Growl

This morning is NOT starting off well. I love my animals, really, but some days they make that a hard thing to pull off. And this morning, it's not just one of them, like usual. No, all THREE of them are conspiring to piss me the hell off.

Finding my happy place...

I've got a TON of housework and cooking to do in prep for a visit from Calvin's sister and her family (Calvin gets to get out of housework this week because he has to work today - I wonder if he figures he got the better end of the deal?). We won't be seeing them on Thanksgiving, so we're having them over for dinner tonight. On the menu is roast, red potatoes, zucchini casserole (made with balsamic tomatoes - I should post the recipe sometime, it's good!), rolls, and they're bringing a salad.

Plus I'm going to take a stab at making my Grandmother's apple cake. It's delicious! And I know that because a) I've had it all my life and love it; and b) she wrote "Delicious!" on the recipe and underlined it twice.

I miss my Grammy. :)
- posted by Laura @ 9:29 AM

 
Wicked

This is wicked cool, for the uuber-geek in all of us.

Link courtesy of Fractious Times.
- posted by Laura @ 3:21 PM

 
New one

There's a new entry up over at ~Snerkology~. :)
- posted by Laura @ 6:21 PM

 
Probably fraught with meaning

I had a dream last night about my Grandmother. She and I were in her bedroom, and I was talking to her *after* she died. We were talking about the things I wished I'd said and done while she was alive, and we were talking about everyday normal things, too. It "felt" perfectly normal to be talking to my dead Grandmother in her bedroom, which was exactly as I remembered it from my childhood.

She was wearing those blue pants, and that white shirt with little blue flowers, and the mauve house slippers that she always used to wear. I swear, it was so vivid I could smell the face cream she used. Ponds.

I asked her where she kept all of her letters, because I'd really like to read them. I said I specifically wanted the ones I sent to her, so I could place them in order with the ones she sent to me. I kept them all - they're on the top shelf of my closet.

In my dream, she kept the letters in the cupboard behind her bed. In "real life", that's where she used to keep her address and telephone books, and the notebook she took down phone messages in. In my dream, she had letters in there from me, and between her and my grandfather, and my uncles, and my mother, too.

Then I asked her if she ever kept a journal, and she said, "Yes". Now, to my knowledge, she never actually did. But in my dream she did, and I said, "Oh, I'd LOVE to read it!". My heart surged, and she took it out of her dresser, and my hands reached for it greedily...

And I woke up.
- posted by Laura @ 2:06 PM

 
With that said...

I find myself in the mood to write today. I've opened up the entry template, and will add to it throughout the day, and will post it when I get home tonight.

Go figure. As soon as I said something about it, the bug caught me again. Of course, what I write may be of dubious interest. We shall have to see.
- posted by Laura @ 8:56 AM

 
Slacker

You've noticed, I'm sure, that I haven't exactly been prolific with the writing lately. I'm nesting, you see. The cool weather hits, and all I want to do is clean, cook, and sit on my ass with the cat and read a book. Snuggle with Calvin. Watch TV. Do nothing that even remotely involves using my brain.

This too shall pass, I'm sure. But I'm actually toying with the idea of going on a hiatus from ~Snerkology~ for a bit. It'd be the first time that I did that, officially. I don't think I'm running out of things to write about. I just think that maybe I'm burned out.

Calvin's going to make fun of me for that statement. But those of you out there who keep an OLJ or Blog know what I'm talking about.

At any rate, I haven't decided yet. We'll see how it goes. And even if I do take a break, I'll probably update sporadically (I know, what's new about that?) and keep up with the blog.

Some day in this lifetime I'll finish up those Maui entries, too.

It's good to have goals.
- posted by Laura @ 2:50 PM