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I haven’t been blogging much lately. Hell, I haven’t been doing much of anything other than working, cooking, cleaning and exercising. It’s a good thing I enjoy doing three of those things, right? (Guess which one I don’t like…)
Well, maybe I’ve been brooding my way through this divorce, too. Did you know almost half of marriages in the United States end in divorce? Why does anyone even bother getting married in the first place?
It occurs to me that I don’t have a lot to write about when I’m not ranting. I guess I could start writing about the humdrum details of my oh-so-mundane life or my struggles with diabetes and ulcerative colitis, but I know that’s not nearly as interesting as my overwrought rants. I’ll think of something, when I get enough time, probably involving amusing anecdotes and my daughter. Suggestions are appreciated.
I stopped participating in Wordless Wednesday several weeks ago because I haven’t been taking many photos. I did get a few shots of the snow earlier this month, but I haven’t pulled them off the camera to see how they turned out yet. The LCD viewscreen on my camera finally succumbed to the abuse it suffered rattling around in my purse (oops?), so I haven’t been able to spend much time working on my amateur photography skills — even though the world around me is so beautiful. (Cell phone photography just isn’t the same, you know? Any recommendations for a new camera?)
The time I spend with Aya is too precious to waste on any other hobbies, so if it seems like I’m not writing and/or gaming with the usual crowd, I’m not, and I’m not avoiding you guys. I love and miss you guys. . . but moments of true leisure are few and far between these days.
I do wish I had more time.
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
 Mithrandir and Truffle “I meant,” said Ipslore bitterly, “what is there in this world that truly makes living worth while?” Death thought about it. “Cats,” he said eventually, “Cats are Nice.
–Terry Pratchett
Although I’ve decided that I’m subtracting a year from my age until I’m 29 again, I want to thank everyone for their Happy Birthday wishes. Jen, Rob, Mel, Matt, Missy, Pinky, Sarah, Ravi, Troy, Heather, Sue. . . Thank you for thinking of me! You are all very dear to me.
I also received a wonderful message from Jen, whom I have not spoken with in far too long. It made my day. If Lil and I had a triplet from whom we were separated at birth, it would be Jen; we are kindred spirits. Jen’s birthday is today, and the world is a better place for her being born.
I want to sneak an extra special thanks to Mel, who got me started on a paid account at LiveJournal. You’d think after using LJ for almost a decade, I would have had a paid account before now!
Since Aya will be with her father and his family for Christmas, and I have to work on the solstice, we opted to celebrate Saturnalia on December 17. Best not-Christmas ever. We baked cookies, opened presents, lit candles, had ham and edamame and pie and ice cream. Aya found the most insightful gifts – a candle for me (“because you love candles and have them everywhere”) and an ornate silver compact mirror for Lil (“because it looked like something Lala would have”).
On Friday night, my twin and I got all dressed up and went to go see The Nutcracker. Really. ALL dressed up – formal gowns were on sale at the local mall, so I got what Lil pointed out is the exact opposite of my wedding gown. Same length, similar cut, only all black. (How appropriate!) But I still wore my boots. I’m that kind of girl. Aya commented, “You don’t even look like my mom!” when she saw me in the gown. I felt a little crushed by that, but then again, I am always in jeans. I tried to upload photos from my cell phone to Facebook, but utterly failed and gave up after about ten attempts.
Anyway, the ballet was wonderful. The costumes and sets were great. Unsurprisingly, I cried a few times. Beautiful music does that to me. Aya enjoyed the music more than the dancing. Lil was surprised that I could find my way through downtown back to the freeway in the dark. I wasn’t.
Saturday was relatively quiet, although I ended up with a sore throat and the sniffles by the afternoon. In one form or another, I’ve been sick since November. I’d like to be healthy again!
Best birthday weekend ever.
Hugs and kisses to all.
“Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.”
–Hermann Hesse
So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
I am so disgusted and irritated.
Apparently our landlord let a contractor into the house while I was at work today. I got home from work to find mosquitos buzzing around the house, crushed cigarette butts in the bathroom, tobacco scattered all over the bathroom floor, and the floor in the back room covered with dirt and pine needles. That, or a burglar ripped the gutters off the house and somehow managed to get in and out without taking any obvious loot, and locked up the house when done. Which is more likely?
When the roofing contractor called me yesterday to say they’d received authorization to replace the gutters and do some repairs on the roof and would be doing it sometime this week, he also said that I didn’t need to be home for it. He didn’t say a damned thing about needing entry. No one called to provide notice that they were entering for any purpose (emergency or otherwise), nor did the contractor or landlord leave a note or a card confirming who was there.
It’s after hours, so I can’t actually confirm with the landlord that they allowed someone legitimate access and for what purpose. Had I known they were coming inside, I would have been here.
I feel violated. I’m probably over-reacting, but I’ve been a victim of burglary before. I don’t know if anything is missing, or what paperwork someone might have skimmed through. At the least, the cats (indoor only) could have gotten outside — or they could (may) have eaten the smashed cigarette butts.
What the hell does someone replacing the gutters need to be INSIDE the house for, anyway?
I left a rather strident message for the landlord. We’ll see if they call back tomorrow.
I have a confession to make.
After seeing the movie Twilight, I was prepared to hate the books.
I did, at first.
It took me two tries to get started on the first book. I thought Twilight was too high school, shallow, melodramatic, sappy, etc. It didn’t fit with my idea of vampires. (Vampires don’t sparkle, FFS!)
But on the second try, I read it cover to cover in one day.
I bought New Moon Friday afternoon and literally could not put it down until I had finished it. I was continued reading while walking around the house, doing laundry, making dinner. It totally captivated me.
I bought Eclipse Saturday morning and had the same problem. (At least I was setting a good example for Aya by reading, right?)
I’m going to pick up Breaking Dawn tomorrow.
Image Credit: Twilight “Book Cover” by Katie Freeland under Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial license.
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I have to go clean my cell phone. Now.
STRESS STRESS STRESS. If it’s not one thing, it’s another.
Traffic was awful this morning and I was late for work today. Again. It seems like no matter how much earlier I leave, traffic conspires to make me 5 or 10 minutes late, and we have no leeway. I love my job, but if you’re one second late clocking in on the computer, you’re counted as tardy, and that’s just stupid.
My blood sugar has been running kind of high the past couple of days. Yesterday it was well over 260, two hours after I ate. I was all groggy and thirsty. Granted, I had some chocolate with lunch, but not enough to send it rocketing that high.
I have way too much to do at work and not enough time to do it. I’d like to take a vacation – but I can’t. My work won’t get done while I’m out, and it will only get worse. It’s little satisfaction that most of my co-workers are less swamped yet further behind.
There’s more, but I’ve indulged in the whinge enough for tonight. PLUS! I got home from work tonight and discovered my order from ZOMGZ CUTE HAD ARRIVED! I ordered some earrings for Lil, and elf_fu snuck in a couple of extras from her Etsy offerings that I’d been coveting.
Cuteness is the PERFECT cure for stress and whinging.
I’m going to go watch V now.
I so need to update my roleplaying resources page. Sadly, a few of the generators I had linked to have disappeared. Those were my favorites, too.
However! I found this via StumbleUpon: John’s Dungeons and Dragons Utilities. It has nearly EVERTHING you’d need to build a quick dungeon crawl for a few friends: name generators, dungeon contents and description generators, spellbook generators, city generators, traps, treasure and magic items generators. And more. LOTS more.
Anyone want to get together for an online game? I’ll GM!
I had this horrible dream last night. World War 3 had started, the first salvo of nukes had been fired, and the city I live in was a target for a number of reasons. But I wasn’t there; for some reason I was in London, which was on its way to developing a charming post-apocalyptic skyline. (?) And I kept trying to find out where my daughter was and if she was ok, and no one would tell me.
I had a terrible feeling of dread when I woke up.
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