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azurelunatic) wrote2002-03-20 02:48 am
azurelunatic) wrote2002-03-20 02:48 am
(and I feel fine)
No book burning or bloodletting yet. Finding floor space. Putting yarn for afghans, and the afghans themselves, into the big blue plastic packing box that has served me so well since I first got it, and its ilk, back in 2000 or 1999. So long ago, it seems now.
I can feel the air from the window colder and clearer, now that the afghan is not on the floor to absorb it and let it warm before slowly diffusing it through the room. Feng shui? The mondo monster candy canes I keep around for their decongestant/throat soothing purposes are scattering chips of peppermint sweetness all over the computer desk, my own new computer desk, forcing me to realize that I will need to clean, and soon, before my parents arrive.
Like Ekaterin, I wish to be seen as a successful adult, doing well on my own. I wish to not, so very painfully, need the parental loans and outright handouts, but I do, I do, I do. At the very least, I want to be seen as keeping a successful house. The living room floor attracts dirt, grime, shreds of things best left unmentioned. The light in the fan is burning out; I should go to the office to get replacement instructions, buy a new bulb for the panel of lights above the mirror in my bathroom.
Why does it take so much to keep one household ticking over right? If I cleared the spell components out from that niche in the sideboard, I think I could fit the afghan components in there. That should work nicely, as some of the spell components in there now are afghan components. Some students make a pentacle (or a hexacle, but call it a pentacle, depending on the tradition) to symbolize their growing familiarity with Earth. Me, I make an afghan. Ritual crocheting 101?
Long ramble. Wrote to my mother a few hours ago, updating her on the state of the Temple. I love being able to put down Rev. when it asks Mr/Ms/Miss/Mrs/Dr/... in online forms. Dear Reverend Lunatic...
I can feel the air from the window colder and clearer, now that the afghan is not on the floor to absorb it and let it warm before slowly diffusing it through the room. Feng shui? The mondo monster candy canes I keep around for their decongestant/throat soothing purposes are scattering chips of peppermint sweetness all over the computer desk, my own new computer desk, forcing me to realize that I will need to clean, and soon, before my parents arrive.
Like Ekaterin, I wish to be seen as a successful adult, doing well on my own. I wish to not, so very painfully, need the parental loans and outright handouts, but I do, I do, I do. At the very least, I want to be seen as keeping a successful house. The living room floor attracts dirt, grime, shreds of things best left unmentioned. The light in the fan is burning out; I should go to the office to get replacement instructions, buy a new bulb for the panel of lights above the mirror in my bathroom.
Why does it take so much to keep one household ticking over right? If I cleared the spell components out from that niche in the sideboard, I think I could fit the afghan components in there. That should work nicely, as some of the spell components in there now are afghan components. Some students make a pentacle (or a hexacle, but call it a pentacle, depending on the tradition) to symbolize their growing familiarity with Earth. Me, I make an afghan. Ritual crocheting 101?
Long ramble. Wrote to my mother a few hours ago, updating her on the state of the Temple. I love being able to put down Rev. when it asks Mr/Ms/Miss/Mrs/Dr/... in online forms. Dear Reverend Lunatic...
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Yay carpet shampooers!