saint barbara, save our miserable skins
"Saint Barbara, save our miserable skins."
This is what held me fast today. It popped into my head unwarranted and then it repeated over and over, first a sort of absent-minded chant and then a serious prayer. When the storm slammed into Delaware, I found my knuckles white on the steering wheel, my eyes glued fiercely to the road as I swerved around fallen trees and through thickets of mist... Saint Barbara, save our miserable skins, I murmured. Saint Barbara, save our miserable skins. It rained as I have never seen rain before; lightning shot straight down into the ground. I watched a cluster of four flags whip wildly in four different directions as the voice in my cellphone said urgently, "Anna, get the hell out of there."
Hail Saint Barbara.
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Running is brilliant, I love it. Twice a week doesn't seem like enough to me, though, especially considering that I don't run that long. But my calves or whatever muscle/tendons those are that run up the back of my calves to my knees have been crazy sore lately, or at least crazy sore when I try to run. Oddly enough, all the walking in heeled shoes I do doesn't seem to bother them, either. I know, I know, I need to be careful and start slowly and build these muscles... but it's frustrating. Quit hurting and let me run!
It was the coolest thing ever to run across a night-dark Lane Avenue because all the power was out... the asphalt smelled of rain, and distant thunder was in the air...
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*stretches* I need to go to take and shower and go to bed; I have yet to go to bed before 1 this whole week. I got up at 4 something for Lees's solstice thing and didn't even bother to take a nap later, and now here I am with the perfect opportunity but I'm way too energized to ever go to sleep. Dinner and a shower sounds good right now, and then... more cooking.
Don't ask me why I'm on a cookie spree, but I am. Maybe I'm just delighted to learn that I actually CAN make cookie dough from scratch, roll it out, and bake yummy things that really do resemble the foot and palm tree-shaped cookie cutters sweet Misty gave me. I also now have my grandmother's secret gingerbread recipe, which is my favourite kind of cookie in the world. If they turn out right, you'll never know it... because I will eat them al!! :D I've fed enough of you cookies this week... *giggles*
I feel like a really silly person looking over the extremes of my behaviour this past week or so. I went from Rugged Manly Fixes-Shit-And-Wields-Tools Amazon Anna to Fawning Barefoot-And-Beskirted-Bakes-Cookies-For-Everyone Housewife Anna. Seriously, I was just going to make some cookies for the 3CG business meeting from some mix, but when Kyle's eyes lit up at the mention of cookies I just had to give that batch of cookies to Weifei's Japanese-study friends. And decorate some. And then realizing this left no cookies for my grove, I then found another recipe and made some from scratch, and wound up rolling and cookie-cutting what felt like a million of those little guys. I STILL have dough left, and an enormous ball of gingerbread dough waiting to be tested. Though I should sleep, I'll make some tonight... I'm unnecessarily eager to see if it works. I mean, wouldn't it be sweet if I could make gingerbread?
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Anyway, for real time to shower soon. I can't update LJ at work anymore, as when I cleaned my history WebSense re-blocked it. Damn, oh well. This entry is random. Right now my altar has been redone and is looking very appealling, and my stomach is snarling quietly for more than peaches, green-beans, and chocolate-covered strawberries. Which, by the way, Mike made and shared at the business meeting... mmm mmm mmm. I don't know I've ever actually had those before. I think I made them messier than was strictly necessary. I also played the role of Scribe for a day... OH, which means I better upload the minutes!
*bounces off to do that*
Tomorrow is Comfest! See you there!
This is what held me fast today. It popped into my head unwarranted and then it repeated over and over, first a sort of absent-minded chant and then a serious prayer. When the storm slammed into Delaware, I found my knuckles white on the steering wheel, my eyes glued fiercely to the road as I swerved around fallen trees and through thickets of mist... Saint Barbara, save our miserable skins, I murmured. Saint Barbara, save our miserable skins. It rained as I have never seen rain before; lightning shot straight down into the ground. I watched a cluster of four flags whip wildly in four different directions as the voice in my cellphone said urgently, "Anna, get the hell out of there."
Hail Saint Barbara.
---
Running is brilliant, I love it. Twice a week doesn't seem like enough to me, though, especially considering that I don't run that long. But my calves or whatever muscle/tendons those are that run up the back of my calves to my knees have been crazy sore lately, or at least crazy sore when I try to run. Oddly enough, all the walking in heeled shoes I do doesn't seem to bother them, either. I know, I know, I need to be careful and start slowly and build these muscles... but it's frustrating. Quit hurting and let me run!
It was the coolest thing ever to run across a night-dark Lane Avenue because all the power was out... the asphalt smelled of rain, and distant thunder was in the air...
---
*stretches* I need to go to take and shower and go to bed; I have yet to go to bed before 1 this whole week. I got up at 4 something for Lees's solstice thing and didn't even bother to take a nap later, and now here I am with the perfect opportunity but I'm way too energized to ever go to sleep. Dinner and a shower sounds good right now, and then... more cooking.
Don't ask me why I'm on a cookie spree, but I am. Maybe I'm just delighted to learn that I actually CAN make cookie dough from scratch, roll it out, and bake yummy things that really do resemble the foot and palm tree-shaped cookie cutters sweet Misty gave me. I also now have my grandmother's secret gingerbread recipe, which is my favourite kind of cookie in the world. If they turn out right, you'll never know it... because I will eat them al!! :D I've fed enough of you cookies this week... *giggles*
I feel like a really silly person looking over the extremes of my behaviour this past week or so. I went from Rugged Manly Fixes-Shit-And-Wields-Tools Amazon Anna to Fawning Barefoot-And-Beskirted-Bakes-Cookies-For-Everyone Housewife Anna. Seriously, I was just going to make some cookies for the 3CG business meeting from some mix, but when Kyle's eyes lit up at the mention of cookies I just had to give that batch of cookies to Weifei's Japanese-study friends. And decorate some. And then realizing this left no cookies for my grove, I then found another recipe and made some from scratch, and wound up rolling and cookie-cutting what felt like a million of those little guys. I STILL have dough left, and an enormous ball of gingerbread dough waiting to be tested. Though I should sleep, I'll make some tonight... I'm unnecessarily eager to see if it works. I mean, wouldn't it be sweet if I could make gingerbread?
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Anyway, for real time to shower soon. I can't update LJ at work anymore, as when I cleaned my history WebSense re-blocked it. Damn, oh well. This entry is random. Right now my altar has been redone and is looking very appealling, and my stomach is snarling quietly for more than peaches, green-beans, and chocolate-covered strawberries. Which, by the way, Mike made and shared at the business meeting... mmm mmm mmm. I don't know I've ever actually had those before. I think I made them messier than was strictly necessary. I also played the role of Scribe for a day... OH, which means I better upload the minutes!
*bounces off to do that*
Tomorrow is Comfest! See you there!