep getting confused and thinking to myself that the reason Uther is so weird about magic is because he still hasn't forgiven Ethan for - oh, wait, dammit, UTHER != GILES, brain!

I am starting to have a humongous thing for Katie McGrath; obviously they know she's crazy gorgeous, and are working it by giving her all of those most-likely-ridiculous-but-also-crazy-gorgeous costumes. Morgana is clearly miles smarter than anybody else on this show - except perhaps for Gwen (well, okay, and Nimueh, she is also very smart)! Gwen is brilliant, I love Gwen.

Arthur and Merlin, I cannot even be remotely articulate about, I am just all OMGGGGGGGGGG. They surpassed even my wildest expectations - Merlin was so earnest! Arthur was trying so hard to prevent his inner earnestness from showing! They were both kind of idiots! ♥♥♥! I was hoping to one day get to see the chalice episode; I knew approximately how the whole thing went down already, but I still wanted to watch it, and, my god. It was even better than I expected. It was one thing to be aware that Merlin was going to be doing some sweating and murmuring of Arthur's name and a little long-distance day-saving, while Arthur was going to be off adventuring against his father's orders to get Merlin a flower, but. Actually seeing it on my TV was something else entirely. \o/

Not to harsh the squee, but on a rather more serious note: ( France and the burkha. )

Generally speaking, I find that the side that allows for more freedom of choice and more safety in making choice, rather than less of either or both, is usually the side I like to be on (there may be exceptions - I can't say for certain that I mind laws banning Holocaust denial, for example); in this case, for me, that means I hope France decides against banning the burkha, as it seems to me to be a movement motivated more by fear than by a genuine concern for the well-being of Muslim women.

Discussions like this always put me in mind of that one episode of 30 Days about the man who goes to live with a Muslim family in Dearborn, MI - the look on his face, when he learned that Islam and Christianity are both related to Judaism, and that the Christian God and Allah are the same god. It was a wonderful episode; I should try to track down the DVD sometime.

Current Mood: awake
Current Location: Home.

Aka: Planting onions is fun!

Yesterday was basically Onion Day. The folks at Cedar Circle were waiting for the new people - including me - to start before they planted the onions, so right after we finished the orientation and signed papers and stuff, it was onion time. For eight hours. *dies*

This morning, my thighs and the small of my back wanted to kill me. Today, thankfully, was much more varied - there was corn seeding and greenhouse set-up and tomato moving and asparagus weeding - but I still can't go up or down stairs without making horrible faces and stumbling like a drunk.

Fortunately, it's actually pretty worth it. Even though the onions were dreadful and I may never eat an onion again, it was wonderful to dig my hands into the ground, to get dirty and lightly sunburnt and touch growing things. And today was even better. There's something viscerally satisfying about weeding, especially when what you're pulling up is grass - it comes out in hunks with bundles of roots, and then you get to beat the dirt out of it. Something about being at Cedar Circle changes me a little, in peculiar ways; there was a spider on one of the flats I was seeding, and I just kind of flicked it off. Like, I stuck my finger in a small space with a spider, and then touched it. It was sort of crazy.

I also got a whole ton of straw down my ... down my shirt, let's say, with the understanding that it got into some very uncomfortable places. That was less than fun.

Still, I was strangely calm and pleased as I left this afternoon, feeling a lot of goodwill toward the world - the sky was very blue, it was pleasantly warm, I still had dirt on my hands and my jeans and my face, it was just a little breezy. Probably it was mostly endorphins. :D

Anyway, if I can keep from falling asleep, I should do paperwork. Awesome.

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Location: Home.

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Entries tagged with attack of the yays

we have all turned into ourselves.

never been theirs and was still theirs in that way.

Blackberries!

(no subject)

OMG MY THIGHS.