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willpower works for me in re: sweets, is not to keep any about. You ask an alcoholic, "How much did you drink?" and the likely answer is, "All of it." This is my relationship to dessert. I usually treat myself to something decadent out, or once in a great while bring home a single serving. This avoids the whole guilt spiral of finding myself standing in front of the open freezer door at 2AM eating frozen cheesecake with a sharp knife.

In light of that, I just threw together a yummy substitute: 1 tsp. each, Dickinson's coconut curd, soft cream cheese, and Nutella. Blend well, spread thickly on cinnamon graham crackers, and enjoy. Wash up the coffee cup, knife, and spoon, and rest sated in the knowledge that I did, indeed, eat "all of it." NOM.
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We have had these two pictures hung in our living room for several years. They're a progression: leaving childhood behind in the first, the teddy bear abandoned, teasing the male figure forward with ephemeral bubbles, to exploring new worlds in the second, especially where two worlds not only overlap but have begun to bleed into each other.

gargoyles- Parkes
worlds collide
(Pictures are taken aslant b/c of window glare)

After several years during which OH was supposed to build custom bookshelves, for which he had measured, bought, and had the lumber cut, and which has set, untouched, in the workshop lo, these many years, I bought three six-foot bookshelves, 25" wide and 10" deep, and had them shipped. We finally got around to rearranging the furniture, assembling the bookshelves and putting them in place. The flatscreen and the entertainment stand slots neatly into the corner, bracketed by two of the tall bookshelf units, and the Parkes print, moved several inches, tucks between the bookshelf to the left of the tv and the third bookshelf. There will be a low unit under the print to span the space between the tall bookshelves. Eventually.

The painting is centered in the space between the rightmost bookshelf and the end wall. The pictures are farther apart now, and because of their size, hung higher than the top of the shelf units. But the tops of the bookshelves offer an opportunity to span those heights, to carry the spherical theme, as it were, from one picture to the other. And what better way to do that than with globes? Earth globes, shabby, used, inexpensive ones long out of date, of various ages and models, sizes and colors. I started searching nearly the instant I had the idea, and have found *so many* globes--so many! I need one 12", and have found one mounted not on a disc base but a tripod, with rocketship feets! Several in browns and blues, in different sizes. But I was sort of pulled to a stop by this one.

ruined globe
Isn't that the most marvelous globe? It looks like a lonely planet, rocketing through space, bombarded over eons by asteroids and meteorites and scoured by space dust, but valiantly sailing on into the void.

Need I try to describe the face OH made when I showed him the picture? Or the adamant rejection of such an old, dirty object in our living space? I'm sad about it, I would *love* to have it, but I'll try to console myself with the gang of smaller and only slightly shabby globes I seem to be accruing.

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dark moon binding spell

Third observation of the national dark moon binding spell is tonight, at 9PM Pacific, midnight Eastern. Instructions here: extranewsfeed.com/a-spell-to-bind-donald-trump-and-all-those-who-abet-him-february-24th-mass-ritual-51f3d94f62f4
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I'm exhausted and I'm confused and I'm intimidated, plus I'm in mourning a bit over leaving home. Well, having a new step-parent whose dictum is "my way or the highway" and well, honestly, I can't DO their way, so I couldn't stay. I haven't deleted my LJs yet--and won't. There's some cleanup I need to do, and I have ridiculous paid time so I'm going to *take* my time and leave nothing behind. I'm still reading and commenting over there, and will, for a while at least. But no new posts. Those go here.

And as for here, I will eventually get a sticky post up with links to my fics. All...half dozen of them. I will...oh lord, eventually make usable links from one chapter to the next, and from the masterpost to the correct chapters, for all the huge amount of...six or seven, maybe eight? fics. I will winnow the icons for the ones I will use the most. I will. I promise. Just...not now. Not today, and probably not by this time next week.

But on the upside, everything is here, in case LJ goes kerblooey. And I'll eventually get it all done, be settled in and comfy, and find the other immigrants and re-establish communication, and proceed.

But not now. Now, we nap.
fufaraw: sheep plus text (memesheep)
so have a meme.

Day 1: I'm short--shorter than 5'1". I'm nearsighted as all fuck. I have noise tolerance issues.
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Another 'me' meme

Describe a scent that you love or loathe
Love - cut grass, wood shavings, steeped and scraped vanilla bean, coffee
Loathe - hyacinths, indoors. Outdoors, okay, but indoors they suffocate me
Describe a visual experience that dazzled you
Talking with a friend, and we stepped outside in the sun. I turned to look at her and saw her aura: she was outlined in cobalt blue sort of pulsing off her, and outside of that was a vivid pink streaming around her in an unbroken current. Never happened before, nor again, and that day had no particular import.
Describe an acquired or unusual taste
Fernet. Tastes like incense smells
Describe a sound that frightens or comforts you
Frightens me - windstorms rattling the house
Comforts me - cat purrs
Describe a sensation that is arousing or creepy
Arousing? music--unpredictably, either classical or movie soundtrack or folk
Creepy sensations - when you don't notice it's gotten dark and the windows are uncovered, and anything could be looking in at you, unseen. Ditto cracked doors--wide open or closed, please. Nothing peeping!
fufaraw: (J2)
So, I've been looking at pictures and not finding exactly what I want, and I haven't found a hair stylist yet, let alone one I trust, and I can't stand the idea of walking into a salon armed with magazines and hair site printouts and trying to explain like Muriel Blandings,

"I want it to be a soft green, not as blue-green as a robin's egg, but not as yellow-green as daffodil buds. Now, the only sample I could get is a little too yellow, but don't let whoever does it go to the other extreme and get it too blue. It should just be a sort of grayish-yellow-green. Now, the dining room. I'd like yellow. Not just yellow; a very gay yellow. Something bright and sunshine-y. If you'll send one of your men to the grocer for a pound of their best butter, and match that exactly, you can't go wrong!

"Now, this is the paper we're going to use in the hall. It's flowered, but I don't want the ceiling to match any of the colors of the flowers. There's some little dots in the background, and it's these dots I want you to match. Not the little greenish dot near the hollyhock leaf, but the little bluish dot between the rosebud and the delphinium blossom. Is that clear? Now the kitchen is to be white. Not a cold, antiseptic hospital white. A little warmer, but still, not to suggest any other color but white. Now for the powder room - in here - I want you to match this thread, and don't lose it. It's the only spool I have and I had an awful time finding it! As you can see, it's practically an apple red. Somewhere between a healthy winesap and an unripened Jonathan."

So, "I want it layered, but choppy. Some length left on the back, but not blunt length, more a layered length--not even layers, more like I chopped it off sort of at random. Imagine if I'd buzzed my head about nine months ago--hair grows a half-inch a month, so that would be about four and a half inches long, now, that's about the length I want. But the top has to be shorter, for volume, but the front needs to be a little shorter than that. I hate hair on my face, so it has to be either long enough to pin back, or short enough to brush off my face. Just long enough in back I don't have to shave my neck, but sort of straggly, not a lot of weight," and etc.

I quailed at trying to communicate all that to a stranger.

tl:dr, I just whacked a foot off my hair, and then chopped the hell out of it, all over. OH promises to help me do the parts in back I can reach but can't see this evening, after he's done installing the neighbors' storm door, and before the vegebarleybeef soup on the stove is ready to eat. 
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But for the next while, duration as yet to be determined, I'll be happily vacationing in the land of not coping. Um, lalala.

Avoiding news and Facebook and most social media. I'm here if you want to talk about Winchesters or writing or almost anything. Just--no politics. Not for a while. The rage comes later.


Oct. 17th, 2016 12:20 pm
fufaraw: sheep plus text (memesheep)
stolen from [livejournal.com profile] amberdreams, who stole it from somebody else. And so on...

Read more... )
fufaraw: (witch cat)
Socks always wear out in the heel, sometimes the toe, but usually the heel. And the worn through heel...makes a good hole for your thumb, if you cut off most of the foot part and use the rest for a mitt, the cuff for armwarmers. I can't wear most fingerless gloves anymore, my hands object to any sort of binding, even soft gloves or socks, but they love the snuggly warmth of soft sock cuffs. The heel-hole for my thumb, though, can't do that either, it pulls and stresses the joint. So I'm wearing a snazzy, cozy pair of sock cuffs over my achey wrist bones, pulled up to the base of my fingers, and the joints are all loose and warm and happy.

I just need to remember to snatch them off before washing my hands, or plunging them into dishwater.


Sep. 22nd, 2016 12:19 pm
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I read a quite nice J2 fic last night, well-written, good characterization, interesting plot. But the fourth or fifth time I found myself skipping a two page sex scene...

...well, it reminded me of why I stopped reading Gabaldon. It's like Tolkien: walk, walk, walk, stop to eat, walk, walk, walk while singing about eating, walk, walk, walk, stop to eat, only with sex instead of second (third, fourth) breakfast.

I realize some of us are in it for the smexin'. But me? I'm easily bored with two pages of every eight devoted to knocking boots. And *two pages?* Every time? That's more repetition on a theme than my story-craving heart can accept. But that's just me.
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I'm sorry I haven't been around much. Truth is, I've been feeling pretty crappy for several weeks, now, and haven't felt up to engaging. The neighbors all think I'm a standoffish bitch (well...yeah. Little bit), but I haven't felt like being really present here, either. The lack of spoons came on slowly--so sneakily I didn't notice until the change was really apparent. Along with the pain and the eye issues, my blood sugar has sneaked up a mildly alarming level, so I'm making some lifestyle changes and hoping that will make the necessary difference.

Meanwhile, I'm reading, nodding, and cheering or sympathizing, my friends. Those reactions have just failed to materialize by keyboard, and I'm sorry. I'm working on it.
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We drove out to Deception Pass this afternoon. His ashes are scattered there, where you can gaze out past the islands toward Japan. We scattered some on the NC coast before we left there, too. OH says he has a foot on each coast, an eye on each ocean.

100_0990 a
fufaraw: (J2)
I clicked a link by accident and now my journal is all new form. I hate it! I've avoided it so far, and I want to switch back to the old look! There aren't links in my header to take me to the pages where I could set things--they're apparently not there, or at least well hidden. Has anybody got the magic phrase to utter to reset my page and profile page back the way they were? Please?

Okay, thanks to any of you cavalry types about to ride to the rescue, but I got over my panic and figured out how to navigate enough to get where I needed to be and I FIXED IT. All on my own. And my page is BACK. *Hugs page*

Yeah. Still good.
fufaraw: (J2)

1. Do you like blue cheese? No, tastes like feet!

2. Have you ever smoked? Yes, for twenty years. I quit twice, because my psoriasis was so bad, quitting was recommended as removing a system stressor. It worked. Of course the psoriasis has gradually gotten worse again. I toy with the idea of taking up smoking again, so I can quit again. I still crave a cigarette when I'm writing (get stuck, step outside, light up, pace--AHA! lightbulb! Race back inside and fix the stuck point), I miss those lightbulb moments the nicotine hit made possible. I don't miss always knowing where my cigarette case was, and casing every new room I entered, for exits to smoking areas.

3. Do you own a gun? Yes. I used to target shoot. I'd give it up in a hot minute if gun control was passed.

4. What is your favourite flavour? Oh, this is hard! A single favorite flavor? Probably coffee.

5. Do you get nervous before Doctor visits? Sometimes. Depends on why the visit.

6. What do you think of hot dogs? I regret the yuckiness of their manufacture, but two or three times a year, there's no substitute, as long as I get decent dogs and the mandatory toppings (yellow mustard, beanless chili, slaw)--otherwise, never mind.

7. Favourite Christmas Movie? Scrooged. Or A Christmas Story.

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee.

9. Do you do push-ups? I should, but no.

10. What’s your favourite piece of jewellery? One? You expect me to pick one? Each piece of jewelry I've kept is talismanic in some way; I don't wear anything that doesn't have some meaning to me. I guess if I had to pick one, it would be the silver Celtic tree pendant. Or the hallmarked silver wedding band with applied wirework that spirals on one side of the cabochon rainbow moonstone set in an 18kt gold bezel, travels the outer circumference of the ring to spiral on the opposite side of the bezel: two made one.

11. Favourite hobby? Still life photography--very novice level

12. Do you have ADD? Yes, ADHD, inattentive form. I lived my childhood in my head, because I couldn't screen or prioritize chaotic input. Still have trouble with it.

13. What’s the one thing you hate about yourself? paralyzing fear.

14 . Middle Name? Arline, pronounced Arlene, spelled after my dad's name, Arlis.

15. Name three thoughts right now? We're going for a drive today. The Other Human is ready to go. I'm, as usual, stuck in my reluctance to leave one place for another, even if the new place is somewhere I want to go.

16. Name 3 drinks you drink regularly. Water, clear soda, coffee.

17. Where's the question? Dunno. I didn't do anything with it! Honest!

18. Current hate right now? Voters who think Trump is a good idea.

19. Favourite place to be? On my front deck, in the breeze from the woods.

20. How do you ring in the New Year? OH celebrates no holidays and usually goes to bed. I'll either watch the ball drop on tv, or read, with an eye on the clock and a lift of the glass when the hour passes.

21. Where would you like to go? Today? Altitude and green leaves, maybe some snow to counteract the high local temps.

22. Name three people who will complete this?   [livejournal.com profile] meus_venator, [livejournal.com profile] anniespinkhouse, [livejournal.com profile] sylsdarkplace, mebbe?

23. Do you own slippers? Yes, but only wear them for a quick step outside

24. What colour shirt are you wearing? Green

25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? No, no, no! Slide right out of bed. SO uncomfortable!

26. Can you whistle? Badly

27. Favourite colour? Green, blue, silver, brown, grey.

28. Would you be a pirate? Nah, not that good a sailor. I like terra firma, flush toilets, and a better class of hygiene than most pirates.

29. What songs do you sing in the shower? Huh. I usually don't sing in the shower.

30. Favourite girls name?  Because of the many permutations: Elizabeth, Margaret, Katherine, Anne.

31. Favourite boys name? John (Ian, Sean, Ivan, Juan, etc.), William, Matthew

32. What’s in your pocket right now? lint

33. Last person that made you laugh?  The Other Human is a witty bastard

34. Best toy as a child? A book

35. Worst injury? Dislocated knee and torn ligaments that still make climbing stairs problematic--I climb up on the left leg and down on the right, the knee won't reliably bear when it's bent.

36. Where would you love to live? Here, or somewhere just off the Blue Ridge Parkway near Asheville.

37. How many TVs do you have in your house? just one

38. Who is your loudest friend?  our slightly deaf neighbor--trombonist with the Count Basie band.

39. How many dogs do you have? no pets right now

40. Does someone trust you? I hope so

41. What is your favourite movie? my go-to in the past has been Local Hero. There are so many, though. I guess I'll just say that one.

42. What’s your favourite sweet? really good cake--yellow with chocolate frosting for preference, but other flavors are fine, too.

43. What’s your favourite sports team? I don't, um.

44. What song do you want played at your funeral? It's a tossup: Ride of the Valkyries as sung by Bugs Bunny, or You Can't Always Get What You Want, a la The Big Chill.

fufaraw: (J2)
My most excellent husband has shared his summer cold with me. He's been hacking and coughing and mizzable for four days, and is now on the mend, though not by any means back to "normal." I'll...be in my bunk. Alone. With the tissue box, the tylenol, the nose spray, and the expectorant. Urghh.
fufaraw: (J2)
of the kitchen in one of our early apartments. Ramble inspired by this photo discovered on Tumblr, attributed to the black elk, here, http://theblackelk.tumblr.com/post/34080767332 .

nostalgic rambling--enter at your own risk )

fufaraw: (Bob)
this afternoon. I achieved my goal of finding it in a theater that's deeper, screen to seat, than the one where we saw it first. Our seat tier was higher, as well, which gave a much better perspective on the screen. The video was possibly clearer, plus, of course, we knew what was happening. Anyhow, it was thoroughly enjoyable, especially after reading various meta and theory on characters and story.

In other news, the thermometer says it's cooler today than yesterday. I suspect the thermometer is lying. If it wasn't for the shortening of the daylight, I'd be eager for October, ITYW. And in other, other news, supper this evening will be a bowl of steamed broccoli served with coarse sea salt, because it's too damned hot for meat or starch. There may be ice cream after. Or popsicles.
fufaraw: (Dean welp)

stolen from [livejournal.com profile] sail_aweigh (waves) Hi! Nice to see you!

Have You Ever...?

Fired a Gun X
Been Married X
Fallen in love x
Gone on a blind date
Skipped school x
Watched someone give birth
Watched someone die x
Been to Canada x
Ridden in an ambulance
Been to Hawaii
Been to Europe x
Been to Las Vegas X
Been to Washington D.C x
Been to Nashville X (passing through)
Visited Florida x
Visited Mexico
Seen the Grand Canyon in person x
Flown in a helicopter
Partied so hard you puked
Been on a cruise
Served on a jury x
Been in a movie
Danced in the rain x
Been to Los Angeles x
Been to New York City X
Played in a band/orchestra (Sung publicly in a 500 voice choir? X)
Sung karaoke
Made prank phone calls
Laughed so much you cried x
Caught a snowflake on your tongue x
Had children X
Had a pet x
Been sledding on a big hill x
Been downhill skiing
Been water skiing
Ridden on a motorcycle
Traveled to all 50 states
Jumped out of a plane
Been to a drive-in movie x
Ridden an elephant
Ridden a Horse x
Been on TV x
Been in the newspaper x
Stayed in the hospital x
Donated blood
Gotten a piercing x
Gotten a tattoo
Driven a stick shift vehicle x
Driven over 100 mph
Been scuba diving
Lived on your own x
Ridden in the back of a police car
Broken a bone x
Gotten stitches
Traveled Alone x
Gone backpacking
Owned more shoes than I could ever wear
Been to Russia

Seen four countries at the same moment X (at Berchtesgaden--Switzerland, Austria, Italy, and Germany)
Driven across Death Valley X
Actually seen the cows come home X (The town of Konigsee celebrates the cattle's return from high mountain pastures for the winter by parading the cows through town at dawn. Each cow wears a bell on a wide, intricately embroidered collar, and a flower crown. And then you go to the inn and have full-cream hot chocolate with whipped cream on top to warm up)
Visited San Francisco/Crossed the Golden Gate bridge/Explored the Marin Headlands X

Feel free to replace things you've not done with things you have done which aren't on the list!


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