Shift (Sleep Heals, Who Knew?)
Oct. 28th, 2007 07:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormMy toes are cold. I woke up at six thirty this morning in the dark because that's when I wake up and the house was super-warm. I turned it down to 19 and my toes are cold as I wander around looking at furniture on the internet, but I'm happy. I've settled into the idea that the house is almost finished and I can do my thing with it now. I'm afraid my thing might involve painting my room. I also need a big bookshelf for in there. I want badly to go running outside right now - it's all grey and the leaves are falling like all kinds of trapped sunlight through the now-quite-gloom. I bet it's cold.
I'm waiting for Famous to open so I can pop down and pick up some organic liver for breakfast. By the way (and this not just from someone who eats liver, but from someone who likes good food) you should immediately go get a pineapple, cut it into chunks, and fry it (hot!) in bacon fat and eat it. It's unreal good. I mean it. Do it. Now.
So yeah, I feel better now. A night spent next to Bob likely helped, a relaxed morning certainly does, the anticipation of projects like garden and bedroom and livingroom likely helps too. The anticipation of rats is a nice thing, though what a chaotic element to add before my bedroom is in place! Maybe I should paint today and bring them home tomorrow.
I need to get a rake today and do the leaves before the lawn (which is mostly moss anyhow) gets too sad from being under all the big maple plant-suppressors lying on them.
I'm reading The Last Samurai by Helen DeWitt, recommended by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mocks, and though it was slow at first his reading it to me out loud definitely got me into the groove. I love hearing people talk about things they love. Almost done it now.
Anticipation of breakfast is a wonderful thing, but I might need to cheat and have a red bean cooler beforehand. I'm super-hungry, it's long past breakfast, and I still need to go buy stuff to eat.
Am trying really hard to come up with a workable scheme for the kitchen so it flows together - walnut, retro wood cupboards, retro teal arborite-with-gold-flecks counter, teal ceiling, clinical white walls. The counter's in good condition, luckily.
I also forgot how much it's important to have rocking chairs in the house. Likely they'll need to be in the back room with a little table and a couch. If I can carve four conversational spaces outta this house then I will, cause if there are four people it's important not to have to retreat to your room with guests if you don't wanna.
Yesterday my boss said, 'my brain hurts, take these bulbs and do a layout in this garden, ask me questions if you need, then plant them.' It was awesome. I love designing. I love -projects-.
I also got a tarp full of leaves for my garden out of the deal. Tucking-in will commence apace. I need four or five more tarps full, but I'll start with the front yard.
I'm waiting for Famous to open so I can pop down and pick up some organic liver for breakfast. By the way (and this not just from someone who eats liver, but from someone who likes good food) you should immediately go get a pineapple, cut it into chunks, and fry it (hot!) in bacon fat and eat it. It's unreal good. I mean it. Do it. Now.
So yeah, I feel better now. A night spent next to Bob likely helped, a relaxed morning certainly does, the anticipation of projects like garden and bedroom and livingroom likely helps too. The anticipation of rats is a nice thing, though what a chaotic element to add before my bedroom is in place! Maybe I should paint today and bring them home tomorrow.
I need to get a rake today and do the leaves before the lawn (which is mostly moss anyhow) gets too sad from being under all the big maple plant-suppressors lying on them.
I'm reading The Last Samurai by Helen DeWitt, recommended by
mocks, and though it was slow at first his reading it to me out loud definitely got me into the groove. I love hearing people talk about things they love. Almost done it now.Anticipation of breakfast is a wonderful thing, but I might need to cheat and have a red bean cooler beforehand. I'm super-hungry, it's long past breakfast, and I still need to go buy stuff to eat.
Am trying really hard to come up with a workable scheme for the kitchen so it flows together - walnut, retro wood cupboards, retro teal arborite-with-gold-flecks counter, teal ceiling, clinical white walls. The counter's in good condition, luckily.
I also forgot how much it's important to have rocking chairs in the house. Likely they'll need to be in the back room with a little table and a couch. If I can carve four conversational spaces outta this house then I will, cause if there are four people it's important not to have to retreat to your room with guests if you don't wanna.
Yesterday my boss said, 'my brain hurts, take these bulbs and do a layout in this garden, ask me questions if you need, then plant them.' It was awesome. I love designing. I love -projects-.
I also got a tarp full of leaves for my garden out of the deal. Tucking-in will commence apace. I need four or five more tarps full, but I'll start with the front yard.
