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hawkwing_lb) wrote2010-01-09 06:18 pm
hawkwing_lb) wrote2010-01-09 06:18 pm
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gonna break somebody's heart tonight
Today I woke up at 0800, looked out at all the snow lying round about, and went right back to bed until noon.
At which point I took brush and shovel, and cleared the inch of melty slush and ice from the entrance to the house so that the parent could drive in and out without skidding and spinning wheels. I say thee, verily, WTF, weather? (Fireplace ash has been spread on the entryway. We've had a fire burning for the last three weeks, so there's plenty to spread around.) Filled the coal bucket from the sack outside the back door (and twenty kilos is an awkward weight to lift and pour. Not terribly heavy, but awkward) and made motions towards laundry.
What else did I do today? Visited the grandmother, who said, "While you're here, you can do the dishes," without so much as a please or thank you, and said, "But you haven't done the drying up!" upon departure. (Reader, I fled. Not that I mind doing stuff for the grandmother, but, well. There is a difference between doing stuff for the grandmother because it is a good or necessary thing to do, and the grandmother asserting her entitlement to have one do stuff for her. I feel this distinction is important.)
Also, apocalypse levels of shopping. Well, I exaggerate, but we never have more than three to five days' worth of food in the house, if that, and now we have nine. Winter veg! Winter veg on special offer!
In all this, there has yet to be thesis, and I begin to believe I will take the day off entirely. This cold weather, it makes me so sleepy and so hungry. Perhaps tonight I'll have pizza and play videogames, or write. Although the sleepiness is of the order where the videogame is much more probable, in that it requires far less thought.
What was I saying? Oh, yes. I still have another poem to write from prompts, but that's not going to happen tonight. I'm sure I'll think of something to do, though, even if that means going to bed early to hug my hot water bottle and my new duckdown pillows and sleep more.
At which point I took brush and shovel, and cleared the inch of melty slush and ice from the entrance to the house so that the parent could drive in and out without skidding and spinning wheels. I say thee, verily, WTF, weather? (Fireplace ash has been spread on the entryway. We've had a fire burning for the last three weeks, so there's plenty to spread around.) Filled the coal bucket from the sack outside the back door (and twenty kilos is an awkward weight to lift and pour. Not terribly heavy, but awkward) and made motions towards laundry.
What else did I do today? Visited the grandmother, who said, "While you're here, you can do the dishes," without so much as a please or thank you, and said, "But you haven't done the drying up!" upon departure. (Reader, I fled. Not that I mind doing stuff for the grandmother, but, well. There is a difference between doing stuff for the grandmother because it is a good or necessary thing to do, and the grandmother asserting her entitlement to have one do stuff for her. I feel this distinction is important.)
Also, apocalypse levels of shopping. Well, I exaggerate, but we never have more than three to five days' worth of food in the house, if that, and now we have nine. Winter veg! Winter veg on special offer!
In all this, there has yet to be thesis, and I begin to believe I will take the day off entirely. This cold weather, it makes me so sleepy and so hungry. Perhaps tonight I'll have pizza and play videogames, or write. Although the sleepiness is of the order where the videogame is much more probable, in that it requires far less thought.
What was I saying? Oh, yes. I still have another poem to write from prompts, but that's not going to happen tonight. I'm sure I'll think of something to do, though, even if that means going to bed early to hug my hot water bottle and my new duckdown pillows and sleep more.