• Loose leaf rose tea. I just bought two ounces of it at an imports store in Pittsburgh -- it's black tea with rose petals and a couple of other ingredients that were on the big cannister but are not on the label, phooey. At any rate, it is delightful and I feel as though I am in a fairy tale when I drink it. (I love rose flavour -- it tastes exactly ( Read more... )

My coffee shop gig/adventure went splendidly -- the crowd wasn't as responsive as the more close-knit, younger-skewed crowd last week, but I got applause and I had fun -- I started out with Florence + the Machine and played my vampire "Scarborough Fair" and Hannah and Angie came and we talked about werewolves and zombies and writing in between ( Read more... )

I am feeling a bit blecchy at the moment -- sort of dull grey (not a nice mossy-stone grey, but a dour, mildewy grey -- though not quite so melodramatic), but I have realised of late how little I have been posting and this saddens me. I mean, there's you guys, and also I do like to have records of things, even if the things are just the ( Read more... )

I have missed bicycling! Last night, coming home from work, the sky was very strange and beautiful, with pale low clouds like smoke with the thinnest promise of flame. To look up from the road and see that -- !

Recent job adventures include: running a little bit late and taking the wrong short-cut, which made me very very late, and cross; having a ( Read more... )

I find that I am rather enjoying the mentally energised feeling that comes with one's fever breaking; although I am not entirely certain that it makes up for being in bed all day and missing five good hours of work, much less the first vomiting I have done in three years. And it was a Friday afternoon shift, too! Very busy! I love being busy with ( Read more... )

(You know that I am tired and hungry and want the computer to just go away, please, when I post the same entry on Xanga and LiveJournal. Augh. I have been doing far too much of this lately.)

So, yeah, we went to Pittsburgh yesterday, and I--reckon I'm still a bit overwhelmed. I know that if I tried to type up the day, I'd end up going on about what ( Read more... )

I'd never heard of steampunk before today (or, rather, I'd heard the term bandied about and didn't pay a great deal of attention), but reading some of the discussion over the really nifty thing that Neil Gaiman linked to in his Journal of Awesome piqued my interest, and off to trusty Wikipedia went I. Now, I am rather deleriously enthralled, and I ( Read more... )

And so ends what will go down in family history as The Week Without Mum. (Right, it was ten days, but I say if the French and English can have their hundred-and-sixty-year Hundred Years War, we can have our ten-day Week Without Mum.) Weeks Without Mum, by the way, have been nonexistant until now. Dad's been gone for two weeks at least twice (three ( Read more... )

She's all right, is what the nurses have been reassuring us with. She's not doing any worse: it's just that she isn't getting any better, and there's some stuff that they can do for her at a bigger hospital in Pittsburgh that they can't do for her here (something about her lungs needing to get stronger), or nearly as well, and maybe she won't even ( Read more... )

Agh, tired. I had to send several long emails today to some of Mum's forum people, and herd the siblings, and then I realised that the house was beginning to look like the aftermath of a small skirmish and my back is sore and oy vey, is this what Mum has got to deal with all the time, except on a larger scale? And then she comes up with something ( Read more... )