Mmmm, pain.

Had amusing interaction with Darkside. Newcomers, or relative newcomers, to my journal may not recall this, but Darkside and I have a long and honorable tradition of inflicting pain and minor scuff-marks upon each other at school. This is perfectly fine with both of us.

We haven't been doing it lately, but for some reason, today Darkside and I wound up in the finger-sqeezing game. He won: I surrendered. This is the first time I have formally surrendered that game.

There were other things. I have the impressions of his fingernails in my arm, a nerve-pinched shoulder, clawmarks on the back of my hand, and a grabbed nose. (I grabbed his first, and learned the hard way that I shouldn't have, as he has a perpetually runny nose.)

I like mornings like this.

Happy Loony

Well, my English summary paper is done. I hacked away on it for a few minutes, reduced it from seven pages to five, and will be cutting stuff out of it to get it down to three or four for the final draft.

Dawn has job leads for me; I can come by the Career Center later to pick them up. Much yayness.

Brought Tigereye to school with me; worked on my novel during the UML lecture that I'd had last tri with Benes: I do like his classes, but there can be some serious overlap, which he warns us about so we the familiar can do something productive while he yammers on. I'm getting Rose's fainting a little more evocative and less long-winded.

Doing:

Finish Ecol ch4 homework
Call PP for refill
Transfer from NSFCU to WF
Price phones and answering machines (both needed)
Get started on next science homework
Work on UML homework
Install burning software on Tigereye
Back up Tigereye to CD
Do the reading about the motivations for the thing which might have caused a backlash, and if so...
Stop in to Career Services
Hang out with Dawn
Finish purple afghan
Finish Earth afghan
Make another fuzzy afghan
Practice five minute speech
Enter data in tables for Database
Get Tigereye's keyboard fixed
See if Tigereye's floppy drive is fucked (I dropped it this morning!)
Dentist.

Honey, I'm home... Honey?

Got back from class and noticed that neither Votania nor the munchkin were around. Dawn had come with me, in hopes of snagging some fresh Lammas bread.

Unfortunately, the bread dough was sitting out on the stovetop, unbaked.

A while ago, I noticed that the dough was getting crusty, and perhaps it would be best to bake it. It's in a rather large single loaf, because it had hardened on top to the point where it would get nasty if redistributed.

I'm not sure where Votania and Nephew got to; they're not back yet. But the house was locked up, so they're probably just out... somewhere.

Happy Lammas!

Happy to have friends and family. Blessed be.

Blessed be for the wine; blessed be for the bread.

Poetry.

River never really grokked poetry until I started to demonstrate it to him. Not by looking up poems in a book, but by talking to him on the phone, speaking of the view outside my window. I painted it for him, warm wood frame inside, black crackle birch branch with white snow, cold cold. Soft from the sky falling, down... Cold. Warm and dry, watching.

He never got poetry, not until he heard my voice. Then he started to picture it for himself, the way he heard me say it. I knew I had to be careful. Musn't break the boy's mind; I knew what to say, so I musn't say it. All my feelings, thoughts, could be his too, if I phrased it right. I could speak, and he would feel and believe. Thin chalk sidewalk-line of ethics: break the back.