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It's been awhile, and significant things have happened...
Wednesday, the electricity was randomly out at our house and at our next-door neighbor's house, but nowhere else. Mama and I had just gotten home from Rice when I discovered that the lights would not turn on, an, after toiling over pool-related chores, I was majorly de-energized, and wanted a shower. It was there that I had the most profound spiritual experience that I've had to date. I'll explain that someday.
Thursday, the electricity was back on, and I had the opportunity to listen to the cd that just came in, the cd of our (Rice's) fall concert. I could only sit and purr (quietly) in adoration. The Faure Requiem and Cantique de Jean Racine, and a Barber Agnus Dei, and the Chansons de Roses by some UCLA professor named Morten Lauridsen. All of them were mind-blowingly gorgeous, and I listened to that one cd for maybe three hours straight.
Friday night I finally installed DiabloII and played until the wee hours of the morning, but I don't know if I'm in the right zone to be able to play with my people... US East? If not, I'm only lvl 3, so I can change it without too much loss (it it loses anything, which it might not, I dunno). Oddly incongruous were the blood&guts Diablo screen and the serene New Day soundtrack I had running simultaneously. By Saturday afternoon (I woke up around 1:00) I had recovered from the novelty of the Rice cd and could actually function while listening to it, so I voluntarily reorganized my closet so that all my new leather, which had just been washed, would fit (I had to get rid of a bunch of mediocre khakis and jeans). I then toiled further with the pool broom and hoses and all sorts of torturous gadgets, and once I had time to check my mail, I found Nia's message inviting me to her house. I tremendously resented the fact that I hadn't checked earler, because Mama wouldn't let me go, saying that besides the fact that I needed to pack for my NY trip, we ought to go to Clear Lake and visit Joy and see a movie, and so go check what movies are on at the dollar theater in Clear Lake. She said she was feeling abandoned because tomorrow I was gonna be gone part of the day and we had to go over to Joy's anyway because she wanted to ask her for money. That's something I'd rather not know. I don't like to know that we are in trouble, though I can hardly avoid it, seeing as Mama's going to California next week for the lawsuit and we can't pay the mortgage and the people are calling at all hours of the day and night and being nasty enough that she has to hang up on them.
Anyway. I ended up going to Clear Lake and seeing The Majestic (VERY good movie, Jim Carrey is not just an obnoxious comedian, he can do great subtle drama and straight roles). I was happily surprised to see that the Saturday-night AD&D game that Robert hosts at his house (has been since college-- 15 or so years, every week) was in progress, so I spectated and observed and learned a few things. And then, wonder of all wonders, Robert GAVE me the book I had been browsing through, the 2nd-edition Players' Handbook! He said he had the new one, so I could have that! I was ecstatic. It's VERY helpful to know what you're doing if you try to play D&D. I don't think my DM even has this book, and he's just making up stuff and we get into spats about fairness, but if you know the rules it makes a difference in the game. So I stayed up until about 4, reading after the guys went home from the game.
And then, today I was awakened at about ten, in order to zoom home and wrap a present and zoom to Jillian's (an arcade/pool hall/bowling type place) for Bryce's birthday party, at which I was enormously silly (I don't think my HS friends realized I could be quite so silly -- I mean, we're all pretty silly at our school, but they're usually the ones to exhibit it at our gatherings) and ate a lot of the tops off of pizza. For some reason, I felt very competent and skilled today, and was walking with a kind of swagger. I must have been feeling very feline, because he noticed and commented on it. I felt like showing off. I felt like drawing attention. So I did. It was fun. It was a stage day, and there was a fountain, so I was happy. And I won at air hockey.
They dropped me off at Roger's to do our normal Sunday rehearsal-thing from 2-7ish, on whatever interesting Medieval/Renn/classical music he finds. I was, of course, late, so I didn't get to sing much, but what we did was nice. And then, barbecue chicken. It reminds me, I ought to look into actually GOING to a Stargate Music Guild meeting, instead of just wishing. They're on Wednesday evenings. I want somebody to come with me. The SCA is cool.
Once home, I checked all my usual pages for updates (in no particular order: Kyoht, Goldenwolf, Aliah's journal, Nia's page, Alex's journal, Swiftpaw, Elfwood, and Yahoo mail). None were different. I settled down to work on my redraw of Dance, and lo and behold, the phone is for me. A cryptic request to read Aliah's newest entry. I thought I had. But no. The dumb thing was cached. There was an update. And what a one. I just hope she'll pardon the cheesiness of my reply. I wish I could be more help and less annoyance. I suppose I appear rather distant... Nia's a kindred soul, Ev's a kindred spirit... I'm glad she has a soul-sibling. I'm glad she has any sibling. I wish mine had lived.
Well, intermittent breaks for drawing notwithstanding, that's rather the end of that week's saga. And David's coming home tomorrow? We'll see (he's been elsewhere, mainly Europe and Africa, for six months, and he originally said it was going to be two weeks). If so, that would be good. Mama's leaving, David's coming, and then I'm leaving for NYC. Interesting. It must be a season of change.
Wednesday, the electricity was randomly out at our house and at our next-door neighbor's house, but nowhere else. Mama and I had just gotten home from Rice when I discovered that the lights would not turn on, an, after toiling over pool-related chores, I was majorly de-energized, and wanted a shower. It was there that I had the most profound spiritual experience that I've had to date. I'll explain that someday.
Thursday, the electricity was back on, and I had the opportunity to listen to the cd that just came in, the cd of our (Rice's) fall concert. I could only sit and purr (quietly) in adoration. The Faure Requiem and Cantique de Jean Racine, and a Barber Agnus Dei, and the Chansons de Roses by some UCLA professor named Morten Lauridsen. All of them were mind-blowingly gorgeous, and I listened to that one cd for maybe three hours straight.
Friday night I finally installed DiabloII and played until the wee hours of the morning, but I don't know if I'm in the right zone to be able to play with my people... US East? If not, I'm only lvl 3, so I can change it without too much loss (it it loses anything, which it might not, I dunno). Oddly incongruous were the blood&guts Diablo screen and the serene New Day soundtrack I had running simultaneously. By Saturday afternoon (I woke up around 1:00) I had recovered from the novelty of the Rice cd and could actually function while listening to it, so I voluntarily reorganized my closet so that all my new leather, which had just been washed, would fit (I had to get rid of a bunch of mediocre khakis and jeans). I then toiled further with the pool broom and hoses and all sorts of torturous gadgets, and once I had time to check my mail, I found Nia's message inviting me to her house. I tremendously resented the fact that I hadn't checked earler, because Mama wouldn't let me go, saying that besides the fact that I needed to pack for my NY trip, we ought to go to Clear Lake and visit Joy and see a movie, and so go check what movies are on at the dollar theater in Clear Lake. She said she was feeling abandoned because tomorrow I was gonna be gone part of the day and we had to go over to Joy's anyway because she wanted to ask her for money. That's something I'd rather not know. I don't like to know that we are in trouble, though I can hardly avoid it, seeing as Mama's going to California next week for the lawsuit and we can't pay the mortgage and the people are calling at all hours of the day and night and being nasty enough that she has to hang up on them.
Anyway. I ended up going to Clear Lake and seeing The Majestic (VERY good movie, Jim Carrey is not just an obnoxious comedian, he can do great subtle drama and straight roles). I was happily surprised to see that the Saturday-night AD&D game that Robert hosts at his house (has been since college-- 15 or so years, every week) was in progress, so I spectated and observed and learned a few things. And then, wonder of all wonders, Robert GAVE me the book I had been browsing through, the 2nd-edition Players' Handbook! He said he had the new one, so I could have that! I was ecstatic. It's VERY helpful to know what you're doing if you try to play D&D. I don't think my DM even has this book, and he's just making up stuff and we get into spats about fairness, but if you know the rules it makes a difference in the game. So I stayed up until about 4, reading after the guys went home from the game.
And then, today I was awakened at about ten, in order to zoom home and wrap a present and zoom to Jillian's (an arcade/pool hall/bowling type place) for Bryce's birthday party, at which I was enormously silly (I don't think my HS friends realized I could be quite so silly -- I mean, we're all pretty silly at our school, but they're usually the ones to exhibit it at our gatherings) and ate a lot of the tops off of pizza. For some reason, I felt very competent and skilled today, and was walking with a kind of swagger. I must have been feeling very feline, because he noticed and commented on it. I felt like showing off. I felt like drawing attention. So I did. It was fun. It was a stage day, and there was a fountain, so I was happy. And I won at air hockey.
They dropped me off at Roger's to do our normal Sunday rehearsal-thing from 2-7ish, on whatever interesting Medieval/Renn/classical music he finds. I was, of course, late, so I didn't get to sing much, but what we did was nice. And then, barbecue chicken. It reminds me, I ought to look into actually GOING to a Stargate Music Guild meeting, instead of just wishing. They're on Wednesday evenings. I want somebody to come with me. The SCA is cool.
Once home, I checked all my usual pages for updates (in no particular order: Kyoht, Goldenwolf, Aliah's journal, Nia's page, Alex's journal, Swiftpaw, Elfwood, and Yahoo mail). None were different. I settled down to work on my redraw of Dance, and lo and behold, the phone is for me. A cryptic request to read Aliah's newest entry. I thought I had. But no. The dumb thing was cached. There was an update. And what a one. I just hope she'll pardon the cheesiness of my reply. I wish I could be more help and less annoyance. I suppose I appear rather distant... Nia's a kindred soul, Ev's a kindred spirit... I'm glad she has a soul-sibling. I'm glad she has any sibling. I wish mine had lived.
Well, intermittent breaks for drawing notwithstanding, that's rather the end of that week's saga. And David's coming home tomorrow? We'll see (he's been elsewhere, mainly Europe and Africa, for six months, and he originally said it was going to be two weeks). If so, that would be good. Mama's leaving, David's coming, and then I'm leaving for NYC. Interesting. It must be a season of change.
