Life is Good. Can you tell?
Dec. 12th, 2010 01:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
We moved the washer and dryer a friend gave up into the basement. The washer is just fine; the dryer is slow, but works, so hurrah. The main issue with this, though, is that a number of boxes and random junk have been moved around to make even more of a mess of our main floor. A lot of these boxes are Colin's memorabilia from the dining room cupboards, so I don't know what's special and what isn't, what goes together, etc. It's a mess, I'm not sure I can clean it alone, or even make a proper start. And what it really really does is make me REALLY disinclined to even consider trying to decorate.
Christmas overall is just too damn soon. I feel like there's NO TIME. it all scurried by.
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Either the CD burner, the software, or the blank CDs are completely screwed up. Because the individual files play just fine if I leave them on my computer. Or move them to the MP3 player. But that's ALL FOUR discs I attempted to burn today producing crackles, errors, and random pauses. Two of them were intended to replace prior CDs that used to work but stopped doing so - something that's happened to me more often even than that (and not all with the same CD player, which is why I;m not blaming that. Many of the older ones seemed to have picked up scratches from the folder they're kept in, and many others work fine, so I was inclined to blame the storage method.
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My brother is struggling right now with his whole life plan. Which... I want to help. But there's a lot of aspects where nothing I can say is useful. And the last conversation rambled off anyhow.
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I'm reading and rereading Diana Wynne Jones right now. Because that's what one does at certain times*, and I found a short fiction collection of hers at the library I've had no luck finding before (including at the library).
Still not looking forward at all to the idea that the reading part of that may be gone all too soon, and rereading the only part left.
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It's been clear for a while that Colin and I were burning out a bit on the SCA. There are two ways you can go when you're doing that; focus only on going to those things that really interest you (Ie, archery and/or dance) and risk the end so often seen for this path: going to less and less until inertia pretty much stops any and all involvement in the hobby - or try and look consciously for the thing that made you start, rekindle the flame, or return to some subsets of the hobby that were tried before, or teaching new people, or volunteering again. I seem to be doing more of the latter than the former. Colin is the opposite. I think this could end up a source of tension.
In related news, though, my St. George scroll is turning out as good as it ought. Yay!
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I seem to have decided on a possible solution to the desire for Thursdays in which to do archery or other non-choir things. Which is to go to every second Thursday practice (since there's also a practice Sunday before service, and we do prep most songs ahead, and I know some of the repertoire by heart). And use the alternate Thursdays for arching and other such. We'll see how it works.
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Writing is Hard. In other news, Water is Wet.
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*Except when one does it with Pratchett. To which... well, the same damn second paragraph applies.
Christmas overall is just too damn soon. I feel like there's NO TIME. it all scurried by.
____________
Either the CD burner, the software, or the blank CDs are completely screwed up. Because the individual files play just fine if I leave them on my computer. Or move them to the MP3 player. But that's ALL FOUR discs I attempted to burn today producing crackles, errors, and random pauses. Two of them were intended to replace prior CDs that used to work but stopped doing so - something that's happened to me more often even than that (and not all with the same CD player, which is why I;m not blaming that. Many of the older ones seemed to have picked up scratches from the folder they're kept in, and many others work fine, so I was inclined to blame the storage method.
_____________
My brother is struggling right now with his whole life plan. Which... I want to help. But there's a lot of aspects where nothing I can say is useful. And the last conversation rambled off anyhow.
_____________
I'm reading and rereading Diana Wynne Jones right now. Because that's what one does at certain times*, and I found a short fiction collection of hers at the library I've had no luck finding before (including at the library).
Still not looking forward at all to the idea that the reading part of that may be gone all too soon, and rereading the only part left.
_____________
It's been clear for a while that Colin and I were burning out a bit on the SCA. There are two ways you can go when you're doing that; focus only on going to those things that really interest you (Ie, archery and/or dance) and risk the end so often seen for this path: going to less and less until inertia pretty much stops any and all involvement in the hobby - or try and look consciously for the thing that made you start, rekindle the flame, or return to some subsets of the hobby that were tried before, or teaching new people, or volunteering again. I seem to be doing more of the latter than the former. Colin is the opposite. I think this could end up a source of tension.
In related news, though, my St. George scroll is turning out as good as it ought. Yay!
____________
I seem to have decided on a possible solution to the desire for Thursdays in which to do archery or other non-choir things. Which is to go to every second Thursday practice (since there's also a practice Sunday before service, and we do prep most songs ahead, and I know some of the repertoire by heart). And use the alternate Thursdays for arching and other such. We'll see how it works.
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Writing is Hard. In other news, Water is Wet.
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*Except when one does it with Pratchett. To which... well, the same damn second paragraph applies.