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Isn't it odd to get kudos on fics you posted on AO3 ages ago? I think someone must have recced me in that Snowflake Challenge, Day 3, or possibly it's just that people are bouncing around on AO3 because they're done reading the Yuletide fics and their appetite was whetted, because I have received a bunch of kudos on a variety of different stories in the past couple of days, and even one comment. :)
In other news, Eor went over to the house and whacked back together some of the damage to the corner of the garagewhich was done by the neighbor when he was plowing the driveway. And he's not doing his cold any good at all. But there you go, he has what Daegaer would call an 'inner John Knox.' There's stuff that needs doing! He must do it! All of it! He also has raked my head with the nit comb for three days and done ALL the laundry (you have to wash everything very hot to kill the lice), and yesterday we chipped ice and snow away from in front of the barn so that the previous owner can get his stuff out of there and the garage, tomorrow, and we brought down all the things from the attic which the previous owner seemed to have forgot existed, based on his vague expression and query of 'attic?' when we mentioned it.
The attic was mostly empty cardboard boxes and Easter baskets. Someone apparently had an obsession with Easter. Though there were some full cardboard boxes tied very well with twine. So, a crazy person, but excellent with knots. We decided, as our pay for having to chip snow for him and move the rest of that junk, to commandeer four cocktail glasses (remaining from a set of six - the other two broke because they were packed so badly) which caught our fancy. They look to my untutored eye as if they might be from the 1920's, and thinking he's having it all hauled by junk guys, I don't feel in the least guilty about it, because probably the rest would just get broken in the process. There's probably tons of other, tougher things which the junk guys will make a profit on.
In other news, Eor went over to the house and whacked back together some of the damage to the corner of the garagewhich was done by the neighbor when he was plowing the driveway. And he's not doing his cold any good at all. But there you go, he has what Daegaer would call an 'inner John Knox.' There's stuff that needs doing! He must do it! All of it! He also has raked my head with the nit comb for three days and done ALL the laundry (you have to wash everything very hot to kill the lice), and yesterday we chipped ice and snow away from in front of the barn so that the previous owner can get his stuff out of there and the garage, tomorrow, and we brought down all the things from the attic which the previous owner seemed to have forgot existed, based on his vague expression and query of 'attic?' when we mentioned it.
The attic was mostly empty cardboard boxes and Easter baskets. Someone apparently had an obsession with Easter. Though there were some full cardboard boxes tied very well with twine. So, a crazy person, but excellent with knots. We decided, as our pay for having to chip snow for him and move the rest of that junk, to commandeer four cocktail glasses (remaining from a set of six - the other two broke because they were packed so badly) which caught our fancy. They look to my untutored eye as if they might be from the 1920's, and thinking he's having it all hauled by junk guys, I don't feel in the least guilty about it, because probably the rest would just get broken in the process. There's probably tons of other, tougher things which the junk guys will make a profit on.