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My eyes are red and scratchy, and I'm coughing from the air, but it's pretty likely that will be the worst thing I suffer from the fires raging around Southern California. I don't know anyone who's been evacuated, but the loss of homes, of land and wildlife is devastating. 13 people dead, high winds, low humidity. It's a terrifying thing. My hope and good will goes out to all of the people effected. It's just so awful, seeing the orange burn, the smoke in the sky and red-orange light that tells you something is just really, really wrong.
Please keep all of the people affected by and threatened by the fires in your thoughts.
I rarely wish bad things upon people, and I won't start now. But I hope the people who set the San Bernadino fire are caught and given the maximum punishment.
I have been awake since 5:30. I only see 5:30 from the other end of the dial. And I prefer it this way. My normal getting home at 9:30 p.m. Monday, it's really gonna suck today:(
My mother was here this weekend, had to suffer through rehearsal all day on Saturday as we get ready for our big Halloween show. Stress and sniping and bitchiness, and we're screwing up the dances and yelling at each other, and I know it will get better, but I wish we'd stopping acting like we were 14 years old.
We came home to find M. and G. playing video games. G. had never met her before, told her about his plan to drive out and get my piano and drive it back here. She'd probably give him my first born if he actual went through with this. However, I'm almost 99% certain that G.'s girlfriend would not fully support this endeavor. And as I'm not her favorite person anyway, I'm guessing that the piano will stay happily in my mother's basement.
But it's always good to see my mom. She's so far away, and I miss her sometimes, and although I was short and growly with her several times, she really is so tolerant, and just such a good mom. And, she bought me calf length, oxblood red, three inch heel boots. Which I love, and patted in the store like they were going to come home and do obscene things with me. The shoe guy knew he had a sale. And I wonder why I have no furniture. My mother asked me if I wanted a dresser or the boots and I even pretended to think seriously about the question:)
Makes me feel a little old though, because although I have too many shoes, and an unnatural attachment to most of them, the last time I felt this passionate about a pair of shoes, they too were oxblood red. Patent leather Doc Martens and they gave me the worst blisters I've ever had. Bought 'em in Dublin, and climbed a mountain in them the next day because my other shoes were clogs, and I still have a scar across the top of my foot from the damned shoes, and I'll never ever be able to give them away.
Needless to say, there wasn't a lick of writing accomplished this weekend. However, my house is sparkling clean. I don't think that's an adequate trade off. I'd rather have written, and lived in chaos.
Oh, oh and happy belated birthday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
infinitemonkeys. May you have joy in your house, your friends and your extracurricular interests. And may you discover many new musical artists to share with the rest of us this year:)
Please keep all of the people affected by and threatened by the fires in your thoughts.
I rarely wish bad things upon people, and I won't start now. But I hope the people who set the San Bernadino fire are caught and given the maximum punishment.
I have been awake since 5:30. I only see 5:30 from the other end of the dial. And I prefer it this way. My normal getting home at 9:30 p.m. Monday, it's really gonna suck today:(
My mother was here this weekend, had to suffer through rehearsal all day on Saturday as we get ready for our big Halloween show. Stress and sniping and bitchiness, and we're screwing up the dances and yelling at each other, and I know it will get better, but I wish we'd stopping acting like we were 14 years old.
We came home to find M. and G. playing video games. G. had never met her before, told her about his plan to drive out and get my piano and drive it back here. She'd probably give him my first born if he actual went through with this. However, I'm almost 99% certain that G.'s girlfriend would not fully support this endeavor. And as I'm not her favorite person anyway, I'm guessing that the piano will stay happily in my mother's basement.
But it's always good to see my mom. She's so far away, and I miss her sometimes, and although I was short and growly with her several times, she really is so tolerant, and just such a good mom. And, she bought me calf length, oxblood red, three inch heel boots. Which I love, and patted in the store like they were going to come home and do obscene things with me. The shoe guy knew he had a sale. And I wonder why I have no furniture. My mother asked me if I wanted a dresser or the boots and I even pretended to think seriously about the question:)
Makes me feel a little old though, because although I have too many shoes, and an unnatural attachment to most of them, the last time I felt this passionate about a pair of shoes, they too were oxblood red. Patent leather Doc Martens and they gave me the worst blisters I've ever had. Bought 'em in Dublin, and climbed a mountain in them the next day because my other shoes were clogs, and I still have a scar across the top of my foot from the damned shoes, and I'll never ever be able to give them away.
Needless to say, there wasn't a lick of writing accomplished this weekend. However, my house is sparkling clean. I don't think that's an adequate trade off. I'd rather have written, and lived in chaos.
Oh, oh and happy belated birthday,
infinitemonkeys. May you have joy in your house, your friends and your extracurricular interests. And may you discover many new musical artists to share with the rest of us this year:)
