There were some cute epiphytes mounted on tree cookies at the wholesale garden supplier, but I could see the smears of hot glue on the wood (and made me afraid for the plant getting burned like that), so I bought three cute tilandsia and I'll mount them myself for my lil' bro. I was thinking that maybe I should draw him seomthing, since one of the things he bemoans is me not drawing anymore, and still has my rendition of Psylocke mounted on his wall in a place of honor. Maybe I'll make that a birthday present so I'll have time to investigate what he'd like nowadays.
I'm just broke. Christmas presents at this point are looking like burnt cd mixes at this point.
I just did a sidejob that scored me a couple hundred, but that'll just keep the rent from bouncing . . . maybe.
I think I might get one whole set of three families these canvas table linens: [link] Maybe placemats for the ones my age and the table runner for the parents? For once, I'm glad all the women changed their names, because monogramming is too hard otherwise!
How many Santas does one family need?
Onerous task weekend, day 1 was a success. Went through and cleaned up our old files AND got all my sister's old shredding (20 or so banker boxes) to the shredders. Anyone got some wine?
My voice is approaching Kathleen Turner territory, but the sinuses weren't as mad at diving under. Definitely still pissed, though. And there was unintended napping today. Weirdest possible cold ever.
But I did fall down the stairs after successfully negotiating them with 40lbs of litter, awkward boxes and the vacuum. But apparently just walking empty handed is problematic. Elbow is sore, but otherwise my falling skill are still excellent.
Hoping to swim in the morning in case the weather closes the Y early (likely overreaction if it does) and so I can go to the parade (unless the weather is shit.) I could walk there in 30-40 minutes, but I don't want to have to walk back if it is dark (it will be, sun starts setting at 4!) and even less so if it has turned to rain. And I don't want to be driving even a couple miles and trying to get out of iffy parking if it does go to shit (now that we're down a free parking lot over there.) Decisions, decisions. I'd hate to miss the parade and lisah's hosting!
My brother is trying to find a new loan. VA canned his on account of something with the title of the house (foreclosure in the last couple years, though not a foreclosure now. It's some Alabama thing.) It's his birthday tomorrow. Happy fucking birthday. I'm trying to help, but not of much use.
Anyone got some wine?
Yes. And I'll share.
But I did fall down the stairs after successfully negotiating them with 40lbs of litter, awkward boxes and the vacuum. But apparently just walking empty handed is problematic.
Seriously, how do we do this? Also feel better. Ice, Epsom salt baths and all that.
I am winning at home humidification. I threw a Good Earth tea bag into the simmering stock pot of water on the stove.
Ow, Sara!
Good job, Burrell.
I'm still not all the way unpacked, but I will be tomorrow. Then still to figure out where everything goes. But at least I'll get rid of the boxes.
Several risks were described in a planning document. The company chose to take the course of action for which the risks were evaluated, and what was feared actually happened. Is there a less jargony way to say "the risks materialized" without being horribly verbose? The jargon in this case is probably the most succinct, but affects me like chalk scraping on a chalkboard. I'm willing to add a few words to avoid that, but I'd hate to replace a three word jargon-filled sentence with a paragraph.
Seriously, how do we do this?
It's a real talent, I tell you. Only thing that hurts (that didn't before, I'm an achy mess) is the elbow and it is barely bruising so far, which is shocking. I have eraser-sized bruises on my hands from glancing blows with the lane dividers and ones on my knees (remarked on tonight by the new guard) that I vaguely remember brushing roughly against shit. But land on my elbow first-contact with force such that I'm breathless enough that I can't immediately utter FUCK and my mind immediately goes to the fact my neighborhood nurse is out of commission if I need free advice? No bruising yet.
I tossed in cinnamon and a rooibos ruby red chai teabag into a pot and have been boiling that on and off for moisture the past couple days. Also, for sticking my nose over it and inhaling.
Pumpkin is SNORING. It's hilarious that my skinny little cat is a snorer, but the fatass, NSM.(She's so slender that I sometimes am concerned that Loki's diet -not that it seems to be working- is affecting her, but she's not shy about butting him out of the way, and doesn't act ravenous, so.)
