En attendant teenagers
Jul. 19th, 2010 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI have been awake since 5am, which is just foolish.
I have baked bread, and also brownies.
I have walked across the moor to the supermarket, and bought beer and coke and milk. Heavy liquids are heavy.
I have learned that if you want a debate to spring hotly to life in your LJ, you should mention Esperanto, or possibly Klingon.
I have begun the process of stripping out my bedroom. The thought did cross my mind as I began, that not everything that comes out needs to go back in again: in proof of which, I have just walked across the road to the recycling bins, in order to post-to-charity an old and much-loved jacket that saw me through many a winter here. It still has wear in it, I fancy - but not my wear. I threw something out! *pauses for the sounds of gasps, trumpets, &c*
I may yet throw out more things, tho' probably none that I have loved so well. I thought if I started big, it would make the littler stuff easier.
Never grow old, people. I am knackered already, and I hurt every time I bend; this is what comes of heavy liquids being heavy for a mile or so. And young people are coming, in all the unconscious mockery of their litheness and resilience. Sigh.
I have baked bread, and also brownies.
I have walked across the moor to the supermarket, and bought beer and coke and milk. Heavy liquids are heavy.
I have learned that if you want a debate to spring hotly to life in your LJ, you should mention Esperanto, or possibly Klingon.
I have begun the process of stripping out my bedroom. The thought did cross my mind as I began, that not everything that comes out needs to go back in again: in proof of which, I have just walked across the road to the recycling bins, in order to post-to-charity an old and much-loved jacket that saw me through many a winter here. It still has wear in it, I fancy - but not my wear. I threw something out! *pauses for the sounds of gasps, trumpets, &c*
I may yet throw out more things, tho' probably none that I have loved so well. I thought if I started big, it would make the littler stuff easier.
Never grow old, people. I am knackered already, and I hurt every time I bend; this is what comes of heavy liquids being heavy for a mile or so. And young people are coming, in all the unconscious mockery of their litheness and resilience. Sigh.