I'm having beer right now!
I just took the dog for a walk, which is one of my favorite things to do when I come home. He was hit by a car earlier this year, which sucked beyond the telling, but he's healed very well. Both his legs were broken on his left side (which is so much more terrible for a four-legged creature) and now, when we walk, he has a certain limp that becomes more noticeable when we go on our short jaunts. It just breaks my heart--he's been a part of our family since I was a child, and he's very dear to me, and though he goes on just fine with the limp, I just want to gather him up in my arms and carry him everywhere.
Which would be impractical, not to mention messy given how much hair he's shedding right now. But you get the picture.
We walked down to the lake behind our house, about eight minutes at a particularly leisurely pace, and the lake was placid and quiet, with no one else around. I waded out to a dry rock a bit out from the shore, and Larrabee followed me in, sat his butt down in the water, and just chilled with me as I took it all in. It's so very strange to be coming home, instead of being home.
I'll trade you booze for rain.
Deal. I love the rain but we've got enough to share.
We walked down to the lake behind our house, about eight minutes at a particularly leisurely pace, and the lake was placid and quiet, with no one else around. I waded out to a dry rock a bit out from the shore, and Larrabee followed me in, sat his butt down in the water, and just chilled with me as I took it all in.
This is lovely.
It's so very strange to be coming home, instead of being home.
You know, that never really changes. Never has for me, at least.
re: going home again
those effers who bought the house I grew up in cut down all the trees!
those effers who bought the house I grew up in cut down all the trees!
They're tearing down the house (that my dad built cause my mom was pregnant) I grew up in. It's been sold for several years and was languishing. But it just resold and, yeah, it's going to be torn down.
I'm not sure I wanted to know that. And I haven't told my dad yet, actually.
no one will ever walk those floors again. Freaks me out thinking about it and I've never even been there. Do houses die?
If they do, this is a mercy killing. Tragically. The house died for me a long time ago.
The new owners didn't have anyone living there for several years and there were squaters. It was really destroyed, so I know this is what needs to happen but it still is upsetting.
I just ... I am going to miss it.
My folks still live in the house I grew up in. It seems a lot smaller.
I miss the house where I spent high school. We moved a lot, and I don't miss them all, but I miss that one like whoa. It was the home-iest home we ever had, and it was never really ours since we rented, but it's the house in my head when I think of *home* and it's the house a lot of my fictional characters live in now.
It had a front porch and a butler's pantry, and a little dresser built into my closet, and old glass doorknobs and black push-button light switches, and a clawfoot tub, and a walk-up attic with a little room in the front.
Houses can die, I think. I really believe houses have their own vibes, and a lot of impressions left by the people who live in them. Ours had a lot of good ones.
It had a front porch and a butler's pantry, and a little dresser built into my closet, and old glass doorknobs and black push-button light switches, and a clawfoot tub, and a walk-up attic with a little room in the front.
Oh, wow. That sounds absolutely charming.
I would just like to point out that in a google search for vampire people Allyson's book ranks higher than the movie that is actually titled, "Vampire People" and in an MSN search it is #1!
