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.
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