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Yeah, November’s a wash. We’ll see if I pick the songs back up again in December. Or maybe I’ll work on photography with my new (used, gifted) camera, a Nikon D70! So here’s an alternate something for you to read instead of me blathering about songs I’ve never listened to: Yes, You Are, by Sars [...] I was supposed to go camping today with G. and some other friends, but last night Ruby came in from the woods all limpy and whiny about it. This morning it wasn’t any better, and was actually worse, so we went to the vet. All muscles and joints seemed fine yet she was clearly hurty [...] Weekend of great yuppiedom: Took a small vacation out to Vashon Island this weekend. G. didn’t know where we were going until we started following the signs to the Vashon ferry, as I had planned everything, which really just involved getting us a little cottage and printing out the directions to the lighthouse, and remembering [...] Dogs are snoring, and so is G. I am up late (but not that late) because Ten Things I Hate About You is on, and because I had a cup of coffee at about 3:30, and because my Friday night bourbon is accompanying me. (Julia Stiles has amazing hair in this movie.) I have an [...] I think my toe might be broken. But I have an awesome garden, and the room has finally stopped rocking back and forth now that I’m off the boat after the long weekend. I have to upload a bunch of pictures and then I’ll post for reals. (song: “Firetrap,” the Walkabouts) I can’t believe I ever wondered why I was swearing so much. We just bought the 2nd season of Deadwood and now I remember. Cocksuckers. (Song: “Mother-ucker,” BBJ) I have posted at Knitblog and at Kitchenisms. But not here. Except now I have posted here. (Song: “When I’m 64,” the Beatles) I woke up early this morning — 5:30 — too excited to sleep. Not going to post about the exciting thing for a few more days, when it’s for sure. But staying in bed was boring and I have been regretting the loss of time to sit around and do nothing in the mornings, so [...] Yesterday it was still dark when I left for my 20ish-minute walk to the bus stop. I was cranky as I walked down the hill to the I-5 overpass, and composed a post in my head about how wretched it is to wake up every day before it’s light out and get home after it’s [...] |
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