July NaNo you'll be tough but I'll try
note to self: never speak lies you can't remember
I was dozing on the bed, woke up from something and realized I was cool and should climb under covers. In the very awkward sleepy-person attempt to get under them instead of sleeping on top, without getting up of course, I was startled into being alert and awake by a loud sound.
Only in retrospect did it turn out to be thunder. The storm has moved now, but the blue flashes and strong rumbles were right here, then. Loud, unapologetic, gorgeous. After a day’s unbearable heat, this is so welcome.
Sad I was still out of it and did not run outside to get drenched and happy. It’s still flashing. Love this.
Sarah, straight #3.
Lo-res 120 film scan.
What’s the biggest misconception people have about elephants?
Daphne Sheldrick, interview in TIME Magazine, June 4, 2012
this is absolutely heartbreaking
Armor-inspired boots at Dolce & Gabbana Fall 2014
Went out into the hallway for something, sneezed thunderously, returned to my room. Forgot what I was going for.
Yesterday a lot of pieces came together while I was scrolling through my playlists. They are now etched into my mind, and expecting me to write them first. I’m conflicted about making the first scene of the second part a waking up scene… but, write first, rewrite and agonize about every little detail later.
Everything counts as word count, right? July Camp NaNo, happy one year anniversary. Thinking about that, I deserve some pizza on Friday, don’t I? Yes I do.
So, remember when I ranted about eggs? The day I decide to make three scrambled eggs with that perfect puffiness and taste, I notice that someone grabbed two from my carton and never bothered to ask.
It was not supposed to be a big deal, but for the hungry me who uses omelette to feel better besides all that, it was. Sides, someone cracked a joke about it and assumed I was pissed because eggs are expensive and not because of actual reason which was frustration and irritation at people’s lack of respect for boundaries.
Cue me launching a scrub attack on most kitchen surfaces for two and a half hours. I swear, it’s ten tones whiter now. I’m forced to reevaluate my necessity to clean if upset as a simple quirk, as I was sweating and getting hungry, again, but did not stop until everything I could scrub off came off. Even swept the floor.
There were flecks of dried-up frying oil on all surfaces, and I scrubbed about 90% of it all off. Given proper tools, I would go faster, but I made do with dish soap and two sponges (one of which was metal and was destroyed in the process).
What’s worse, after that I made me grill cheeses in the now pristine kitchen, and poured a glass of orange juice, taking it all upstairs to finally relax and cool down. After which I tilted the almost full glass over and scrambled like mad to save my laptop… the desk is now pristinely clean also.
Send help. Better, send me cleaning supplies and advice on ho to clean stained carpet from old were-there-before-I got here stains.
A Slight Trick Of The Mind - The long-retired consulting detective who is still haunted by an unsolved case from 50 years ago. Holmes is losing his memory, and without his sidekick Dr Watson, he can only remember fragments of what has happened.