True Blue

Good: As of today, the days will be getting longer. I hadn't even noticed the vast psychological difference between this year and last year - leaving for work at 7:45 in the morning versus 6:45 in morning is the difference between daylight and none. I was so itchy for the solstice last year because leaving for work in the dark and returning home in the dark was oppressive. More reasons why a ten-minute commute and sane employers are lovely.

Also, the Polish police found the sign.

Bad: My Christmas presents for my family aren't finished yet and the one present I purchased hasn't arrived in the mail. My lab book is way behind. The report I was supposed to submit on Friday is late because of it. My experiments still aren't working. I am getting my teeth cleaned on Dec.23rd at 8:30 in the morning. But at least I have insurance (that apparently only becomes active six months into my new job..ie Feb.1st...ugh...fuzzy teeth).

Oh, and I forgot how lovely this score is:

(shh) shoo shoo caribou...

...the ball is always in your court. So busy I stayed - insulating the in-laws place with loose fill fibre insulation (ack in my ears/lungs/nose/heart). Re-watched Fellowship of the Ring, drank some organic honeybrew beer, bought a book. That was Saturday.

Cleaned and cleaned and cleaned on Sunday. Behind the moveable kitchen counter. Behind the toilet. Around the cat dish (raw food = big job). Re-arranged the corkboard contents, swept the dresser tops, threw away the bits & pieces of life (old receipts, old business cards, old mail). Fed the plants. Cooked ribs, some squash soup, some tuna cakes with salad. Cut carrot and apples from the yard. Made some soppy apple crisp, had a bath, did the dishes. Started another pair of socks.

Wondered when I would learn the skills to make these nifty things:
1. mosaic tiled tree, hopefully on the bathroom floor.

2. metal work staircases. To where, I don't know.


3. stained glass windows. Whimsy via sunlight.

4. compass rose in wood. Smack in the hallway, so one can always find their way back.



I think I'm getting the itch to travel. Make good use of that intended compass rose.

It has been a constant dance party in my head these past few days. I like it when the students leave.

Handmade harnesses of biological proportions

This is what Venutians wear to formal parties.

Oy.

This song is lovely.