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the much-anticipated somewhat lazy Sunday
Dec. 16th, 2018 02:13 pmI have subscribed to some new journals and see I have gained a few new readers as well. Welcome! Please comment as copiously as you like; I always, always welcome conversation.
This was a busy busy week, and yesterday there was a Girl Scout event, but today blissful laziness; I have eaten breakfast and lunch, drunk coffee, sent a little necessary organisational email, aided our spouse in feeding the children, and done several things purely for pleasure, such as listening to a new-to-me Nox Arcana album on Spotify (synth-driven goth-inflected carols almost make up for the lack of true cold here) and reading a New Yorker article from 1995 in which Anthony Lane reviews a slew of cookbooks -- this last not entirely a pleasure, since there is some simmering misogyny in the article which I was not expecting, but there are also some interesting lines which I plan to think on, so all in all it is worth it.
I have also engaged in extensive negotiations with one of the cats regarding my presence in the brown chair; it is the chair I used to nurse the children in, extremely comfortable, but it has high arms and thus with my laptop actually in my lap there is no room for the cat -- which does not stop him from trying, but unless I hold him with both arms (leaving me unable to type and thus rather missing the point of having the laptop in the first place), he ends up sliding down my chest and landing repeatedly on the keyboard as his limbs flail about and his claws grab at my shirt and his dignity vanishes entirely. After several rounds of this I have just now moved upstairs where I can sit on the bed and there is ample room for him to curl up against my hip and be cuddled. I am constantly amazed by how affectionate he is; he was a rescue and had not been treated very well, but smol daughter and spouse fell in love with how playful and adventuresome he was, so home he came, and then astonished us all by quickly turning into a lap-and-bed-and-snuggling cat. I cannot imagine how we ever did without him.
Yesterday spouse and smol daughter brought home the Christmas tree, so shortly I must pull myself away from warm cat and laptop and Spotify and corral everyone so we may decorate it, perhaps with a fire in the fireplace (air quality seems to be permitting) and some hot chocolate or something similar. There is a large storm approaching, but we are in a very rain shadowed valley, so we might get only a brief shower, or nothing at all. I am hoping for much rain, though, I love it for itself and the land almost always needs it, and to decorate our tree with the sound of rain outside sounds marvelous.
This was a busy busy week, and yesterday there was a Girl Scout event, but today blissful laziness; I have eaten breakfast and lunch, drunk coffee, sent a little necessary organisational email, aided our spouse in feeding the children, and done several things purely for pleasure, such as listening to a new-to-me Nox Arcana album on Spotify (synth-driven goth-inflected carols almost make up for the lack of true cold here) and reading a New Yorker article from 1995 in which Anthony Lane reviews a slew of cookbooks -- this last not entirely a pleasure, since there is some simmering misogyny in the article which I was not expecting, but there are also some interesting lines which I plan to think on, so all in all it is worth it.
I have also engaged in extensive negotiations with one of the cats regarding my presence in the brown chair; it is the chair I used to nurse the children in, extremely comfortable, but it has high arms and thus with my laptop actually in my lap there is no room for the cat -- which does not stop him from trying, but unless I hold him with both arms (leaving me unable to type and thus rather missing the point of having the laptop in the first place), he ends up sliding down my chest and landing repeatedly on the keyboard as his limbs flail about and his claws grab at my shirt and his dignity vanishes entirely. After several rounds of this I have just now moved upstairs where I can sit on the bed and there is ample room for him to curl up against my hip and be cuddled. I am constantly amazed by how affectionate he is; he was a rescue and had not been treated very well, but smol daughter and spouse fell in love with how playful and adventuresome he was, so home he came, and then astonished us all by quickly turning into a lap-and-bed-and-snuggling cat. I cannot imagine how we ever did without him.
Yesterday spouse and smol daughter brought home the Christmas tree, so shortly I must pull myself away from warm cat and laptop and Spotify and corral everyone so we may decorate it, perhaps with a fire in the fireplace (air quality seems to be permitting) and some hot chocolate or something similar. There is a large storm approaching, but we are in a very rain shadowed valley, so we might get only a brief shower, or nothing at all. I am hoping for much rain, though, I love it for itself and the land almost always needs it, and to decorate our tree with the sound of rain outside sounds marvelous.
