Last night I finally filled & lit the small antique oil lamp I bought at a flea market up North last fall (same trip as the photos in my LJ Scrapbook) . . . And about a minute and a half later, the hurricane glass on top went *POP* and cracked. *pout* At least it didn't shatter, and I'm sure I can find a replacement, but still . . . It must have just lost it's temper or something . . . which sounds much funnier than it was intended.
The one planter which wasn't sprouting & wasn't sprouting & wasn't sprouting and finally was just starting? Yeah, they dug it up. I think I saved a couple, but still . . . And now I have to figure out whether I can transplant Four O'Clocks. Need a little spade. And pepper spray . . . will be picking up Shot Gun Repels All tonight . . . kinda wishing I were just picking up a shot gun . . .
Stayed up too late finishing Orson Scott Card's Heartfire last night. Didn't intend to actually finish it, but then it got to that point where you may as well just finish it. So far, I'm thinking I like this book best in the series. I'm trying to remember if there's one more I haven't read, or if I need to go back & re-read Crystal City (the last in the series) now. . .
And, for all my Gamer-Geek friends & acquaintences . . . I got
this from
pen_grunt . . . *grins* There is hope!
Other than that, missing various people who are missing from my life at the moment . . .