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dragonlady7I am most terribly sleepy. This is probably because I stayed up lateish reading Scary Go Round, which is a comic that is not so much funny as in you laugh at every panel, but more sort of absorbing, in that while his world and characters are not terribly well-explained, they are compellingly weird, and draw you into their worldview in which it is perfectly normal to react to a small vampire invading your bathroom by trapping it under the garbage can and then wrapping it up in a sheet like a bad cat. And, of course, it is highly amusing, and contains lines like "Don't irresponsibly give yourself to Jesus!" For some reason other people either find it distracting or additionally amusing that the cartoonist and thus the characters are British, but that hasn't had such an effect on me. And of course it's marvellously drawn, and features a number of attractive women as main characters, and has multiple story lines involving ninjas, near-death experiences, zombies, aliens, goblins, alternate dimensions, killer death bears, and of course terrifying imaginary friends, without taking any of them very seriously. (How can you go wrong?)
I have planted all my hyacinths and snowdrops. I have crocuses and muscari left over. Once again my eyes are bigger than my garden; perhaps 25 crocuses was reasonable, but I'm not sure what I was thinking when I impulse-purchased 50 muscari. Especially given that I'm not sure what muscari are. ... I know, I know, I'll just look 'em up in the White Flower Farm catalogue and in five minutes will be utterly convinced that they're the greatest thing ever, and will rush out to buy more, but for now there is mud under my fingernails and do you know, that kind of hurts? Bah. (I was even wearing gloves! But it's so wet out there now.)
Our Gro-Lux fluorescent tubes arrived in the mail... did I say that already? I think I did. Well, we have them hung up in the basement now, and I'm filling and sorting pots and the like. Later this week I'll move the seedlings I started on the back porch down there. I'm also probably going to move a bit of furniture and some of my houseplants down there, and make it a kind of a lounge area. Winters are so long and cold and somewhat-dark here (well, they're dark in that the sun's not up when you go to work and it's down already when you come home: however, unlike Rochester, the sun does come out a lot in the winter, and for that matter the summer...) and this house just seems so tiny that I think having a basement haven would actually be a good idea, and gardening down there is just an excuse.
I made an attempt to ride the scooter today but have simply forgotten whatever it was that had me competent on Saturday when I learned how to ride it. I just need to practice a lot, but I am so ignorant that it's not even safe for me to try to drive it down to the parking lot. (I seriously considered walking it the whole way, but I think I'd have to be in the street, and I think that'd be more of a hazard than me attempting to drive it. Given that I simply cannot start it in first without popping a wheelie. I can bring it back out of the wheelie twenty or twenty-one times out of twenty-two (I made that statistic up, but it's probably true), but that's still not really how I'd like to be going down the streets, particularly of my own neighborhood where people might recognize me. So I'm going to have to wait for Z to come home to drive me to the parking lot so I can practice. I know I was good at it. I was so good at it it's crazy. But I'm not now.
In the meantime I am so tired I believe I will take a nap. Which I can do. Because it's my day off.
I have planted all my hyacinths and snowdrops. I have crocuses and muscari left over. Once again my eyes are bigger than my garden; perhaps 25 crocuses was reasonable, but I'm not sure what I was thinking when I impulse-purchased 50 muscari. Especially given that I'm not sure what muscari are. ... I know, I know, I'll just look 'em up in the White Flower Farm catalogue and in five minutes will be utterly convinced that they're the greatest thing ever, and will rush out to buy more, but for now there is mud under my fingernails and do you know, that kind of hurts? Bah. (I was even wearing gloves! But it's so wet out there now.)
Our Gro-Lux fluorescent tubes arrived in the mail... did I say that already? I think I did. Well, we have them hung up in the basement now, and I'm filling and sorting pots and the like. Later this week I'll move the seedlings I started on the back porch down there. I'm also probably going to move a bit of furniture and some of my houseplants down there, and make it a kind of a lounge area. Winters are so long and cold and somewhat-dark here (well, they're dark in that the sun's not up when you go to work and it's down already when you come home: however, unlike Rochester, the sun does come out a lot in the winter, and for that matter the summer...) and this house just seems so tiny that I think having a basement haven would actually be a good idea, and gardening down there is just an excuse.
I made an attempt to ride the scooter today but have simply forgotten whatever it was that had me competent on Saturday when I learned how to ride it. I just need to practice a lot, but I am so ignorant that it's not even safe for me to try to drive it down to the parking lot. (I seriously considered walking it the whole way, but I think I'd have to be in the street, and I think that'd be more of a hazard than me attempting to drive it. Given that I simply cannot start it in first without popping a wheelie. I can bring it back out of the wheelie twenty or twenty-one times out of twenty-two (I made that statistic up, but it's probably true), but that's still not really how I'd like to be going down the streets, particularly of my own neighborhood where people might recognize me. So I'm going to have to wait for Z to come home to drive me to the parking lot so I can practice. I know I was good at it. I was so good at it it's crazy. But I'm not now.
In the meantime I am so tired I believe I will take a nap. Which I can do. Because it's my day off.
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Date: 2005-09-27 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-27 10:20 pm (UTC)And then I couldn't get it started again, not after a half an hour of cranking it.
So obviously, I do not know how to operate it sufficiently well to actually do it reliably in a public place. I am not particularly afraid of it: I have seen it at its worst and know what it has to offer, which is in my case not even a bruise. But I really don't know how to use it. Which is more irritating than frightening, but it would certainly be irresponsible of me to go about doing it on a public road.