It was, for the most part, a relaxing day at home today. i finished cleaning, and wandered up north to pick up some cat food. While I was up at Northgate, I picked up another GigaPet.Those of you who've stuck around for a year remember that a bit over a year ago, I had a GigaPet that I kept killing. This one is a "Sabrina, the Teenage Witch" GigaPet, which I didn't even know they made. (Hey, it was $3.) So now I have a "Salem the cat" electronic pet.
I'm amused. *heh*
It was beautiful out today, as well. I felt so happy, out in the sunshine, even though my ears were cold and my hands were stiff. Occasionally, even Seattle is sunny in December.
A fictional side trip:The call came on the coldest night yet, the snow outside my window shimmering in the moonlight and the trees creaking in the cold. I was drinking tea, staring out over the meadows, when there was a tap on my door. I called, "come in."
"Scuse me, miss Blair, but the Sojourners, they..." The page trailed off. "I'm sorry, miss, but they said you have to come."
"Of course they would require my presence. Run and tell them I'll be along presently." The child bobbed her blonde head and ran out, leaving the door ajar. I got up and shut it.
I turned to the dark wardrobe in the corner. I knew what I needed to wear and could probably find it in the dark. First, stripping out of my trousers and shirt, I pulled on silk underthings, dropped an under-rober over my head, and the pulled on the heavy dark robe that marks me as the person to call on cold winter nights such as this one. The collar and cuffs are shiny with wear. I opened the drawer in the side of the wardrobe, and dropped a heavy necklace over my head, and snapped bracelets around both my wrists.
I checked myself in the mirror. My long hair was tied back, plain and neat. Apart from the necklace, the bracelets, and one ring, I was unadorned. It would do. My cloak, gloves, and scarf were hanging by the door; I grabbed them as I headed out. The Sojurners were probably already impatient; there wasn't any need to keep them waiting any longer.
And now I'm going to go fold my laundry. I live such an exciting existence.
Chimes--like I often thought/of turning to see you for I sensed that love/was possible, so near. But it was clear/you were in another world and loving the earth/as you did I felt like god/because I'd simply gone, simply acquiesced,/who was prone anyway to reminisce./We used the few words left over/and over.—false gods, Jane Miller
music: Sex and Misery, Voice of the Beehive
outside: chilly but sunshiny
doing: cackling at Scully
link: De Novo
dream: Dreamed about Melanie--I was curled up in bed with her and playing with her hair. We went to a cornfield and had a picnic.
