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It's been awhile, sorry for anyone holding their breath for my next spate of deathless prose. Yeah, I thought so.
There hasn't been a lot to say. Well, there's been some, but a lot of it I needed to chew over before it was linear enough to write down...and once I'd chewed it fine, it sort of evaporated.
There are weddings going on that I'm not attending. This makes me sad, because there are people at these weddings I'd hoped to see next week, and now I won't get to see them. There are wonderful folks embarking on new, joined paths, and I'd love to be present to wish them happy, raise a glass, make a toast. Let me just do that here, and waft it westward on a vagrant breeze. You know who you are. All the best, with only enough trouble to leaven it and point up the bright things.
I finally called the neighbor and asked him to mow the yard, since H can't walk to push the mower and the drive belt's gone on the tractor, and he can't exactly crawl underneath it to fix it, and can't find the manual either. The neighbor's brother also works on mowers and tractors, so we may hire it done, as much as that will sting H's Mr. Fixit pride. As it's gusty and damp, it doesn't look like we'll blow the mat of oak blossom off the deck, go plant shopping for 1. a pink mandevilla to train across the front railing, 2. a couple of basils, 3. a couple of sages, 4. a largish lemongrass plant. Nor will we set up the fountain, the swing, nor the new umbrella. Oh, well. The couch and dvds beckon. There're things to be said for a quiet weekend.
There hasn't been a lot to say. Well, there's been some, but a lot of it I needed to chew over before it was linear enough to write down...and once I'd chewed it fine, it sort of evaporated.
There are weddings going on that I'm not attending. This makes me sad, because there are people at these weddings I'd hoped to see next week, and now I won't get to see them. There are wonderful folks embarking on new, joined paths, and I'd love to be present to wish them happy, raise a glass, make a toast. Let me just do that here, and waft it westward on a vagrant breeze. You know who you are. All the best, with only enough trouble to leaven it and point up the bright things.
I finally called the neighbor and asked him to mow the yard, since H can't walk to push the mower and the drive belt's gone on the tractor, and he can't exactly crawl underneath it to fix it, and can't find the manual either. The neighbor's brother also works on mowers and tractors, so we may hire it done, as much as that will sting H's Mr. Fixit pride. As it's gusty and damp, it doesn't look like we'll blow the mat of oak blossom off the deck, go plant shopping for 1. a pink mandevilla to train across the front railing, 2. a couple of basils, 3. a couple of sages, 4. a largish lemongrass plant. Nor will we set up the fountain, the swing, nor the new umbrella. Oh, well. The couch and dvds beckon. There're things to be said for a quiet weekend.
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I could swear I just read posts about you claiming a stairwell for the shindig. I am sorry you can't go. I won't be going, so I'm not sorry in the selfish way, surprisingly.
Which DVDs did you watch?
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Clear? er, at least?
As for dvds, we've Netflixed up to Season 3 volume 5 of H:LotS. We have one more ep to watch, and then Dancing at Lughnasa. I don't know if H will actually watch that one, but I wanted to see it, so I put it on the queue.
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H:LotS is fabulous, isn't it? Dh and I decided to save the DVDs until there's nothing on our TV any longer (which should be in just a few days, sadly).
I'm not familiar with Dancing at Lughnasa. I am familiar with having to pull teeth to get husband shaped people to watch certain things. I have owned the Moulin Rouge DVD for I don't know how long (a year? 6 months, minimum) and can't get him to watch it with me. The thing is, when I finally talk him into watching things in which he has no interest (latest is Joan of Arcadia), he likes them!
Boys.