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I'm on a Mexican pati-oooo.
Jun. 14th, 2010 11:48 pmJune 14, 2010 Progress Notes:
"The Closet Monster"
Words today: 500.
Words total: 11,900.
Reason for stopping: Went out to shuttle things to the new place and then drink beer on a patio. Like you do.
Books in progress: Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote; John M. Ford, Web of Angels.
The glamour: Pretty copious: managed to make bread, redye my hair to its brilliant blue colour in time for the New Pornographers concert tomorrow night and write words before heading out this evening. This is what we call a good use of my time.
Okay, the patio was not actually Mexican; it was the Victory Cafe, home of both really stoned waiters and the best mac and cheese in the city. I just thought the line was funny. So there!
Managed to move over some extraneous dishes and the wire basket thing that's going to be our pantry, mostly by the good graces of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theshaggy, who valiantly carries heavy things for and/or with me. We retired to the Victory after, had food and beer, and watched the sun set through the trees out on the patio. There was a grey and brown kitty who spent some time perched behind me on the railing inspecting some nails that weren't hammered in all the way, but she apparently didn't want to appear on film.
After that, we stopped at Greg's for ice cream (cinnamon and sweet cream, one scoop of each, thankya) and meandered homewards. I can tell I'm still a little out of shape from the ankle thing -- there's a bit of a blister coming up on the sole of my foot -- but it's a nice night for a walk: warm, breezy, a little bit humid but not much more.
I have a really good life. Maybe I don't say that enough. But yeah: I have a really, really good life.
"The Closet Monster"
Words today: 500.
Words total: 11,900.
Reason for stopping: Went out to shuttle things to the new place and then drink beer on a patio. Like you do.
Books in progress: Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote; John M. Ford, Web of Angels.
The glamour: Pretty copious: managed to make bread, redye my hair to its brilliant blue colour in time for the New Pornographers concert tomorrow night and write words before heading out this evening. This is what we call a good use of my time.
Okay, the patio was not actually Mexican; it was the Victory Cafe, home of both really stoned waiters and the best mac and cheese in the city. I just thought the line was funny. So there!
Managed to move over some extraneous dishes and the wire basket thing that's going to be our pantry, mostly by the good graces of
theshaggy, who valiantly carries heavy things for and/or with me. We retired to the Victory after, had food and beer, and watched the sun set through the trees out on the patio. There was a grey and brown kitty who spent some time perched behind me on the railing inspecting some nails that weren't hammered in all the way, but she apparently didn't want to appear on film.After that, we stopped at Greg's for ice cream (cinnamon and sweet cream, one scoop of each, thankya) and meandered homewards. I can tell I'm still a little out of shape from the ankle thing -- there's a bit of a blister coming up on the sole of my foot -- but it's a nice night for a walk: warm, breezy, a little bit humid but not much more.
I have a really good life. Maybe I don't say that enough. But yeah: I have a really, really good life.
