Song of the day....I can’t remember the one for yesterday, which is no big surprise considering that yesterday was the dreaded grocery shopping day. Aaaaargh. Seriously, I’m not even going to write about it, it is just ridiculous. There was absolutely nothing remarkable about it; it just took us five hours rather than six. Hah.
Oh gawd, I almost forgot. There was this teller at the pet store, who asked how much weight I lost, and how much, and ended up saying how she thought I looked guapisima (or something along those lines). Always a pleasure to hear, and fun to see the surprise on their faces (this has happened four times now in the past few months, hah) when I say that I actually stopped dieting and just stopped caring about the whole weight thing. It gave me a little buzz, I'll admit, especially since it reminded me that I've passed the eighty pound mark (lost) just a few weeks ago.
So let’s have fun and go to…yes, today. Nothing remarkable about today either, at least not from your perspective, I imagine. I had fun though. Almost done with the checking of the scenes we altered during the last proofreading session, yay. We found the stunning total of three missing words throughout thirty pages, or so, but that’s about it. Phew. Talk about relief.
And since big brother and I started an hour early this morning, we could start on the daily projects and chores. Yes, admit it. I can hear you cheer! (Sorry I’m in a weird mood today. Hah.)
But anyways, since most of the ongoing projects are coming to a conclusion, I spent the first hour (or two) cleaning out the linen closet, which was a total mess. Jeez. Still, I ended up with all the piles neatly organized and like a handful of fabrics that should have gone in the laundry ages ago, and somehow never got there.
That done, I went outside…it was a wonderfully warm day, and working inside just wasn’t an option…and together with little sister got to work on making a small dresser for my cabin. The old one is annoying me, since the drawers are to darn small, so something a little more manageable would be really handy.
Little sister is slowly getting a handle on this carpentry thing, and while we were putting the cabinet together, middle sister offered to paint my couch. Little brother, on the other hand, worked on the outside bench, which didn’t make it through the last winter. I’ve come to realize that he likes working on his own, so I leave him be, unless he asks something. He too is getting a hang of it, and that is a pleasure to see.
Big brother worked on the electricity today, along with some other little chores that had to be seen to, and grandpa helped with the sawing. So with mom painting her own dresser (we fixed it the day before yesterday) it was a nice day of working in the warm autumn air.
After darkness had fallen, big brother and I headed out for a quick run and to get a batch of rocks. Since we still have to build the new porch still, sometime in spring, stocking up on the bloody things is really necessary. Since we’re out already, we decide to take the long way home and pick up the wood supply that had been put aside for us since last week’s order.
And so the day has come to an end, and with the dogs welcoming us with a choir of barking and howling, we quickly calm them down, have a late dinner and then crawl behind the computers for a quick round on the Net before we call it a night.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Wait for it....All done...sorta. Hah.
Song of the day: “Relight my fire” by Take That featuring Lulu. An oldie for me, but it’s still fun to have tumbling around in my head.
Ah yes, another blog to write and nothing of major interest to write about, darn it. Just the daily stuff so what other choice do I have but to write about it.
All right then, I woke up on the dot, hopped (AKA dragged my whiny butt) out of bed and got started on the day. I distinctly remember that there were dreams, but that is about all I remember about it. Disappointing, isn’t it? Wouldn’t it be grand if I had another exciting dream to write down here? Drat!
There were the usual morning chores, and the washing machine playing hard to get, again. So frustrating. It now takes me up to fifteen minutes of screwing around with the controls until I can get the darn thing working. We’re going to have to take it apart soon, to see what the problem is.
There was some residual soreness from the two in a row runs, but other than that the ol’ body functioned the way it should while I went through the morning stretches and then trudged down to the house.
Still had a little pitfall when I started down, felt like I forgot something, and then ended up thinking about Trin Trin again. Darn.
There was a short writing session for me while I waited for big brother to get through his proofreading session prior to administering the corrections. Got another page added, and then did a full chapter.
We got into a thirty-minute discussion about this sentence, by the way, so if you know the right one, lemme know. Here it goes:
This was my version. (FYI, this is a “dying” scene):
He blinked sluggishly. His eyes popped open with the involuntary intake of a deep, yet faltering breath. Nina was applying pressure to his wound again.
This is what we finally agreed upon, even if I don’t really like to put (an) and (a) in one sentence:
He blinked sluggishly. His eyes popped wide open with an involuntary intake of a deep, yet faltering breath. Nina was applying pressure to his wound again.
We shuffled the stupid thing around like a million times, but I’m still not sure, grrr.
But anyway, after the ridiculously long chapter, the afternoon was in progress and I headed up to my cabin. At last I’ve set aside some time to clean the place, because it’ starting to resemble a pigsty, hah.
It takes about four hours of scrubbing, sweeping and organizing, but around nightfall I’m finally done and the cabin looks almost new on the inside. Yay.
Since we agreed to go for another run the night before, big brother and I haul an old couch up the mountain (took me three trips to get all the pillows up too) and shove it in the back of the car so we can get rid of it at the local landfill that’s on our way. The run gets postponed for half an hour, though, ‘cause the backlight, over the license plate is flickering and we need to fix it first.
That done, we head out and have a forty minute run that went well enough, even though I really didn’t appreciate the chilly wind. The moon was shining, though, and my heels stopped hurting (as a matter of fact, I didn’t feel them at all anymore, at some point, hah) once we got a decent speed going.
So, no, I’m not as fast as big brother, who’s like three inches taller than me, I’m getting there. That is quite an accomplishment, if I do say so myself; and that for someone who didn’t like running at all…well, I’m starting to get a hang of it for sure.
Some more chores followed during the night, the dogs went bonkers while we were out, by the way. They get that way sometimes, for some reason something will crawl up their butts, and no matter what you do, they’ll keep trying to start an orchestra of barking and howling.
But anyways there was a really late dinner, which came down to me stuffing my face before I took my dogs up to my cabin and conked out, face down on my bed until the next morning.
Sleeheeep! I love it. I want to do it more, but since that won’t do any good, I’ll just enjoy it when I can. Hah.
And then we continue on to today, the song: “All summer long” by Kid Rock. Hah. He surprised me with that one. I mean seriously. I don’t like his usual style at all, but that was a fun song.
So today…I really had a lot of trouble getting out of bed today, this wintertime change is a lot harder than the one that took us into summer, but in the end I persevered under the shrill squeal of the alarm ringing for a solid fifteen minutes. I did some stretches, something uncomfortable popped in my lower back—a good thing, considering I felt like a board, or something—and then I was up and about.
Laundry and other chores followed, by some miracle we got the washing machine to work no less than three times today, hah. There was a slight change in the routine when I had to hop in the car to pick grandpa up from the village, but other than that the morning pretty much progressed the usual way.
Okay, the good news…yeeeeaaaahhhh. We finished the last proofreading chapters and except checking a few things that we altered during this particular hike, “Saving Nina” is officially done. Phew.
I’m still not entirely sure how I feel about that yet, seeing as I will have to find a new project to submerge in during the morning hours. Maybe we’ll continue with “Commanding Morgan” the edit, or else I’m going to dive into writing some for as long as that is possible,
I don’t know what yet, but I’ll figure it out, I’m sure.
And with that rather reassuring bit, it was time to head on up to the terrace to start on today’s projects. While little brother started hauling stuff that has been lying about on the road for several weeks now, little sister and I took down one of the “new” cabinets we found recently, so we could work on making two new drawers for it.
It takes a little while to find the right supplies—for some peculiar reason we are rapidly working our way through the massive stash we’ve been piling up for months now—but once we have what we need, we get to it.
After grandpa saws everything on the big machine, it really doesn’t take all that long, and we take it slowly so little sister can steadily learn how such things have to be done. I think she enjoys it, considering she stuck around right ‘till the end when the two drawers were finished and the evening chill was settling around us.
Next, I spent about half an hour scratching old pain of the cabinet frame prior to painting, at which point it was time to start preparing for our planned run again. Considering the temperatures are dropping rapidly by nightfall these days, I asked both sisters if maybe they have an old sweatshirt I could borrow. Now I have two, zipper sweaters size large that fit perfectly and will do very well for my runs.
It’s rather funny that I fit their stuff now, considering I haven’t had this size since I was, like, twelve, or something. I rather got a kick out of it, as a matter of fact.
The run went well, by the way. I managed a solid two hundred yards at semi-full speed before I had to slow down to a very brisk walk. And then, when I caught my breath again, I did three more runs at top speed, before reverting to a sideways skip for a bit and then a backwards jog. I’ve decided to do variety, so I’ll use all muscles available. The pleasant side effect is that I’ll often end up chortling with the backwards run: For some reason it always makes me laugh.
The run over and one with, we headed back home, had dinner of mac & cheese (my body was screaming for carbs and cheese, hah) and then settled down behind our computers for some relaxation before we call it a night.
Ah yes, another blog to write and nothing of major interest to write about, darn it. Just the daily stuff so what other choice do I have but to write about it.
All right then, I woke up on the dot, hopped (AKA dragged my whiny butt) out of bed and got started on the day. I distinctly remember that there were dreams, but that is about all I remember about it. Disappointing, isn’t it? Wouldn’t it be grand if I had another exciting dream to write down here? Drat!
There were the usual morning chores, and the washing machine playing hard to get, again. So frustrating. It now takes me up to fifteen minutes of screwing around with the controls until I can get the darn thing working. We’re going to have to take it apart soon, to see what the problem is.
There was some residual soreness from the two in a row runs, but other than that the ol’ body functioned the way it should while I went through the morning stretches and then trudged down to the house.
Still had a little pitfall when I started down, felt like I forgot something, and then ended up thinking about Trin Trin again. Darn.
There was a short writing session for me while I waited for big brother to get through his proofreading session prior to administering the corrections. Got another page added, and then did a full chapter.
We got into a thirty-minute discussion about this sentence, by the way, so if you know the right one, lemme know. Here it goes:
This was my version. (FYI, this is a “dying” scene):
He blinked sluggishly. His eyes popped open with the involuntary intake of a deep, yet faltering breath. Nina was applying pressure to his wound again.
This is what we finally agreed upon, even if I don’t really like to put (an) and (a) in one sentence:
He blinked sluggishly. His eyes popped wide open with an involuntary intake of a deep, yet faltering breath. Nina was applying pressure to his wound again.
We shuffled the stupid thing around like a million times, but I’m still not sure, grrr.
But anyway, after the ridiculously long chapter, the afternoon was in progress and I headed up to my cabin. At last I’ve set aside some time to clean the place, because it’ starting to resemble a pigsty, hah.
It takes about four hours of scrubbing, sweeping and organizing, but around nightfall I’m finally done and the cabin looks almost new on the inside. Yay.
Since we agreed to go for another run the night before, big brother and I haul an old couch up the mountain (took me three trips to get all the pillows up too) and shove it in the back of the car so we can get rid of it at the local landfill that’s on our way. The run gets postponed for half an hour, though, ‘cause the backlight, over the license plate is flickering and we need to fix it first.
That done, we head out and have a forty minute run that went well enough, even though I really didn’t appreciate the chilly wind. The moon was shining, though, and my heels stopped hurting (as a matter of fact, I didn’t feel them at all anymore, at some point, hah) once we got a decent speed going.
So, no, I’m not as fast as big brother, who’s like three inches taller than me, I’m getting there. That is quite an accomplishment, if I do say so myself; and that for someone who didn’t like running at all…well, I’m starting to get a hang of it for sure.
Some more chores followed during the night, the dogs went bonkers while we were out, by the way. They get that way sometimes, for some reason something will crawl up their butts, and no matter what you do, they’ll keep trying to start an orchestra of barking and howling.
But anyways there was a really late dinner, which came down to me stuffing my face before I took my dogs up to my cabin and conked out, face down on my bed until the next morning.
Sleeheeep! I love it. I want to do it more, but since that won’t do any good, I’ll just enjoy it when I can. Hah.
And then we continue on to today, the song: “All summer long” by Kid Rock. Hah. He surprised me with that one. I mean seriously. I don’t like his usual style at all, but that was a fun song.
So today…I really had a lot of trouble getting out of bed today, this wintertime change is a lot harder than the one that took us into summer, but in the end I persevered under the shrill squeal of the alarm ringing for a solid fifteen minutes. I did some stretches, something uncomfortable popped in my lower back—a good thing, considering I felt like a board, or something—and then I was up and about.
Laundry and other chores followed, by some miracle we got the washing machine to work no less than three times today, hah. There was a slight change in the routine when I had to hop in the car to pick grandpa up from the village, but other than that the morning pretty much progressed the usual way.
Okay, the good news…yeeeeaaaahhhh. We finished the last proofreading chapters and except checking a few things that we altered during this particular hike, “Saving Nina” is officially done. Phew.
I’m still not entirely sure how I feel about that yet, seeing as I will have to find a new project to submerge in during the morning hours. Maybe we’ll continue with “Commanding Morgan” the edit, or else I’m going to dive into writing some for as long as that is possible,
I don’t know what yet, but I’ll figure it out, I’m sure.
And with that rather reassuring bit, it was time to head on up to the terrace to start on today’s projects. While little brother started hauling stuff that has been lying about on the road for several weeks now, little sister and I took down one of the “new” cabinets we found recently, so we could work on making two new drawers for it.
It takes a little while to find the right supplies—for some peculiar reason we are rapidly working our way through the massive stash we’ve been piling up for months now—but once we have what we need, we get to it.
After grandpa saws everything on the big machine, it really doesn’t take all that long, and we take it slowly so little sister can steadily learn how such things have to be done. I think she enjoys it, considering she stuck around right ‘till the end when the two drawers were finished and the evening chill was settling around us.
Next, I spent about half an hour scratching old pain of the cabinet frame prior to painting, at which point it was time to start preparing for our planned run again. Considering the temperatures are dropping rapidly by nightfall these days, I asked both sisters if maybe they have an old sweatshirt I could borrow. Now I have two, zipper sweaters size large that fit perfectly and will do very well for my runs.
It’s rather funny that I fit their stuff now, considering I haven’t had this size since I was, like, twelve, or something. I rather got a kick out of it, as a matter of fact.
The run went well, by the way. I managed a solid two hundred yards at semi-full speed before I had to slow down to a very brisk walk. And then, when I caught my breath again, I did three more runs at top speed, before reverting to a sideways skip for a bit and then a backwards jog. I’ve decided to do variety, so I’ll use all muscles available. The pleasant side effect is that I’ll often end up chortling with the backwards run: For some reason it always makes me laugh.
The run over and one with, we headed back home, had dinner of mac & cheese (my body was screaming for carbs and cheese, hah) and then settled down behind our computers for some relaxation before we call it a night.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Anniversary of 1 year. YAY.
365 days of blogs…okay, admittedly for the past month or so I haven’t done one every day, but I did describe every single day in some shape or form. Wow, who’d have thunk that I’d keep it up, but there you have it. Now it would be grand if I had some sort of amazing thing to write down on this momentous day, but nope, just another couple of normal days for as far as I can see.
So, let’s get to it. Hah.
Song of the day: “Mushaboom” by Feist. There was another one, earlier in the morning, but for the life of me I can’t remember it.
Yesterday. Yeah, okay. I feel a tad mush and I can’t remember all the details all that well. Lemme think…well, there was the proofreading corrections. Minor stuff really, but still working up some enthusiasm at the moment is, like, hard. Hah. It had nothing to do with the story, but everything with my state of mind, I think.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. The day had started about an hour earlier than usual, but still I felt like I was running behind, due to the fact that my internal clock insisted that it was an hour later than wintertime decreed. There was lots of stuff to do; laundry, of course, and big brother finally got around to checking out the washing machine and dealing with the clogging problem. It works again, thankfully.
Same goes for the kitchen sink, which has a tendency to get clogged every month or so. While he was doing that, I took the opportunity to clean the top of the hanging cabinet. There was like a mile of dust on it, and after cleaning the lamps and “pretty stuff” they actually had color again.
Seriously, who’s got time for any real cleaning? I mean, I work for five hours on the computer, do six with whatever project we’re into at the moment, maybe manage half an hour run, do my chores and then just barely have time to drop face down on my bed. Where the heck do I fit in cleaning? Hah.
Anyways, after the short cleaning session, it was time to get to work on the manuscript. Reading gets done, the corrections of another chapter made, and before ya know it, it’s time to shift gears to start on the other projects.
There’s a blank wall in the new office (you know, where we removed the fabric shelves) and since we need more storage space, little sister and I head up to the old horse stable to get wood for a new cabinet that I intend to hang there. There are quite a few sections left of when we put the sibs’ closet together, so armed with those we start construction.
In less than two hours, we have a new cabinet…putting it together was interrupted when the dogs got hold of one of the puppies and almost killed it (nature can be so cruel sometimes). For a moment there I thought the poor thing was going succumb from shock, but after some firm prodding and talking to it, he started breathing again. We pumped the little one full with rescue remedy (flower essences that work miracles for shock) and honeyed watered to give it an energy burst, and though he is still breathing a little labored (there’s some bruising around his throat I think, for which he’s getting homeopathic Arnica) and jerky, he’s well on the mend now. Gawd, stuff like that isn’t good for our hearts. Shock went all round, the way such a snafu usually does.
Stupid Pointers. They can be so sneaky that way.
But anyway, we hung the new cabinet over the couch, (the little one with us since our tenant’s caretaker needed some reassurance and thus, company) and put in the last slats of the round terrace doors that lead to the office. It is already a pleasure to sit in the place, and Knight II really loves the couch, especially when he can chase the other dogs out of it just by using his sheer bulk. Hah.
There were a few more chores afterwards, which I won’t bore you with, along with another quick run of about three miles. It didn’t go as smooth as the day before, but I still managed to go the distance interrupted by a few fast-paced walks just to get my breath. I wonder how long it will take me to be able to go the whole distance in one piece.
After dinner…and midnight, I was more than ready to call it a day and conked out once I’d fed my dogs, gave medications to the ones that need it every single day, and just barely managing to brush my teeth. Boy, did I pass out fast. Hah.
And that bring us to today once again: Another beautifully sunny day with comfortable temperatures over twenty degrees and a bright autumn sun. Basically slept through the night, which was rather necessary since yesterday was a doozy.
I woke up early, we fully intend to change our routines a little now that day time is so short, and headed down to the house for the usual morning chores. Laundry, of course and cleaning another part of the living room…things are really too messy for words after so much time spent on projects, while leaving cleaning on a back burner…and then breakfast before starting on today’s computer session.
As is habit, there’s a quick tour over the news channels and the likes, which brings us to today’s off-course topic for a moment:
So there’s a lot of pooha going on about the Mayan Calendar saying that in 2012 the world will come to an end. Now personally this didn’t bother me all that much, (hardly gave it a thought, actually) since there are lots of such predictions going on all over.
But now, I gotta say I’m starting to think that there might actually be something to it.
If memory serves me right, the official status quo on such things was always denial and derision and yet now the media’s spitting out “official” reports by the dozen where all sorts of scientific folks are saying that the prediction is scientifically wrong and that people shouldn’t worry. Doesn’t all the soothing denial (scientifically based, naturally) make it, in fact, true?
Now, think with me here for a moment. (Let’s do Mel Gibson’s Jerry from “Conspiracy Theory” for a moment and take this waaaaaaay outta there). Who the heck spends money on such research in an economic crisis if there isn’t some truth to it?
Makes a body wonder doesn’t it?
Does official scientific denial not scream that they actually think there might be some truth to it? I’m getting a mental image here…like, they took one look at the data, thought: Holy guacamole! What the hell? And then worriedly dug in to find a proper explanation that wouldn’t make it the horrifying truth.
I mean, seriously, y’all saw the disaster movies of the past with me, right? What’s the first thing the government and scientists do when something disastrous is about to happen (just so the masses won’t panic)?
DENIAL!!! (Denial in tenfold, in fact.) Exactly!
What else can they do, really? I mean, they get confirmation that it’s “the-end-of-the-world”, and they all come together to discuss what they’re gonna do next. What can you do as the responsible leader of “the people”? Tell them, “Yes, there’s a massive piece of rock that is hurling straight towards us (or whatever) so let’s all scream and ritually kill ourselves, and…” Oh wait, I’ve got a better image, they give a press conference, and say: “My fellow humans, do not panic. The world is coming to an end. Let’s build a big fire, sit around it and sing Kumbaya until the moment arrives.”
Duhuuh. That would be, like, so outta there that I can’t even imagine it.
Of course they would deny such a thing in every shape and form. They just have a couple of renowned “experts” shove the prediction ahead for another 200 years and voila: problem gone.
Yep, I can see it happen that way. *sigh*
Fascinating, isn’t it? Gotta love a good conspiracy theory.
Now, I could start worrying about the future, but what else is there to do than live life to the fullest and enjoy every minute of it, no matter how long, or how short it would be?
I could get depressed by the finiteness of life, I could be hit by a soaring asteroid today, get smashed by a speeding car and whatnot at any moment so I’ve got a choice here. I can sit down and wait for disaster to strike at some point in the future, or…enjoy myself, be the best I can be and improve quality of life while I’m at it. Is there really any other option? I don’t think so.
But anyway, after this rather intriguing bit of news (don’t get me started on politics because you won’t be able to shut me up until…ehm, 2012. Hah) it was time to get to work on the manuscript corrections. We did another chapter, leaving only two to go for the entire manuscript, yay.
I also wrote another page or so for the untitled, which is always a pleasure. The hero is starting to shape up nicely, and there are some marvelous ideas for the heroine too. I wish there were more hours in the day, so I could devote more time to writing it, but until the day comes where I actually have real time again, I'll just enjoy the short writing sessions.
Next up, is heading up to the carport where I spent some time repairing a triple picture frame of wood, that broke in six places, after which little sister helped me haul the metal file cabinet up too, so I could put wheels underneath it. This means drilling hole in lots of metal, but in the end I did manage to get all four wheels underneath, which run grandly on the tiles in the office.
The younger sibs were working on their own projects, (little sister was doing hinges for her wardrobe, middle sister continued painting her room)and grandpa and big brother made a reading stand for our tenant, who’s been having some trouble holding a book since her stroke.
The puppy (Niobe) is still in a bit of shock and looking a little pitiful, but he’s slowly bouncing back. He wants to eat a bit now, and is wagging his tail a little when he sees a familiar face. Poor puppy.
Another day to an end, I suppose. Not that I mind, since I could head up to my cabin right now and pass out. Hah. Still have some cleaning to do there, though, and there’s another batch of laundry to hang after I did my usual rounds on the net and posted the blog.
So, let’s get to it. Hah.
Song of the day: “Mushaboom” by Feist. There was another one, earlier in the morning, but for the life of me I can’t remember it.
Yesterday. Yeah, okay. I feel a tad mush and I can’t remember all the details all that well. Lemme think…well, there was the proofreading corrections. Minor stuff really, but still working up some enthusiasm at the moment is, like, hard. Hah. It had nothing to do with the story, but everything with my state of mind, I think.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. The day had started about an hour earlier than usual, but still I felt like I was running behind, due to the fact that my internal clock insisted that it was an hour later than wintertime decreed. There was lots of stuff to do; laundry, of course, and big brother finally got around to checking out the washing machine and dealing with the clogging problem. It works again, thankfully.
Same goes for the kitchen sink, which has a tendency to get clogged every month or so. While he was doing that, I took the opportunity to clean the top of the hanging cabinet. There was like a mile of dust on it, and after cleaning the lamps and “pretty stuff” they actually had color again.
Seriously, who’s got time for any real cleaning? I mean, I work for five hours on the computer, do six with whatever project we’re into at the moment, maybe manage half an hour run, do my chores and then just barely have time to drop face down on my bed. Where the heck do I fit in cleaning? Hah.
Anyways, after the short cleaning session, it was time to get to work on the manuscript. Reading gets done, the corrections of another chapter made, and before ya know it, it’s time to shift gears to start on the other projects.
There’s a blank wall in the new office (you know, where we removed the fabric shelves) and since we need more storage space, little sister and I head up to the old horse stable to get wood for a new cabinet that I intend to hang there. There are quite a few sections left of when we put the sibs’ closet together, so armed with those we start construction.
In less than two hours, we have a new cabinet…putting it together was interrupted when the dogs got hold of one of the puppies and almost killed it (nature can be so cruel sometimes). For a moment there I thought the poor thing was going succumb from shock, but after some firm prodding and talking to it, he started breathing again. We pumped the little one full with rescue remedy (flower essences that work miracles for shock) and honeyed watered to give it an energy burst, and though he is still breathing a little labored (there’s some bruising around his throat I think, for which he’s getting homeopathic Arnica) and jerky, he’s well on the mend now. Gawd, stuff like that isn’t good for our hearts. Shock went all round, the way such a snafu usually does.
Stupid Pointers. They can be so sneaky that way.
But anyway, we hung the new cabinet over the couch, (the little one with us since our tenant’s caretaker needed some reassurance and thus, company) and put in the last slats of the round terrace doors that lead to the office. It is already a pleasure to sit in the place, and Knight II really loves the couch, especially when he can chase the other dogs out of it just by using his sheer bulk. Hah.
There were a few more chores afterwards, which I won’t bore you with, along with another quick run of about three miles. It didn’t go as smooth as the day before, but I still managed to go the distance interrupted by a few fast-paced walks just to get my breath. I wonder how long it will take me to be able to go the whole distance in one piece.
After dinner…and midnight, I was more than ready to call it a day and conked out once I’d fed my dogs, gave medications to the ones that need it every single day, and just barely managing to brush my teeth. Boy, did I pass out fast. Hah.
And that bring us to today once again: Another beautifully sunny day with comfortable temperatures over twenty degrees and a bright autumn sun. Basically slept through the night, which was rather necessary since yesterday was a doozy.
I woke up early, we fully intend to change our routines a little now that day time is so short, and headed down to the house for the usual morning chores. Laundry, of course and cleaning another part of the living room…things are really too messy for words after so much time spent on projects, while leaving cleaning on a back burner…and then breakfast before starting on today’s computer session.
As is habit, there’s a quick tour over the news channels and the likes, which brings us to today’s off-course topic for a moment:
So there’s a lot of pooha going on about the Mayan Calendar saying that in 2012 the world will come to an end. Now personally this didn’t bother me all that much, (hardly gave it a thought, actually) since there are lots of such predictions going on all over.
But now, I gotta say I’m starting to think that there might actually be something to it.
If memory serves me right, the official status quo on such things was always denial and derision and yet now the media’s spitting out “official” reports by the dozen where all sorts of scientific folks are saying that the prediction is scientifically wrong and that people shouldn’t worry. Doesn’t all the soothing denial (scientifically based, naturally) make it, in fact, true?
Now, think with me here for a moment. (Let’s do Mel Gibson’s Jerry from “Conspiracy Theory” for a moment and take this waaaaaaay outta there). Who the heck spends money on such research in an economic crisis if there isn’t some truth to it?
Makes a body wonder doesn’t it?
Does official scientific denial not scream that they actually think there might be some truth to it? I’m getting a mental image here…like, they took one look at the data, thought: Holy guacamole! What the hell? And then worriedly dug in to find a proper explanation that wouldn’t make it the horrifying truth.
I mean, seriously, y’all saw the disaster movies of the past with me, right? What’s the first thing the government and scientists do when something disastrous is about to happen (just so the masses won’t panic)?
DENIAL!!! (Denial in tenfold, in fact.) Exactly!
What else can they do, really? I mean, they get confirmation that it’s “the-end-of-the-world”, and they all come together to discuss what they’re gonna do next. What can you do as the responsible leader of “the people”? Tell them, “Yes, there’s a massive piece of rock that is hurling straight towards us (or whatever) so let’s all scream and ritually kill ourselves, and…” Oh wait, I’ve got a better image, they give a press conference, and say: “My fellow humans, do not panic. The world is coming to an end. Let’s build a big fire, sit around it and sing Kumbaya until the moment arrives.”
Duhuuh. That would be, like, so outta there that I can’t even imagine it.
Of course they would deny such a thing in every shape and form. They just have a couple of renowned “experts” shove the prediction ahead for another 200 years and voila: problem gone.
Yep, I can see it happen that way. *sigh*
Fascinating, isn’t it? Gotta love a good conspiracy theory.
Now, I could start worrying about the future, but what else is there to do than live life to the fullest and enjoy every minute of it, no matter how long, or how short it would be?
I could get depressed by the finiteness of life, I could be hit by a soaring asteroid today, get smashed by a speeding car and whatnot at any moment so I’ve got a choice here. I can sit down and wait for disaster to strike at some point in the future, or…enjoy myself, be the best I can be and improve quality of life while I’m at it. Is there really any other option? I don’t think so.
But anyway, after this rather intriguing bit of news (don’t get me started on politics because you won’t be able to shut me up until…ehm, 2012. Hah) it was time to get to work on the manuscript corrections. We did another chapter, leaving only two to go for the entire manuscript, yay.
I also wrote another page or so for the untitled, which is always a pleasure. The hero is starting to shape up nicely, and there are some marvelous ideas for the heroine too. I wish there were more hours in the day, so I could devote more time to writing it, but until the day comes where I actually have real time again, I'll just enjoy the short writing sessions.
Next up, is heading up to the carport where I spent some time repairing a triple picture frame of wood, that broke in six places, after which little sister helped me haul the metal file cabinet up too, so I could put wheels underneath it. This means drilling hole in lots of metal, but in the end I did manage to get all four wheels underneath, which run grandly on the tiles in the office.
The younger sibs were working on their own projects, (little sister was doing hinges for her wardrobe, middle sister continued painting her room)and grandpa and big brother made a reading stand for our tenant, who’s been having some trouble holding a book since her stroke.
The puppy (Niobe) is still in a bit of shock and looking a little pitiful, but he’s slowly bouncing back. He wants to eat a bit now, and is wagging his tail a little when he sees a familiar face. Poor puppy.
Another day to an end, I suppose. Not that I mind, since I could head up to my cabin right now and pass out. Hah. Still have some cleaning to do there, though, and there’s another batch of laundry to hang after I did my usual rounds on the net and posted the blog.
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