A sea voyage, and other idleness
Nov. 4th, 2012 01:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceMy shipping? Has been shipped. On a ship.
Barring interventions by Neptune, pirates, US customs or other unfortunates, the boys should have a lot of boxes for Christmas. And I all my knives again, and a few more books, and like that.
In meanwhile news, we were very busy yesterday (we went to a convention, and then a party after: Borderlands is fifteen! Which is nearly old enough to leave home, tho' nowhere near old enough - in this country - to drink what it was serving last night), and today we are being idle. Karen is playing WoW; I am alternately reading and rendering lard two different ways (for science!), which is about the most idle kind of cooking I can think of. Even my reading is idle: I am rereading Wimsey (for work!) while gazing at the pile of books we bought last night (Borderlands must be encouraged and supported, after all; fifteen years is not nearly enough) and thinking that probably I should be reading those instead. But, yeah. Work. Work-in-idleness: it ought to be a flower.
Talking of which, I might just take my book out and sit in the sun in my T-shirt and bare feet...
No snow, no frost;
No sleeves, no socks;
November!
(Later, we'll be going up to the city again for another party, this time for Steve Berman, who was guest of honour at the convention and is the publisher and physical embodiment of Lethe Press, where he's been taking a number of short stories from me for a number of years now, and is currently leaning on me to get my act together in re a collection, and possible other projects...)
Barring interventions by Neptune, pirates, US customs or other unfortunates, the boys should have a lot of boxes for Christmas. And I all my knives again, and a few more books, and like that.
In meanwhile news, we were very busy yesterday (we went to a convention, and then a party after: Borderlands is fifteen! Which is nearly old enough to leave home, tho' nowhere near old enough - in this country - to drink what it was serving last night), and today we are being idle. Karen is playing WoW; I am alternately reading and rendering lard two different ways (for science!), which is about the most idle kind of cooking I can think of. Even my reading is idle: I am rereading Wimsey (for work!) while gazing at the pile of books we bought last night (Borderlands must be encouraged and supported, after all; fifteen years is not nearly enough) and thinking that probably I should be reading those instead. But, yeah. Work. Work-in-idleness: it ought to be a flower.
Talking of which, I might just take my book out and sit in the sun in my T-shirt and bare feet...
No snow, no frost;
No sleeves, no socks;
November!
(Later, we'll be going up to the city again for another party, this time for Steve Berman, who was guest of honour at the convention and is the publisher and physical embodiment of Lethe Press, where he's been taking a number of short stories from me for a number of years now, and is currently leaning on me to get my act together in re a collection, and possible other projects...)