tinhuviel: (Shakespeare)

It’s been an interesting few days.

 

I’ve been trying to unpack and do laundry, but have been battling where to put what, because I’m having problems getting this chest of drawers and side table put together, and I’m unsure where to place the shelves until I get the couch and have it in the proper position.  So I’m just sort of in a move-in suspended animation until tomorrow, when I’m scheduled to finally get the couch.

 

As I unpack and sort stuff, I learn of the things that I need and don’t yet have.  Like a broom.  I’ve already asked that someone revoke my Witch Card, because this shit is off the hook.  Who has ever heard of a Witch without a broom?  I was going to use the Swiffer one kind soul sent to me, but I forgot the sweeper needs batteries, so all I can do until I get to a store is just look at it, and look at the floors that won’t be getting cleaned for another couple of days.  Oy vey!

 

On Wednesday, a maintenance dude came to refurbish my tub and sink.  At first, I was told that Toby, Smidgen, and I would have to be gone for four hours after he had used the paint, but he seemed to think that the complex people were being overly-cautious.  He did warn that the paint had a strong odour, but that was fine, because I liked it once he used it.  Then again, I love the smell of gasoline, so I'm a bit of an olfactory mutant.  He got to work sanding the tub down, as he waited for his boss to bring the paint he needed.  She brought it after about two hours, but she brought the wrong paint, and what the dude needed was all the way in Simpsonville.  He asked if he could return the following morning, and I said yes.  He had to leave all his equipment in the apartment overnight, so I kept a couple of lights on, so I wouldn’t end up falling and breaking my face, or arse, or something else I might need.  He returned the next day and finished the job shortly after Noon.  Right now, I’m super-ripe and look atrocious, because I haven’t had a shower in over 48 hours now.  It’s currently 11:30, so I have less than an hour  to go until I can clean up my act.

 

Yesterday, Micah was swung by to pick up some incense I had for them, and give me some quarters for bills, so I can do laundry.  Stonesthrow has an on-site laundromat, but the machines only accept quarters, and they have no bill changer.  I found a drink machine in the gym this morning, and thought that might be an option for when I don’t have quarters or a way to get quarters, but the drink machine won’t take my bills!  Frustration is too weak a word for this situation…. Anyway, a few hours before Micah was to arrive, my phone died.  I figured it just needed to be charged.  But it wouldn’t come on, even after an hour of charging.  Nothing I did would make it show any sign of life.  I panicked.  With my health issues, not having a phone is not an option.

 

Thankfully, Micah was kind enough to haul my butt to AT&T, where I was prepared to bite the bullet and sign a contract, so I could get a new phone.  Everything was in order, until they asked for my identification, which I lost, along with my social security card, in the move across country.  The only way I can get a new phone, the service agent said, was to order it online.  Shiiiiiit!  But she did try this one wee trick to see if there was any hope for the phone, and the battery symbol popped up on the screen.  She explained that, sometimes, phones just get locked up and, if you press the power and home buttons at the same time, it can reboot them, and they are okay.  She suggested I take the phone home, hook it up, and do the reboot.  

 

IT WORKED!

 

So, it appears I don’t need a new phone after all.  I just need to learn every clever tip and trick having to do with the iPhone 5s, and I need to do it as soon as fucking possible, before I find myself in a panicked state, simply because I’m ignunt.

 

Anyway, it was great meeting and hanging out with Micah, whom I initially met online through my friend Cameron.  They are a delightful person, and I’m really looking forward to watching them perform in an outdoor production of William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night’s Dream, in which they play Puck!  Cameron, Cindy, and I were originally scheduled to go to the Saturday production, but Cameron is now thinking it’ll be Sunday, instead, which works better for me, considering I’m supposed to be getting that couch on Saturday.  Back to Micah, we share a fascination for the Arabic language and alphabet.  They are learning Arabic in school and seemed pleased when I told them that my original Rhyllan alphabet was inspired by the Arabic alphabet.  (I really need to turn Rhyllan and Tarmian Tarmi am Tynillim into digital fonts, but I’ll have to wait to get a printer/scanner for that.)  Micah is a brilliant person, and exudes a deep kindness.  Toby could not get close enough to them when they were here.  When they found out I was a Witch, they expressed some interest in learning more about Wicca, since their brother had recently been talking about it as well.  Once I have all my gear unpacked and have the apartment in order enough to where I can cast a Circle to my satisfaction, I'm going to invite Micah, and anyone else who might want to participate, to an open Esbat ritual.  By then, I'll have furniture for people to sit on, and receptacles out of which they can eat and drink!

 

I find it telling that I have only been back in South Carolina a month, and I’ve already made a new friend in Micah, and a potential new friend and neighbour, whom I met a couple of days ago.  Her name is Christa, and she stopped me as I was walking to the mail box, because she spotted my Pentagram pendant.  She’s moving in later on this month, and she’s an herbalist/acupuncturist who has dabbled in Wicca in the past.  She wants to get together once she’s settled.  I spent four years in San Diego and only made a tiny handful of friends right at the end of my stay in the area.  It isn’t that San Diegans aren’t friendly, this is about me.  I have to admit I was unwilling to get out there and be proactively social.  To be honest, I think that if I had remained in San Diego, I would have become a shut-in, because my social anxiety out there was out the roof.  I don’t know why, but I intend to suss it out over time, because I think it’s important to know the reasons behind my inability to interact with others there, when I don’t seem to have a problem with it here.  If I discover the roots of this behaviour, I can work to rectify it in the future.

 

Thanks to my Tribe, another very happy difficulty I’m having with getting unpacked and organised, is I keep getting more packages, which means I’m inundated with boxes, which are getting in the way of unpacking more boxes.  I’m not complaining, I think it’s ironic and hilarious!  For now, I’m holding on to the better-made boxes, and have put out the word that they are available to anyone who needs them, for whatever.  If I haven’t heard anything by Saturday evening, I’m beginning the arduous task of breaking them all down and taking them to the recycling bin across the way.
 

Speaking of Tribe and new friends, I’ve also connected with a local artist, who has created a piece of art for the new pad. I’m looking forward to meeting Modesto and seeing the barn he has drawn.  I had told him to make anything he felt would be good for me and, even though we’ve never met, he decided on a barn.  I have a weakness for barns and, especially, lighthouses, so this was perfect.  I’m thinking the barn will go in the dining room.  I can’t wait to meet Modesto, with whom I hope to work in the future to create an all-inclusive artistic community for the Upstate of South Carolina.  I’m in the market for other art, as well.  I’m hoping Janice will paint me a lighthouse, when her life settles down enough to where she can get back to her painting.  Also, I’ve found this print representing my patron Goddess, Lilith, that I’m keen on putting in the living room.  I also want to get a Tolkien-focused piece of art for the living room.  The other picture I want to put up is the picture of Jesus that Granny painted when I was just a baby.  I grew up believing he was a hippie whose eyes followed me when I moved, and I would flash him the peace sign at least once a day and say, “Peace, brother!”  I left the painting behind when I went to San Diego, because I was afraid it would be damaged in the move.  Now that I’m back, I’m reclaiming it from all the stuff I still have stored in the old house.  Of course, my Shriekback poster will eventually be gracing the bedroom wall.    As for the hall and bathroom, I’m not sure yet what, if anything, I’ll do in the decor department.  Despite my accrual of a shit=tonne of stuff in a very short period of time, I still consider myself a minimalist!

 

Smidgen vomited day before yesterday, and did so again overnight, but she seems to be doing well, other than those two incidences.  Rene is insisting I stick with the plan of taking her back to Dr. Patch next week, so I’m going to swallow my pride to acquiesce.  If it were me, or a situation that did not involve a living entity, I would just wait to address the issue when I could afford it, but that’s not the case, so off we go to the vet’s office one day next week!  And, actually, as I was writing this, she vomited again.  It was clear fluid with a light yellow tinge to it, so I’m a tad worried that her liver is not doing as well as I had initially hoped.  

 

I’m out of milk and sugar, so I checked to see if the Instacart service was available in this area.  It is!  So I’m having my milk, sugar, and a couple of other items I needed, delivered in a couple of hours.  Since I’m waiting on this, I’m postponing my shower until after s/he has come and gone.

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I have an apartment. It will be ready to move in to on the 6th of June. Here's my latest GoFundMe update with the particulars.


First of all, THANK YOU to everyone who has so far helped with this campaign. Your generosity is truly humblings, and I hope I can someday do the same for you, or anyone who may need whatever help I can provide! Now, down to the nitty gritty. I was approved for an apartment at Stonesthrow in Greenville, South Carolina. True, it's not Asheville, but it's closer to my family and friends, both of whom I need more than trying to capture the happiness I felt in my childhood in Asheville. Sometimes, necessity and simple contentment outweigh dreams that may have run their course. The move-in date is June 6th. It is unfurnished, and I have no furniture of which to speak. I have the old dining room table that was made by Grandaddy, at least I think it's still down at the old house. That's it. Needless to say, if I have any money left after paying deposits, rent, and getting utilities and Internet, my funds will be reserved for things like a bed. I still have a long, hard row to sow, so please keep up what little momentum this campaign still has, 'cos I'm still $495 away from my goal, and I'm more than a little scared right now.


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Something alarming occurred the other day, with which I am only now coming to grips.  I’m still uncertain of how I feel about it, so of course, I have come to the Cliffs to process.  

 

Here’s the thing:  When Cameron and I went up to Asheville on Thursday, I felt at home, but I also experienced some unease.  It did not feel like when I arrived in Duncan.  Asheville felt like my heart, my origins, but Duncan felt like family.  And family is what I desperately need right now.  Also, most of my non-Internet Tribe reside in the Greenville-Spartanburg area, which encircles Duncan.

 

If I went to Asheville, I would be on my own.  Completely.  And I’m not sure I want to do that anymore.  In San Diego, I discovered that I was on my own pretty quickly and, even though I was technically with family, I maintained an undercurrent of discomfiture and disconnection for almost the entire four years I was out there.

 

Given my seizures and other health problems, do I really want to risk total seclusion?  In all honesty, I’m not sure.

 

Janice is letting me stay with her for a trial month.  It will be a financial boon as I look for a place, but I’m not currently comfortable landing in a place where I no longer know anyone, have no family, and no way to get to a doctor if I had an emergency.  It may not be the wisest move for me to make, and I’m doing my best to make wiser choices, considering the disaster that was the move West.

 

The grass is not necessarily always greener and, even though the Upstate is the Armpit of Hell, it’s not the Taint, which would be Linda Vista, the neighbourhood in SD in which I lived.  That said, the reasons for each infernal designation are radically different.  The Upstate is the Armpit because of the political and spiritual climate out here.  Even though a good chunk of the population is fraught with narrow-mindedness and ignorance, they’re decent folk, and they understand so much more clearly the importance of family and friendship.  People in San Diego do, too, but the ones I had the most contact with were not among them, so my living environment out there is what makes Linda Vista the Taint of Hell.  It’s no shade on the city of San Diego itself.

 

The rent here is cheaper, too, which would be a serious blessing for the duration I get settled back in, and discover the things I need to purchase to properly do so.  Asheville still isn’t out of the question.  I still dream of living in the place I was at my happiest, but perhaps it’s time for me to simply be content. Besides, my work in activism would be better served in an area that needs it.  I don’t want to preach to the choir, I want to reach people who have no idea they are living in bondage, a bondage of the mind and spirit.  San Diego is woke as fuck, and Asheville is deeply aware, but the Upstate is caught up in the machinations of Aggressive Stupidity, and many people being carried along in that wave don’t know they have options.  

 

So, yeah, I’ve got a lot to think, pray, and write about these next few days.  In the meantime, I’m keeping all options open, and I’m waiting for the place I need to be, to be revealed.  I’ll know it when it happens.

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The following was handwritten during my trip from San Diego to Greenville-Spartanburg.

May 8, 2017, 10:40 PM PDT
I'm on the plane, bound for Greenville.  It's hard to believe I've come full circle, and even harder to believe that I'm so happy to be returning to the South.  The Mother Unit brought me to the airport.  We did a one-armed hug to say goodbye.  Kind of sad, really, but I really didn't expect much more, if anything.

She and Matt are still in the process of packing, so they probably won't leave until Wednesday.  Losing Pinky took a physical toll on them, so they did very little in the moving department today.  I would have been the same way, had it been Toby or Smidgen lost to the wild.  I feel terrible that Pinky got outside.  Matt feels he did not surve the night, considering it was cooler than normal and rained cats and dogs all night.  Sorry luck, regarding the weather.  I can't help but think some karma was at work here, although I'm not at all happy with a little life being lost in the process.  It would have been better if Mama Bird had been the one to get out, since she might possess some rudimentary memory of her time in the wild.  Even if she weren't able to survive, she would still be better off dead, considering her ungodly time in captivity, along with fact that she lost her mate not long ago.

May 9, 2017, 7:40 AM EDT
Toby, Smidgen, and I just boarded the flight going from Charlotte to Greenville.  I transported the dynamic duo from the San Diego plane to the transfer flight in a wheelchair.  They're getting better treatment than I am on this journey!

The sun was just rising when we landed in Charlotte. It was an incredibly cathartic experience to see a blanket of green bathed in sunlight, muted by buttermilk clouds.  I haven't seen buttermilk clouds in years. Contrails?  Absolutely.  But no buttermilk.  I could even see the mountains - MY MOUNTAINS - from the sky.

We're about to take off, scheduled to land in approximately an hour, maybe less.  Cameron is meeting me at GSP, and is taking me by Wal-Mart on the way to Janice's.  I have reserved a hotel room at the Quality Inn for the next couple of days in order to give Janice more time to accommodate my hopefully brief stay with her and Uncle Michael.  I need to find more permanent arrangements as soon as humanly possible, but I've got to take at least a day to recuperate from the chaos of the past week; otherwise, I'm going to shut down and get nothing done at all.

I need to buy another pair of pants, some panties, and a couple of shirts.  Why?  Because my dumb ass packed all the clothes I have, including the ones I'd set aside to bring with me, save for the ones I'm currently wearing, and the movers won't have my stuff to me for about a week.  The last thing I needed was to have to spend more money I wouldn't otherwise need to.

I rode all the way across the country with my arms tucked underneath my tee shirt.  It was cold as all Sith Hell on that airplane!  The woman who shared the row with me was flying out to attend a funeral and had to bring her dog with her, a Jack Russell Terrier named Sia, who she feared would go ballistic if she saw Smidgen and, especially, Toby.  Thankfully, they didn't spy one another, having their vision limited tucked under the plane seats, so it was a very quiet flight.  I left the seat between us empty, and told her to feel free to use it and the tray table, if she needed.  We ended up using the middle tray for our beverages, which allowed for more room for our appendages.  If I could afford it, I would always buy two seats, pets or no, simply for the convenience just that little bit of space provides.  Alas, it would probably be cheaper just to fly First Class, if one had the money to throw around like that.

One of the last things the Mother Unit said to me before we parted ways was to point out that I would be amazed at how large the seats would seem, since I hadn't flown since my panniculectomy.  She was right.  I was able to sit sideways for a while, as I watched You Tube vides on the computer.  Of course, I'm still not over the fact that I'm sitting here in a large women's tee shirt and size 6 jeans.  What I want to know is where the rest of me ended up because, according to the laws of physics, there are 210 pounds of me floating around the observable universe in some form or another.

I can't believe that I'm almost finished with this journal.  It's a fortunate thing that I thought ahead and got an extra when I could afford it, so there would be no interruptions in my handwritten journaling once this one is full.  The only thing I need to do to make it ready to be written in, is to finish inking the owl cover, like I did with this journal.  The colours will be different, obviously, but the finished product should be just as pretty, if not more so.

Well, this was a short flight.  We are already about to land after only approximately thirty minutes in the air. It seems we spent more time on the tarmac than we did actually flying!  I can't wait to see Cameron and all my Tribe and family.  I just hope Cameron finds me okay, 'cos my phone is dead and I currently have no internet connection.  Ye gods.  

We just landed at 8:25 AM.  I'm home.


One more thing before I conclude this entry.  You know you're at an airport in the South, when about half the seats made available for travelers are rocking chairs.  The end.

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I had been waiting to make an official announcement about our moving to Longview, Washington when I better knew more concrete details, such as when we were actually moving. I'm certain this is the first time 99% of you have gotten an inkling that we were leaving San Diego. The following account is extremely abridged, as I'm going to wait until the dust settles and make as full and accurate document as is possible.

The long and short of the reason for the move is that Matt's parents followed through on their ultimatum to Matt to clean up his hoard or get out. Everyone's lives are in an upheaval, yet Matt refuses even to admit he has a problem. You can't be a narcissist and successfully get treated for hoarding, because you can't take the necessary first step of confessing that you aren't fucking perfect. But I digress.

About a week ago, the Mother Unit informed me that I would have to pay more rent, but she would make no guarantees that I'd get any more than what I'm getting for my money now, like a bit more room in their refrigerator (I'm currently using one small produce drawer, which makes for more trips to the store, which exasperates the Unit. All that said, one of the reasons I've lost so much weight is that I would go hungry rather than bear the guilt of inconveniencing the Mother Unit to take me to the store.).

Anyway, my other option is to move back East. ...if I can afford it.

So, about a week ago, and a day after I was essentially invited not to move with the Mother Unit and Matt, I was informed that Matt's parents want us all out of the house by Bealtainne, the 1st of May. I had previously been given the vague impression that the move was going to happen in the late Summer. SURPRISE! Needless to say, I've been scrambling to figure out what I'm going to do and how I'm going to do it. If things go as hoped, planned, and ritualised, I'll be selling the Duncan house back to Aunt Janice and using the money to make the move, not back to Duncan, but home, to Asheville. If things don't go as hoped, Smidgen, Toby, and I could end up homeless and stranded in San Diego.

I am simultaneously elated and petrified, because I don't know on which side the coin will eventually rest. The thought of finally returning home brings tears of joy to my eyes, but the idea of being alone in a what is still to me a strange city, with no way to provide even shelter for my bebbies, freezes my heart with terror. At least I won't have to wait for very long to find out our fate. In the meantime, I'm composing a formal request for the GoFundMe account I'm going to set up. If the sale of the house is successful, I'll refund whatever money is given to me via that method. If it's not, then I can use whatever people give me to subsist until something more decisive is in place. Honestly, though, I think this is going to turn out remarkably well, and perhaps even better than I am dreaming. Since I'm usually steadfast in my assertion that the glass is always half empty, I'm taking this optimism as a very good omen indeed.

"Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong."
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Written in Blood is a blog written and maintained by a friend and former co-worker of mine. Yes, we shared Pit time. But also shared a love for movies, darker genres in particular. John was the one who got me hooked on Tarantino films. That makes him A-OK by me.

Anyway, since I'm trying to hawk my wares, as they say, I asked John if he'd mention by books in one of his posts. This is what happened. Click the picture for the remainder of the piece.



I’m not going to lie: Tracy Angelina Evans is a good friend of mine. We’ve worked together, drank coffee together and have been to each other’s homes for dinner on a few occasions. So, when she asked me for a little help to promote her Vampire Relics Trilogy I jumped at the chance.

With one little catch.

I told Tracy she had to answer three questions for me that I could include here.





You would be wise to keep up the going's on in John Mountain's world. Sure, he has a soft spot for the darker side of artistic impression, but he's a true maven when it comes to movies from any time or genre. I know this because I've played Trivial Pursuit with him and have lost miserably. Have a handy link to his main page, and don't forget to press the button that will hook you guys up.


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Even though there's a fenced in back yard here, that Toby relaxes in all day, I find myself compelled to walk him through the neighbourhood. Believe it or not, the hill back in the Armpit wasn't very conducive to walking, mainly because it had no sidewalks, and the road edges were uneven and pretty damned dangerous for anyone with knee issues.

So now I have a walking area, and lots of it, and Toby loves walking. Even though some people seem to alarm him, he's invariably always friendly with those he encounters, and he's just soaking up all the love.

I've actually walked so much, so far, that I've walked a godawful blister on the ball of my right foot. It hurts, but I've padded it nicely and I'm keeping on with the walking, despite the wonky knee on top of all that. If I keep this up, with the dinky amount of food I'm taking in, I'm going to be a freakin' bone by January. A muscular bone. With no knees. And callouses.

But it feels good to be able to walk, and to have a place to walk, and to have a dog that loves doing it. This neighbourhood reminds me of the quintessential Steven Spielberg movie 'hood. I expect a herd of kids on bikes with ET to round the corner when I'm out walking. It's all just so...Californian.

The Mother Unit has been gone for the majority of the day, off swimming I'm assuming with Jeanne, so I've spent the day chit-chatting with Matt, who seems to be a diehard conspiracy theorist. I do appreciate that! After a day of conspiracy, the Unit topped it off by coming home holding a gigantic cherry Slurpee, all for me. That was pretty damned spiffy of her.

Matt has built Toby a dog house. It's gorgeous. I think he was expecting the Tobes to stay out at night, too, but that's not gonna happen anytime soon, if I can help it. Once my room is set up, he'll definitely be in with me at night. Right now, though, the poor pooch is still too traumatised to be separate from me 24/7, so he's going to be in with me at least at night. I explained to Matt that Toby is a problem child who just went through a seriously horrid experience getting across country. So I think we have that settled for now. And it'll all be good, once the room is ready.

Anyway, when I haven't been walking, I've been zoned out in a like this half-sleep state. I called it Road Lag over on Facebook. I'm sure, once I've gotten used to the difference in time, I'll be back to my old insomniac self. Oh joy.

But I'm not complaining, not even about the inevitable insomnia. I'm just glad to have some company. I'm glad to have noise around me that isn't produced by me. I'm glad to not be haunted.

I haven't had a moment of homesickness. But you have to have had a feeling of home in order to experience homesickness, but I've essentially been homeless for two years, so the transition has been seamless. Hopefully, I'll have my room ready this week, and can stop feeling like a barnacle on the household's arse. I am not fond of being in the way and, even though the Mother Unit says that's not the case, I can't help but feel like a bit of a transient, sacked out on the living room floor with my cat in a pen next to me, and my dog hiding underneath the covers.

If I heard correctly, Matt is making pasta for supper. That sounds munchalicious. He is an excellent chef.

Home

Aug. 31st, 2011 07:10 pm
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So I am home.

The place is so empty, yet so full of Aunt Tudi's presence. The animals keep looking for her. So do I.

How long will this last? I don't think I can take it.

I'll be spending the night at Janice's and Uncle Michael's.

I am utterly bereft.
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A couple of years ago, I heard that it may be possible to live overseas and still draw disability. If this is the case, I am hying myself to England or Wales as quickly as I possibly can. Of course, I'm taking Aunt Tudi with me and will have to wait the six months to quarantine the beasties. Ideally, I'd like to live in the West Country because it's the most inspirational for me. Avebury, Swindon, some village near Stonehenge. Anywhere. I'm not picky, as long as it's the UK. Rhyl, Cymru would be cool too. The mythical land of Rhylla, the land of the Tarmi, comes from Rhyl.

I've already written the Federal Benefits Unit in London to get information regarding this. If this turns out to my favour, my status as an expatriate will be official as soon as humanly possible. What a dream come true it would be to go back home to the UK, be amongst friends, and find in the countryside my true heart.

Home

Apr. 29th, 2010 05:29 pm
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[livejournal.com profile] brujah prompted me with this: Describe the word home, the feelings associated with it, and the people and places you pin to the word.

Wow, this is deep.

Home, to me, is a place where I can embrace my inner naturalists without fear of retribution. Yes, I run about nekkid a lot at home, so shut up. But home in the deeper sense of the word speaks to me in the sounds of the ocean and the whisper of faint breezes. Home is never too hot that it sucks out your will to live and never too cold that you feel as though the grave haunts your very breath. It sings of rolling hills that could easily hide Hobbit holes and honoured tombs of heroes long forgotten by the loveless ones. It's a land that harbours soft-spoken artists and echoes of merry laughter at any whim it fancies.

In 2006 I visited my home. It was England, My Lionheart. Someday, I'll make it back, but my ticket will only be one way.
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Home!

Jul. 30th, 2008 02:38 pm
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After a very long day at work, I finally made it home. Sitting underneath the contorted filbert was my Smidgen, looking all self-satisfied with her lush fur fanning out in a bib of perfection.

I love her )

It's so good to be home. I was out of my uniform and in a night shirt five minutes after walking through the front door. Yippity-skippity-hoo!

Invasion

Oct. 10th, 2005 03:21 pm
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Some haint who used to live in the Father and Stepmother Units' neighbourhood has come for a visit before she goes back to Pennsylvania. She has one of those nasally, high-pitched voices that sounds naturally insincere. I'm hiding in the computer room in order to hopefully avoid having to meet her, as I haven't had my shower for the day and am currently schlepping around in plaid boxer shorts and my "Freak in the Room" tee shirt. I'm an utter fright and feel just as well as I look. So leave me alone, you socialising biddy, lest I frighten you unto eternity!

The urge to flee home is almost overwhelming. Why am I such a homebody, that I can't hardly bear to leave the house and begin to get all hinky when I'm gone too long? It's not so bad when I fly somewhere 'cos I know that I can't just pick up and run home but, when the domicile is only a few hours drive away, I'm so tempted...so very tempted...

The local radio station has an Electric Light Orchestra fetish. They're playing all manner of ELO music today. This pleases me. Bibi Burdie sings to the radio all day long. He sings and chatters and talks up a storm. Surely he has to be the smartest, or at least the most talkative, budgie to have ever graced Mother Earth. It's a hoot when you walk past his cage and he says "I'm stuck in here!" They let him out a lot, so he's not like most house birds and wholly incarcerated. Perhaps all the interaction is what has made him the bird he is today. Right now he's singing along with Aunt Tudi whistling to an ELO song on the radio...."Strange Magic" I think it is. That's a good 'un.

I'm thirsty and hungry. But the haint is in the kitchen. Damn!
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When I'm in The Pit, I have a computer at my fingertips every single second of the day. It's not that way at home. At home, I have to pull out the laptop, grind it into action, then get online via a dial-up connection. Once I'm online, I have several animals and Aunt Tudi pulling my attention away from whatever online task is at hand. I don't post to LJ as much at home and understandably so.

Tomorrow, I begin my last week in The Pit. It will also probably be my last week of mega-posting to my journal. I will have to keep notes inside my head and make longer and less frequent posts. And, to be honest, I won't have as much to write about since I will no longer be enslaved in The Pit. Like any good Sith, unhappiness, anger, and dissatisfaction drive and inspire me. After this coming Friday, I will no longer have that.
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Well, after a really scary day at work and about an hour of insane exercise, I am finally at home and vegging in front of the computer. It's a Good Thing, 'cos I really needed to chill for a while...well, chill might not be a good word since it's 90 some odd degrees outside and the A/C is in the other room. Let's just say I'm half-baked. ha ha

Llew was supposed to come to the abode tonight but he was out in the heat earlier and got rather ill himself, so he opted to stay home and vegetate himself. I don't bloody blame him, but I do miss him. We'll reunite tomorrow though.

Just heard from MmmMmmmm. Seems she got a wee note from a soul we mutually admire. She's rather pleased. Yay for MmmMmmmm!

Y'know, perching on the end of my bed like a fucking gargoyle just to work on the Internet is no fun. I really must get my modem card replaced in the laptop so I can be free...not to mention being able to start my work on the Shriekback site again...SHEESH.

So, one more day at the hellhole and I can forget about it for 2 days. That Black Music Month hooya is still going on and it has run me so far behind in my regular duties that I'm ready to pull out my hair. If you see a pudgy Sinead O'Connor lookalike, you can figure I finally lost it and started yanking out hanks of head floss.

End of Babble. Good Night, Sweets!

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