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Fall has arrived, almost
Monday, September 20th, 2004 08:40 amI rarely get a chance for naps, and I had two of the best naps ever this weekend. Friday night after brisket dinner (I hate to say it, but there really is nothing like getting a nap while everyone else does dishes ;-) on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ablock's couch. And then yesterday afternoon, with company. I know how beautiful it was outside... but I was exactly where I wanted to be.
'Twas also Talk Like A Pirate Day! I listened to our Fall '02 recording of Pirates of Penzance, but that was about it. Avast! Hark ye, I decree that next year we be plannin' more piratey goodness for t'observance. A screening of PotC? A landlubbin' excursion to the Pirate Museum?
In between, of course, there was the fabulousroozle-sunspiral end-of-summer love-in party. Colder than any weather I can remember for it. (kalessin: "You missed the swimming! It was great!" Me: *runs to put on a sweater*)
Also yesterday evening, I finished reading Smoke and Mirrors, Neil Gaiman's short story collection. It ends with "Snow, Glass, Apples" which I had never read before and which is Oh My God Brilliant. As soon as I had finished it, I turned back to the first page and immediately read it again.
Over Rosh Hashanah I got an idea for a story. Or at least, a framework for a story I want to tell. Or a concept that excites me that I want to flesh out. Or something. -- Yes, in shul. The Rosh Hashanah liturgy is among my favorite texts. Malchuyot. Zichronot. Shofarot.
Wednesday the Revels people are putting on a Fall Equinox RiverSing around the Weeks Footbridge. A couple of us Menschenfolk are going (I already submitted that I'll be late to Io rehearsal. I end up missing these kinds of observances usually, and they gratify my secret pagan streak). If anyone wants to join me, please do.
Memo to self: this afternoon, remember to leave at 5pm for blood drive appointment.
ablock's couch. And then yesterday afternoon, with company. I know how beautiful it was outside... but I was exactly where I wanted to be.'Twas also Talk Like A Pirate Day! I listened to our Fall '02 recording of Pirates of Penzance, but that was about it. Avast! Hark ye, I decree that next year we be plannin' more piratey goodness for t'observance. A screening of PotC? A landlubbin' excursion to the Pirate Museum?
In between, of course, there was the fabulous
roozle-sunspiral end-of-summer kalessin: "You missed the swimming! It was great!" Me: *runs to put on a sweater*)Also yesterday evening, I finished reading Smoke and Mirrors, Neil Gaiman's short story collection. It ends with "Snow, Glass, Apples" which I had never read before and which is Oh My God Brilliant. As soon as I had finished it, I turned back to the first page and immediately read it again.
Over Rosh Hashanah I got an idea for a story. Or at least, a framework for a story I want to tell. Or a concept that excites me that I want to flesh out. Or something. -- Yes, in shul. The Rosh Hashanah liturgy is among my favorite texts. Malchuyot. Zichronot. Shofarot.
Wednesday the Revels people are putting on a Fall Equinox RiverSing around the Weeks Footbridge. A couple of us Menschenfolk are going (I already submitted that I'll be late to Io rehearsal. I end up missing these kinds of observances usually, and they gratify my secret pagan streak). If anyone wants to join me, please do.
Memo to self: this afternoon, remember to leave at 5pm for blood drive appointment.
