The sky just turned orange
Nov. 27th, 2004 04:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanThat was a dramatic moment. The sky has been a slightly mottled dull gray all day, but suddenly the whole western half of it turned orange, with outliers of peach and pink. Streamers and puffs of gray are moving rapidly past the ruddy background. The pure white snow light is pink too. Below the brightest orange is a band of bluey-green.
There are advantages to having one's office in a sunroom.
As long as I'm here, a brief catching up. Two weekends ago, I went to tea at J's house. It was stupendous as always; highlights were the salmon and pickled ginger wrapped in whole-wheat tortillas, and the pear-cranberry crumble. Oh, and the pumpkin-seed bread and the goat cheese. The company was also superb. I was somewhat under the weather mentally, and finally decided to stop talking, since I am quite afraid that I gave R the idea that I thought her particular charitable objects were inferior to mine, which was not at all my intention. It was good to see everybody.
On Sunday my mother came over and we took all the paving stones out of the raised bed where they have been sitting since March, and used them to delineate the garden beds in the back yard, and to make some stepping stones across the wasteland created by the toxins in the sunflower hulls; now I'll be able to get to the bird feeder without sinking into a sea of mud. I need a ground cover that won't succumb to sunflower toxins. Wild rose and daylily flourish in them, but they are too prickly and too tall for this use.
The following weekend, I went to an excellent party and got to talk to a lot of people I hadn't seen in far too long. My social skills were slightly better, although I did miss a chance to introduce David S. Cargo to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrissa as "the man who invented Heathwill Library." I had a good though interrupted chat with pegkerr and a long talk with David Cargo about bread, and with David Cargo and carbonel and Jonathan about a variety of things; also a brief pleasant chat with markiv1111. The music session was quite good; listening to fredcritter playing "Uncle John's Band" brought up layers and layers of memory suddenly, beginning in college and going on and on.
We went to Northfield for Thanksgiving. I made the pies, and the pie crust was pretty much okay. The vegan pumpkin pie was pronounced especially nice, which I attribute somewhat sheepishly to having gotten fresh spices for it.
The day after Thanksgiving, David and I went over tolaurel and kaustin's open house, admired paint jobs and woodwork and two utterly gorgeous cats, told cat stories and house stories, and got to hang out a bit with dreamshark and Richard for a bit, as well of course as the occupants. Laurel has a string of lighted-up cardinals on the front porch, which were delightfully wintery and homely. Then we drove to Rainbow in the rain, without a bow, picked up a necessity or two, and came home again in the mist. It was weirdly warm. Later on I had a wandering conversation about Anthony Price with David, confirming once again how cozy it is to have reread the same books.
Other random observations: I like "Joan of Arcadia" because it remembers that there are meteor showers. Also, I'm writing a short story forsdn. I haven't written a short story since something like 1987. Whee.
Pamela
There are advantages to having one's office in a sunroom.
As long as I'm here, a brief catching up. Two weekends ago, I went to tea at J's house. It was stupendous as always; highlights were the salmon and pickled ginger wrapped in whole-wheat tortillas, and the pear-cranberry crumble. Oh, and the pumpkin-seed bread and the goat cheese. The company was also superb. I was somewhat under the weather mentally, and finally decided to stop talking, since I am quite afraid that I gave R the idea that I thought her particular charitable objects were inferior to mine, which was not at all my intention. It was good to see everybody.
On Sunday my mother came over and we took all the paving stones out of the raised bed where they have been sitting since March, and used them to delineate the garden beds in the back yard, and to make some stepping stones across the wasteland created by the toxins in the sunflower hulls; now I'll be able to get to the bird feeder without sinking into a sea of mud. I need a ground cover that won't succumb to sunflower toxins. Wild rose and daylily flourish in them, but they are too prickly and too tall for this use.
The following weekend, I went to an excellent party and got to talk to a lot of people I hadn't seen in far too long. My social skills were slightly better, although I did miss a chance to introduce David S. Cargo to
mrissa as "the man who invented Heathwill Library." I had a good though interrupted chat with pegkerr and a long talk with David Cargo about bread, and with David Cargo and carbonel and Jonathan about a variety of things; also a brief pleasant chat with markiv1111. The music session was quite good; listening to fredcritter playing "Uncle John's Band" brought up layers and layers of memory suddenly, beginning in college and going on and on.We went to Northfield for Thanksgiving. I made the pies, and the pie crust was pretty much okay. The vegan pumpkin pie was pronounced especially nice, which I attribute somewhat sheepishly to having gotten fresh spices for it.
The day after Thanksgiving, David and I went over to
laurel and kaustin's open house, admired paint jobs and woodwork and two utterly gorgeous cats, told cat stories and house stories, and got to hang out a bit with dreamshark and Richard for a bit, as well of course as the occupants. Laurel has a string of lighted-up cardinals on the front porch, which were delightfully wintery and homely. Then we drove to Rainbow in the rain, without a bow, picked up a necessity or two, and came home again in the mist. It was weirdly warm. Later on I had a wandering conversation about Anthony Price with David, confirming once again how cozy it is to have reread the same books.Other random observations: I like "Joan of Arcadia" because it remembers that there are meteor showers. Also, I'm writing a short story for
sdn. I haven't written a short story since something like 1987. Whee.Pamela
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Date: 2004-11-27 05:10 pm (UTC)::leap leap leap::
btw, you have a much better social life than i do.
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Date: 2004-11-27 06:42 pm (UTC)Pamela
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Date: 2004-11-27 06:56 pm (UTC)today has been unplanned. i haven't had any downtime in ten days (no kidding -- work, work, convention x 5, work, thanksgiving, more thanksgiving, and then today. i slept.
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Date: 2004-11-27 07:53 pm (UTC)If I ran my motor ten days in a row I'd be barking.
Pamela
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Date: 2004-11-28 04:54 am (UTC)I love to read your posts. Good to see you again.