Change and decay in all about I see
May. 25th, 2012 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSome change passes muster, at least in the boys' eyes. We are trying them on a self-service system, full bowls of crunchies all the time. They have eaten ... well, not enormously, but significantly more than usual overnight, and were not at all hungry this morning. Which means they were not making nuisances of themselves at five o'clock, which is a win on Karen's calendar. We'll see how it goes, if the scoffing levels off; if they become little rotund balls of furry blubber, we'll think again.
In other news, I can report that the sun is actually not shining - oh wait, yes it is. There are fluffy white stuffs in the sky, that come and go. I think they should go and go; I have got used to my eternal sunshine, and I want it back. This is Memorial Day Weekend, which is officially the start of summer; I have no interest in cloud.
This is Memorial Day Weekend, which is a weird phrase whichever way you cut it.
This is Memorial Day Weekend, and like a million Americans and one Brit we are hoping to buy a barbecue, or "grill" as they call it over here. I have stood over many a friend's barbecue, but never really had one of my own, so it's not really an art that I have cultivated yet. I intend cultivation. I've bought a book and everything. And of course I want the biggest kick-assest charcoal grill on the street, which of course is stupid, but. What's that you say? Baby steps? Pffft.
Also, clouds. It's getting cloudier. I've just looked at a weather forecast, for the first time in weeks: brr! Temperatures in the 60s and a 20% chance of rain. What's that about? My eternal summer shall not fade. It says so, right here...
What else? I dunno. We're conventioning all weekend, and I feel like a fraud. How can I be a writer, if I don't have a book to write? Also I am wearing my Linux T-shirt, which is outright fraudulent, as I'm writing this in Windows. Neither a novelist nor a geek I be. Every fair from fair sometime declines (and yes, I know I'm not being fair to myself; I never am), but I hadn't expected it yet.
Mostly I just want to cook stuff, really. And read books, and potter in the garden. But I have this edit to work through (very, very slowly, apparently), and accounts to render, and like that.
And, damn. Clouds.
In other news, I can report that the sun is actually not shining - oh wait, yes it is. There are fluffy white stuffs in the sky, that come and go. I think they should go and go; I have got used to my eternal sunshine, and I want it back. This is Memorial Day Weekend, which is officially the start of summer; I have no interest in cloud.
This is Memorial Day Weekend, which is a weird phrase whichever way you cut it.
This is Memorial Day Weekend, and like a million Americans and one Brit we are hoping to buy a barbecue, or "grill" as they call it over here. I have stood over many a friend's barbecue, but never really had one of my own, so it's not really an art that I have cultivated yet. I intend cultivation. I've bought a book and everything. And of course I want the biggest kick-assest charcoal grill on the street, which of course is stupid, but. What's that you say? Baby steps? Pffft.
Also, clouds. It's getting cloudier. I've just looked at a weather forecast, for the first time in weeks: brr! Temperatures in the 60s and a 20% chance of rain. What's that about? My eternal summer shall not fade. It says so, right here...
What else? I dunno. We're conventioning all weekend, and I feel like a fraud. How can I be a writer, if I don't have a book to write? Also I am wearing my Linux T-shirt, which is outright fraudulent, as I'm writing this in Windows. Neither a novelist nor a geek I be. Every fair from fair sometime declines (and yes, I know I'm not being fair to myself; I never am), but I hadn't expected it yet.
Mostly I just want to cook stuff, really. And read books, and potter in the garden. But I have this edit to work through (very, very slowly, apparently), and accounts to render, and like that.
And, damn. Clouds.