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My heart has rooms that sigh with dust
Nov. 8th, 2004 08:34 amI had a truly lovely, quiet, laid back but still productive weekend, go me! Friday evening I got together with the gals for a liberal dose of thai cuisine, alcohol and desserts while we watched a double feature of Mulan and Dr. Strangelove. While partaking in all of the above I also managed to whip up most of an afghan for a coworker's son. Gods I love Light 'n' Lofty, it's the only yarn that allows me to pull together a blanket in no time at all.
Went home afterwards and watched Al Franken on the Sundance channel. I don't usually get to hear his show on Air America so it's nice to get at least a little of him during the week. Crocheted some more then read a bit before passing out from exhaustion and the teeny bit of alcohol I'd consumed. I really am a cheap date.
Saturday, up bright and early (well kinda) to run errands. But they were fun errands, including getting myself some Bernat boucle to finally start on my own afghan. Got home and cleaned, organized, and otherwise puttered for a bit before calling home to talk to the family. Then I attempted to work on a drawing for my sis that failed utterly two times. Instead of letting myself get frustrated, I put it aside and worked on finishing up the kid's afghan, then starting my own. I'd forgotten how soothing crocheting truly is. When my hands got tired it was time to dive back into The Runes of the Earth.
Stephen R. Donaldson is one of the only writers on the planet whose work makes me stop every few paragraphs and re-read a word, or a phrase several times out of sheer adoration. His writing is like visual chocolate, I actually read some sentences aloud just to let them roll over my tongue. The beauty of his prose is staggering. And it's not like you get one or two such sentences or paragraphs in one of his novels, you get them every single page. I already know that when I finish this one I'm going to have to go back and re-read at least the second series again just so I can prolong the experience a little more. I'll need something to tide me over until the next one. *sigh*
Still, I'm only about 2/3 of the way through the novel so there's still plenty to enjoy.
Anyway, Sunday was filled with more errands and some crocheting, lots of organizing and a little retail therapy. Also managed to wrap all the Xmas gifts I had on hand (which was quite a few) and organized them into groups. If the holiday were tomorrow I'd have something for almost everyone at this point, scary, huh?
Talked to the landlord (finally) who's promised to replace my smoke detectors today (we'll see). Hopefully that will take care of that, but somehow I rather doubt it. Watched part of "Queen of the Damned" and oh boy was it a stinker. Oddly enough, though, I found myself almost considering buying it. Why? Simply put, Stuart Townsend walking around shirtless in black leather pants. 'Nuff said.
Then I caught part of the show on Alexander the Great, and was delighted to see it was hosted by Peter Woodward. He's become rather the darling of the History Channel which pleases me as I'd listen to him read the phone book. I also learned a very important lesson from the death of Phillip of Macedonia. If you turn your favorite pretty boy toys into your own personal bodyguard you would do well to pay attention to their grievances, particularly if said grievances include being thrown to your "licentious mule drivers" and ravished. Hmm, I wonder if that little episode will make it into the new movie about Alexander. Somehow I doubt it.
Yay sleep! I was sensible and put my book down nice and early so I could curl up and pass out. This is the first morning I've looked at myself in the mirror and not seen bloodshot, puffy eyes. I should do this more often.
Went home afterwards and watched Al Franken on the Sundance channel. I don't usually get to hear his show on Air America so it's nice to get at least a little of him during the week. Crocheted some more then read a bit before passing out from exhaustion and the teeny bit of alcohol I'd consumed. I really am a cheap date.
Saturday, up bright and early (well kinda) to run errands. But they were fun errands, including getting myself some Bernat boucle to finally start on my own afghan. Got home and cleaned, organized, and otherwise puttered for a bit before calling home to talk to the family. Then I attempted to work on a drawing for my sis that failed utterly two times. Instead of letting myself get frustrated, I put it aside and worked on finishing up the kid's afghan, then starting my own. I'd forgotten how soothing crocheting truly is. When my hands got tired it was time to dive back into The Runes of the Earth.
Stephen R. Donaldson is one of the only writers on the planet whose work makes me stop every few paragraphs and re-read a word, or a phrase several times out of sheer adoration. His writing is like visual chocolate, I actually read some sentences aloud just to let them roll over my tongue. The beauty of his prose is staggering. And it's not like you get one or two such sentences or paragraphs in one of his novels, you get them every single page. I already know that when I finish this one I'm going to have to go back and re-read at least the second series again just so I can prolong the experience a little more. I'll need something to tide me over until the next one. *sigh*
Still, I'm only about 2/3 of the way through the novel so there's still plenty to enjoy.
Anyway, Sunday was filled with more errands and some crocheting, lots of organizing and a little retail therapy. Also managed to wrap all the Xmas gifts I had on hand (which was quite a few) and organized them into groups. If the holiday were tomorrow I'd have something for almost everyone at this point, scary, huh?
Talked to the landlord (finally) who's promised to replace my smoke detectors today (we'll see). Hopefully that will take care of that, but somehow I rather doubt it. Watched part of "Queen of the Damned" and oh boy was it a stinker. Oddly enough, though, I found myself almost considering buying it. Why? Simply put, Stuart Townsend walking around shirtless in black leather pants. 'Nuff said.
Then I caught part of the show on Alexander the Great, and was delighted to see it was hosted by Peter Woodward. He's become rather the darling of the History Channel which pleases me as I'd listen to him read the phone book. I also learned a very important lesson from the death of Phillip of Macedonia. If you turn your favorite pretty boy toys into your own personal bodyguard you would do well to pay attention to their grievances, particularly if said grievances include being thrown to your "licentious mule drivers" and ravished. Hmm, I wonder if that little episode will make it into the new movie about Alexander. Somehow I doubt it.
Yay sleep! I was sensible and put my book down nice and early so I could curl up and pass out. This is the first morning I've looked at myself in the mirror and not seen bloodshot, puffy eyes. I should do this more often.
