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I'm a terribly lucky person.
In other news, while I was being sick, sleeping, and bemoaning my fortune with CrazyChris, Juggler was stacking the not-quite-finished strips. He's decided I can linky-linky to all his stuff, so here mis a picture of the strips which makes them look way, way bigger than they are:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/93017862@N00/66125166/
Here is his sorta-kayak log: http://www.livejournal.com/users/spectral42
I'm hoping he'll take more pics as time goes on.
In other news, there is no other news. My talk went fabulously the other day. On the way out to Abbotsford to give it, the Greyhound (I love travelling) passed by some greenhouses full of poinsettas-- look through the glass and see red and white on tables stretching on forever. It was one of those foggy days, and we passed the sign that said 'Welcome to Abbotsford' and suddenly it was sunny. Huh.
It's interesting to feel this potential change in my life. The other day I was asked if I'm always as relaxed as I look. I've been idling, enjoying the scenery-- now I think I may be actually slipping into gear. Why am I using car metaphors when I can't drive? Anyhow, it feels as if something that's normally spinning is finally biting into something and driving me forward. Yep, I feel like I'm going *forward* somewhere. I think I'm reverting to my native honesty; at least, I had a talk with the Juggler about stuff that's been on my mind for a bit, I've hit up CrazyChris for advice, I've discussed some stuff with Tillie and will do so more in the future-- and with that input I've been turned fairly painlessly out of the rut, I'm just beginning to wander around and look for a place to start a new one. Yeeeow! Is this me accepting change with grace? Is this *me*? Where's the kicking and screaming?
None of that's really news, now, because it's all so relaxed.
I updated my bedroom-- I'm about halfway through reassemblage after all the furniture moving. Sigh. I hate the way those things stretch over multiple days, and I need to get to a hardware store to get an extension cord before I can be done, and I need to give Beth a bunch of my clothing. Beth is one of the few people I feel sort of part-owns my clothing already, in spirit, so it should be relatively painless. I can also THROW OUT a whole bunch of my old work clothes, the cleaning sweatpants and the like. Whee!
I really do--
--love y'all. Now back to bed for me. :)
In other news, while I was being sick, sleeping, and bemoaning my fortune with CrazyChris, Juggler was stacking the not-quite-finished strips. He's decided I can linky-linky to all his stuff, so here mis a picture of the strips which makes them look way, way bigger than they are:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/93017862@N00/66125166/
Here is his sorta-kayak log: http://www.livejournal.com/users/spectral42
I'm hoping he'll take more pics as time goes on.
In other news, there is no other news. My talk went fabulously the other day. On the way out to Abbotsford to give it, the Greyhound (I love travelling) passed by some greenhouses full of poinsettas-- look through the glass and see red and white on tables stretching on forever. It was one of those foggy days, and we passed the sign that said 'Welcome to Abbotsford' and suddenly it was sunny. Huh.
It's interesting to feel this potential change in my life. The other day I was asked if I'm always as relaxed as I look. I've been idling, enjoying the scenery-- now I think I may be actually slipping into gear. Why am I using car metaphors when I can't drive? Anyhow, it feels as if something that's normally spinning is finally biting into something and driving me forward. Yep, I feel like I'm going *forward* somewhere. I think I'm reverting to my native honesty; at least, I had a talk with the Juggler about stuff that's been on my mind for a bit, I've hit up CrazyChris for advice, I've discussed some stuff with Tillie and will do so more in the future-- and with that input I've been turned fairly painlessly out of the rut, I'm just beginning to wander around and look for a place to start a new one. Yeeeow! Is this me accepting change with grace? Is this *me*? Where's the kicking and screaming?
None of that's really news, now, because it's all so relaxed.
I updated my bedroom-- I'm about halfway through reassemblage after all the furniture moving. Sigh. I hate the way those things stretch over multiple days, and I need to get to a hardware store to get an extension cord before I can be done, and I need to give Beth a bunch of my clothing. Beth is one of the few people I feel sort of part-owns my clothing already, in spirit, so it should be relatively painless. I can also THROW OUT a whole bunch of my old work clothes, the cleaning sweatpants and the like. Whee!
I really do--
--love y'all. Now back to bed for me. :)
