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I sat down and wrote my Mom an email, so in lieu of actually writing something different to post I think I'll just mostly repost that, with a few edits. But hey, at least I produced a few paragraphs of writing. Considering what Eor recently read about how the Internet rewires our brains so that we can't concentrate I'm thinking this is a minor victory in perhaps reclaiming my brain.
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It was -1F here, today (-18C!) when we walked up the street to see if the breakfast place, Isabella's, was open. It was closed - in fact, closed until March. I think they've all migrated south. It's hard to develop a habit of going to a place when they're so unpredictable - even when they're 'here' they seem to open whenever they feel like it.
So we went down to Becky's Diner in Portland and had a lovely breakfast, and they even have gluten free muffins down there, so it was all good. :) Then we proceeded on to Portsmouth, because Eor wanted to check out a record store down there, although on the way back we stopped at the record store in Portland, and were very impressed with how much more clean and well-organized it is than either of the places we went to in Portsmouth. He doesn't think he'll bother to make a pilgrimage down there just for records again.
We did have fun wandering around through a few other stores while we were in Portsmouth, though. Hawk had asked me to look into the price of a thing he'd seen a few months ago, a kind of gauzy curtain which hangs from a ring so that you can suspend it from the ceiling over a chair. I couldn't understand what the point of it was when he described it to me, but now that I've seen it I understand, and I know I'll want one if I ever have a porch of my own: it's a mosquito netting. Indian, of course, very pretty. I guess it could be hung from a tree limb, too, though I suspect you wouldn't want to leave it outside. In order to be effective it kind of has to drape onto the ground, and it would rot. At the same place, though, I did get a little wall-sconce candle holder with a metal cut-out lizard. I'm a little nervous about getting soot on my white wall, but Eor mounted it for me next to my desk and I want to light it now that it's dark. :)
I suppose I should go finish off the last of my muffin I've been hauling around all day, with a little rooibus tea, as I'm developing a tremendous headache and should probably get away from the computer screen.
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Yup, headache, not sure what that's all about, I had enough caffeine, today. Almost done with "'Tention" (GM Fenn)! Good lord this story is slow. Also, Copperbadge posted Chapter 8 of Trace and I think there's only going to be nine chapters and a prologue... I'm trying to convince myself I should not read CH 8 until I have the rest of it in the Nook. :)
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It was -1F here, today (-18C!) when we walked up the street to see if the breakfast place, Isabella's, was open. It was closed - in fact, closed until March. I think they've all migrated south. It's hard to develop a habit of going to a place when they're so unpredictable - even when they're 'here' they seem to open whenever they feel like it.
So we went down to Becky's Diner in Portland and had a lovely breakfast, and they even have gluten free muffins down there, so it was all good. :) Then we proceeded on to Portsmouth, because Eor wanted to check out a record store down there, although on the way back we stopped at the record store in Portland, and were very impressed with how much more clean and well-organized it is than either of the places we went to in Portsmouth. He doesn't think he'll bother to make a pilgrimage down there just for records again.
We did have fun wandering around through a few other stores while we were in Portsmouth, though. Hawk had asked me to look into the price of a thing he'd seen a few months ago, a kind of gauzy curtain which hangs from a ring so that you can suspend it from the ceiling over a chair. I couldn't understand what the point of it was when he described it to me, but now that I've seen it I understand, and I know I'll want one if I ever have a porch of my own: it's a mosquito netting. Indian, of course, very pretty. I guess it could be hung from a tree limb, too, though I suspect you wouldn't want to leave it outside. In order to be effective it kind of has to drape onto the ground, and it would rot. At the same place, though, I did get a little wall-sconce candle holder with a metal cut-out lizard. I'm a little nervous about getting soot on my white wall, but Eor mounted it for me next to my desk and I want to light it now that it's dark. :)
I suppose I should go finish off the last of my muffin I've been hauling around all day, with a little rooibus tea, as I'm developing a tremendous headache and should probably get away from the computer screen.
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Yup, headache, not sure what that's all about, I had enough caffeine, today. Almost done with "'Tention" (GM Fenn)! Good lord this story is slow. Also, Copperbadge posted Chapter 8 of Trace and I think there's only going to be nine chapters and a prologue... I'm trying to convince myself I should not read CH 8 until I have the rest of it in the Nook. :)