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corvaxgirl* I'm thinking of throwing in the towel on the steampunk story. It's not coming together, and I'm thinking sheer stubbornness and refusal to let the terrorists the story beat me isn't really a great reason to write it. I'm thinking also that it's getting harder for me to file down a story to about 5K words which means it's time to start writing a book of some kind, or at the very least, start writing 15-20K stories.
* I'm banging my head against The Four Hour Work Week. It feels like an 80/20 split of him unapologetically jizzing in your hair about how awesome he is/useful information. I hate having jizz in my hair so this is a v. difficult field to mine.
* Over the weekend, I went to GoG's beltane rit and had a lovely time making an altar to Aphrodite and making floral wreaths and other crafts. Had fun hanging out with a lot of GoG friends, JohnM brought Sam for her first public beltane rit so it was fun showing her the ropes or ribbons as it was. ;p It got omgcold and started to rain a little so Jow and I headed home right after the rit and stopped at wegmans to get stuff for a lovely cozy little indoor picnic at our place.
* So, I took Mothra out to a winery for Mother's Day & Cracker Barrel as per her request. At the winery (which, man, they had you coming and going, I have never been charged so much for a wine tasting in my life), after merrily throwing back a few tastings which are like 1/10 of a wine glass, I asked her if she wanted to taste one more wine, and she was all (regretfully), I can't, I'll get sick.
(a) Mothra had like a glass and a half, tops.
(b)Holding my mom's hair would be traumatic for both of us.
(c) Melissa would kill me because whenever she travels on a holiday, mom and I manage to get into mischief that she (yes! My sister!) disapproves of. For those of you who know my sister, really let that thought marinate in your brain for a while.
So I was like, oh shit, Melissa will kill me if you get sick on Mother's Day on my watch. Mom nodded. We went on the winery tour instead. The contents of Mothra's stomach stayed where they belonged.
* Sunday night april and james came over to hang out.
* Monday I ran a bunch of errands and helped April with her resume
* Am starting feel closer to what passes for "normal" for me, which is good because I was becoming quite the little beastie. 21 days low grade sick/fibro issues is too much.
* No word on summer hours yet
* May be getting a main house altar soon!
* Am now feeling well enough to try to work on life hacking stuff past the Leechblock, slowly.
* Tonight, Jow and I will be making a french menu: radishes with butter and seasalt, chicken provencal with baby vegetables, and chocolate honey mousse.
* I'm banging my head against The Four Hour Work Week. It feels like an 80/20 split of him unapologetically jizzing in your hair about how awesome he is/useful information. I hate having jizz in my hair so this is a v. difficult field to mine.
* Over the weekend, I went to GoG's beltane rit and had a lovely time making an altar to Aphrodite and making floral wreaths and other crafts. Had fun hanging out with a lot of GoG friends, JohnM brought Sam for her first public beltane rit so it was fun showing her the ropes or ribbons as it was. ;p It got omgcold and started to rain a little so Jow and I headed home right after the rit and stopped at wegmans to get stuff for a lovely cozy little indoor picnic at our place.
* So, I took Mothra out to a winery for Mother's Day & Cracker Barrel as per her request. At the winery (which, man, they had you coming and going, I have never been charged so much for a wine tasting in my life), after merrily throwing back a few tastings which are like 1/10 of a wine glass, I asked her if she wanted to taste one more wine, and she was all (regretfully), I can't, I'll get sick.
(a) Mothra had like a glass and a half, tops.
(b)Holding my mom's hair would be traumatic for both of us.
(c) Melissa would kill me because whenever she travels on a holiday, mom and I manage to get into mischief that she (yes! My sister!) disapproves of. For those of you who know my sister, really let that thought marinate in your brain for a while.
So I was like, oh shit, Melissa will kill me if you get sick on Mother's Day on my watch. Mom nodded. We went on the winery tour instead. The contents of Mothra's stomach stayed where they belonged.
* Sunday night april and james came over to hang out.
* Monday I ran a bunch of errands and helped April with her resume
* Am starting feel closer to what passes for "normal" for me, which is good because I was becoming quite the little beastie. 21 days low grade sick/fibro issues is too much.
* No word on summer hours yet
* May be getting a main house altar soon!
* Am now feeling well enough to try to work on life hacking stuff past the Leechblock, slowly.
* Tonight, Jow and I will be making a french menu: radishes with butter and seasalt, chicken provencal with baby vegetables, and chocolate honey mousse.
