Busy and Happy
Jan. 4th, 2006 10:18 pmI don't know how many times I can type the same thing, really.
I've initiated discussion with the local rattery, http://www.ratanist.com , to discuss litters that will be ready to go after my move.
My personal life is going fantastically well. Graham fucking rocks my world for so many reasons and is now close enough to do couple-hour meetups with, and Juggler and I are in the middle of this pleasantly intimate, oddly intense relationship-y bit that is getting the kayaks done fairly quickly.
The poinsettas are getting thrown away, and new plants are replacing them. Plants more suited, might I add, for indoor temperatures.
OS lives!
I am seeing my babies a whole lot, since I take them with me almost everywhere I go.
I'm moving, yay!
I got a good talk in with mom and brother last night, and expect to do so again soon. I'd missed that.
I can sleep tonight. For awhile. For more than six hours. For more, even, than the seven-and-a-half I got last night.
My friends are awesome, and I love them a lot a lot a lot.
It's spring! Don't laugh. Bulbs are coming up, magnolia buds are seriously swelled, in some places the cherry blossoms have broken. No, it won't last, but still... Indoors, the plants think it's spring. There's serious growth on the ficus, the arbicolas, and some of the aglos. It's weird and crazy. Thsi doesn't happen every year, apparently, there's just more spring this year than in years previous. Huh.
As usual I have too much to do and no time to do it in, catsitting tomorrow night as well and then pulling one of these famous long workdays (8am to 6:30 pm) before setting up for Tillie's party (which you will come to, of course, so you can rub my back while I sleep).
Burrard station is unbelievable right now. The jasmine is blooming, and you can smell it from a block away. Someone designed that station with a great deal of care, and there's nearly always something fragrant blooming. Later it will be magnolias, or cherries, but now it is jasmine. Go to burrard station and smell it, please. Sunset is the best time.
I got to talk about how plants work today for a long long time.
Graham is going to teach me ink painting.
Love y'all. Be well.
I've initiated discussion with the local rattery, http://www.ratanist.com , to discuss litters that will be ready to go after my move.
My personal life is going fantastically well. Graham fucking rocks my world for so many reasons and is now close enough to do couple-hour meetups with, and Juggler and I are in the middle of this pleasantly intimate, oddly intense relationship-y bit that is getting the kayaks done fairly quickly.
The poinsettas are getting thrown away, and new plants are replacing them. Plants more suited, might I add, for indoor temperatures.
OS lives!
I am seeing my babies a whole lot, since I take them with me almost everywhere I go.
I'm moving, yay!
I got a good talk in with mom and brother last night, and expect to do so again soon. I'd missed that.
I can sleep tonight. For awhile. For more than six hours. For more, even, than the seven-and-a-half I got last night.
My friends are awesome, and I love them a lot a lot a lot.
It's spring! Don't laugh. Bulbs are coming up, magnolia buds are seriously swelled, in some places the cherry blossoms have broken. No, it won't last, but still... Indoors, the plants think it's spring. There's serious growth on the ficus, the arbicolas, and some of the aglos. It's weird and crazy. Thsi doesn't happen every year, apparently, there's just more spring this year than in years previous. Huh.
As usual I have too much to do and no time to do it in, catsitting tomorrow night as well and then pulling one of these famous long workdays (8am to 6:30 pm) before setting up for Tillie's party (which you will come to, of course, so you can rub my back while I sleep).
Burrard station is unbelievable right now. The jasmine is blooming, and you can smell it from a block away. Someone designed that station with a great deal of care, and there's nearly always something fragrant blooming. Later it will be magnolias, or cherries, but now it is jasmine. Go to burrard station and smell it, please. Sunset is the best time.
I got to talk about how plants work today for a long long time.
Graham is going to teach me ink painting.
Love y'all. Be well.
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Date: 2006-01-05 06:42 am (UTC)And I would say two blocks, unless another building has some by it. I could smell it at Pender this morning. Maybe I was carrying some with me in my own little bubble:)
If bulbs are blooming already, does that mean that it's too late to plant the tulips in pots on my balcony? Hmmmm.... Maybe I'll stick them in the fridge for a bit:)
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Date: 2006-01-05 07:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-05 07:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-05 03:08 pm (UTC)Backrubs
Date: 2006-01-07 10:52 pm (UTC)Re: Backrubs
Date: 2006-01-08 07:21 am (UTC)Re: Backrubs
Date: 2006-01-08 11:38 am (UTC)Still, you know me. Outside of the stray emergency, such as a fall in the bathtub with injury, touching any nude woman who isn't my wife is not really in my plans. :)
Re: Backrubs
Date: 2006-01-08 01:13 pm (UTC)Re: Backrubs
Date: 2006-01-08 04:50 pm (UTC)You and I have an odd dynamic. I pick and choose what I comment on, to find things I can offer positive or comforting comments. You already know or can guess most of my negative ones, so there's not much to be gained by restating them, unless of course you asked an opinion on something. And that we generally do one-to-one on such occasions as it has occured.
At the same time, you know I care about you, and I'm pretty sure the reverse is true. So the friendship works, generally, despite divergent life paths.
Re: Backrubs
Date: 2006-01-08 05:19 pm (UTC)Re: Backrubs
Date: 2006-01-08 08:03 pm (UTC)For those who've experienced the blunter sort, I'd only say don't take the easy route of dismissing them all as holier-than-thou bigots. Sometimes they *are* falling into arrogance. I have to watch for arrogance myself. But sometimes those blunt ones are very passionate about others. Their passion to have you understand the end of your path overrides tact, but it comes from a heart of wanting to rescue from a seen danger at any cost.
Lack of tact is not usually my issue. My issue is having the courage to speak up and risk offending at times that I truly should. I'm pretty sure I haven't done that with you. I've been straight with you at times when it seemed as if there was opening for it. But I usually refrain if there seems nothing to be accomplished. I'm pretty confident that if you wanted my opinion in a situation or you had questions you wanted answers to, you'd contact me and ask. So I tend to leave it at that till opportunity arises.
Re: Backrubs
Date: 2006-01-08 08:11 pm (UTC)I agree.