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I can do this. Slaughter setup, yurt teardown, sort out what’s going back in my car and what’s going into storage in the barn for the winter. I already dropped the box full of glass lanterns so I’m just throwing that into storage and I’ll sort it out in April, I can’t handle that. All soft goods are going back to Buffalo because mice will eat them here. All liquid items are going back to Buffalo because they will freeze or get mouse-eaten here. All yurt wall and ceiling hangings are going into the granary here to block drafts during wreath-making season, and will come down and probably take a brief trip out to Buffalo for laundering before they come back out to go in the yurt after it is set up in probably April.
The kerosene heater is going… where? I might offer it to Dad to put in the garage. Hopefully I won’t need it again next year; B-I-L promises that it’ll be almost no trouble to run a power line out to the yurt because the new greenhouse is so close.
There’s so much to do today and once I start it’ll be nonstop so I’m just taking a minute to gather myself.
I was up randomly in the middle of the night last night and actually wrote some Found Cat continuation, which I didn’t mean to do, but that’s because chapter 9 is cantankerously stuck and I need to think about it more. And around here all I can think of is either the cats from Found Cat, which are the sister who lives down in the city’s cats, or transposing Farmbaby’s antics onto a baby Poe.
I haven’t started writing that era yet really, because I need to see Rogue One first, but I can tell you that because when Kes joins the Resistance it’s right after he’s lost a bunch of family members in the Alderaan destruction, all the people he meets there form this impression of him as this very scary, looming, silent, glowery sort of person; he’s so torn-up that he fights sort of overboard-scary, and achieves a ridiculous enemy kill count, terrifying everyone else a little bit. I’m imagining someone finally working up the courage to ask Scary Guy about himself, and the facade slips a tiny bit and he tells them he married far above his station, and they think no way could that be true and then they meet Shara and they’re like, oh, because regardless of context Shara Bey is the baddest bitch in the room.
And their Scary Glowery Blood Knife Man is a big puppydog who wants nothing more out of life than to moon over his wife and snuggle his baby.
Whatever gets me through, right? Maybe I’ll write something again someday.
I can do this. Slaughter setup, yurt teardown, sort out what’s going back in my car and what’s going into storage in the barn for the winter. I already dropped the box full of glass lanterns so I’m just throwing that into storage and I’ll sort it out in April, I can’t handle that. All soft goods are going back to Buffalo because mice will eat them here. All liquid items are going back to Buffalo because they will freeze or get mouse-eaten here. All yurt wall and ceiling hangings are going into the granary here to block drafts during wreath-making season, and will come down and probably take a brief trip out to Buffalo for laundering before they come back out to go in the yurt after it is set up in probably April.
The kerosene heater is going… where? I might offer it to Dad to put in the garage. Hopefully I won’t need it again next year; B-I-L promises that it’ll be almost no trouble to run a power line out to the yurt because the new greenhouse is so close.
There’s so much to do today and once I start it’ll be nonstop so I’m just taking a minute to gather myself.
I was up randomly in the middle of the night last night and actually wrote some Found Cat continuation, which I didn’t mean to do, but that’s because chapter 9 is cantankerously stuck and I need to think about it more. And around here all I can think of is either the cats from Found Cat, which are the sister who lives down in the city’s cats, or transposing Farmbaby’s antics onto a baby Poe.
I haven’t started writing that era yet really, because I need to see Rogue One first, but I can tell you that because when Kes joins the Resistance it’s right after he’s lost a bunch of family members in the Alderaan destruction, all the people he meets there form this impression of him as this very scary, looming, silent, glowery sort of person; he’s so torn-up that he fights sort of overboard-scary, and achieves a ridiculous enemy kill count, terrifying everyone else a little bit. I’m imagining someone finally working up the courage to ask Scary Guy about himself, and the facade slips a tiny bit and he tells them he married far above his station, and they think no way could that be true and then they meet Shara and they’re like, oh, because regardless of context Shara Bey is the baddest bitch in the room.
And their Scary Glowery Blood Knife Man is a big puppydog who wants nothing more out of life than to moon over his wife and snuggle his baby.
Whatever gets me through, right? Maybe I’ll write something again someday.
