'Til the heavens stop the rain
I have a new theory. I am going to elucidate this theory and beg the wonderfully talented poppycat to illustrate it, as she was bemoaning the lack of inpiration earlier this week and I am too lazy and un-artistic to even attempt it.
My new theory is this: I have a malevolent shadow. I've actually known this since I was four and my father first read me Peter Pan, but recently my shadow has achieved new levels of nastiness. On Friday, for example, it dislocated my jaw for me while I was in the middle of being loud and obnoxious at my mother. Much to her and velvet_granat's amusement. Schadenfreude (apologies to bell_man's leibling if I've spelled that wrong) personified they were. Meanies.
Today it surpassed itself.
Today, as I was walking away from what will hopefully become our new house (inside inspection tomorrow, outside inspection today - pics below for galaticchick's gratification), it ran in front of me while I was walking innocently and happily to the car and dug a hole in the ground, perfectly shaped for my left foot to fall into.
I've sprained my left ankle. Pretty badly.
Woot.
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It seems this house eats stationery. I distinctly remember buying a nice ruler and good set of craft scissors when I made up my prompt book for Poe. I distinctly remember using these in the study. Do you think I can find said scissors and ruler? Bollocks I can. Have just had to purchase more in order to construct my book for Titus. Not amused.
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The Abbey was fabulous, even if I did have to tolerate a Bear rubbing dead animal all over my face. (He bought fox-tails.) Had an interesting debate as a previous ferret-owner with a previous rabbit-owner (who later won the Turkish oil-wrestling ...) over what was worse - the rabbit fur hats or the entire ferret pelts swinging from belts and banners. Ick.
Spent a lot of time being adored by Shenko, the malamute mascot of the Company of the Wolf. Big, scary, fierce thing that he was. *snort* I have never seen a more glaikit look on a dog. Especially a sled dog.
The jousting was suitably noisy and exciting, the storming of the castle fantastic, the cannons appropriately deafening. Much fun was had, and I even had enough on me to buy a baby gargoyle. Apparently, if I stick him on an appropriate corner of my roof and feed and water him properly, in 200 years I'll have a beautiful stone edifice. Also acquired a gorgeous carved dragon from the Krishnas (who were dressed as Franciscans, if perversity needed a bigger example) and a shirt which has turned out to be a tunic designed for someone whose knuckles reach their knees if the length of the sleeves relative to the length of the hem is anything to go by. It has dragons on it. This makes me happy. :)
Side note on the joust: If all the other horses in the competition are mares and you're riding an intact stallion, don't be surprised if he becomes *fractious* by the end of two days of competition and close quarters. Git.
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Brendon provided for scale
Front stairs and cupola
Side to show depth
Entry to under-house area
Laundry under house
Wide-shot under house, midget provided for scale
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Please universe, let this house be as fabulous on the inside and let us be successful in our application if it is.
That is all.
My new theory is this: I have a malevolent shadow. I've actually known this since I was four and my father first read me Peter Pan, but recently my shadow has achieved new levels of nastiness. On Friday, for example, it dislocated my jaw for me while I was in the middle of being loud and obnoxious at my mother. Much to her and velvet_granat's amusement. Schadenfreude (apologies to bell_man's leibling if I've spelled that wrong) personified they were. Meanies.
Today it surpassed itself.
Today, as I was walking away from what will hopefully become our new house (inside inspection tomorrow, outside inspection today - pics below for galaticchick's gratification), it ran in front of me while I was walking innocently and happily to the car and dug a hole in the ground, perfectly shaped for my left foot to fall into.
I've sprained my left ankle. Pretty badly.
Woot.
=======================================
It seems this house eats stationery. I distinctly remember buying a nice ruler and good set of craft scissors when I made up my prompt book for Poe. I distinctly remember using these in the study. Do you think I can find said scissors and ruler? Bollocks I can. Have just had to purchase more in order to construct my book for Titus. Not amused.
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The Abbey was fabulous, even if I did have to tolerate a Bear rubbing dead animal all over my face. (He bought fox-tails.) Had an interesting debate as a previous ferret-owner with a previous rabbit-owner (who later won the Turkish oil-wrestling ...) over what was worse - the rabbit fur hats or the entire ferret pelts swinging from belts and banners. Ick.
Spent a lot of time being adored by Shenko, the malamute mascot of the Company of the Wolf. Big, scary, fierce thing that he was. *snort* I have never seen a more glaikit look on a dog. Especially a sled dog.
The jousting was suitably noisy and exciting, the storming of the castle fantastic, the cannons appropriately deafening. Much fun was had, and I even had enough on me to buy a baby gargoyle. Apparently, if I stick him on an appropriate corner of my roof and feed and water him properly, in 200 years I'll have a beautiful stone edifice. Also acquired a gorgeous carved dragon from the Krishnas (who were dressed as Franciscans, if perversity needed a bigger example) and a shirt which has turned out to be a tunic designed for someone whose knuckles reach their knees if the length of the sleeves relative to the length of the hem is anything to go by. It has dragons on it. This makes me happy. :)
Side note on the joust: If all the other horses in the competition are mares and you're riding an intact stallion, don't be surprised if he becomes *fractious* by the end of two days of competition and close quarters. Git.
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Brendon provided for scale
Front stairs and cupola
Side to show depth
Entry to under-house area
Laundry under house
Wide-shot under house, midget provided for scale
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Please universe, let this house be as fabulous on the inside and let us be successful in our application if it is.
That is all.