Don't pay the ransom, I got away!
Some of you may be wondering where I've been all weekend. Some of you may have been busy with your own lives and not noticed that I wasn't posting. Some of you may think that I'm full of myself. Hmm, maybe so.
Anyway, after gorging on Thursday---no kidding, there was salmon and prime roast beef and apple-walnut salad and a pretty good key lime cheesecake---I was kind of weighted down.
Friday---what *did* I do on Friday? The shuttle's sonic boom woke me up before 10 AM. We had movie night at church---UP, which I'd seen at the theater, but surprisingly, I was the only one who had. Got home and watched White Collar, which I'm quite smitten with. (In my fanon, Neal Caffrey is the illegitimate son of Templeton "Faceman" Peck.) There will be fic! Eventually....
I can say that fall seems to have breezed on through in the space of about two weeks and it's gone and gotten nippy. Overnight between Friday and Saturday, I found myself awake and shivering under a sheet and a quilt, despite wearing a long-sleeved nightshirt. Saturday, I washed a heavy comforter, and last night I was cozy and comfortable.
Yesterday, J and I and two helpers went down to Melbourne for a training session, and one of the gals got chomped by accident. The exercise was supposed to see how the dog would react to people running in his territory, IE the backyard, and she got a little too close to him (on his leash) when he snapped at her. It was a single puncture, nothing that needed stitches or awkward exlainations at an ER, and the dog seemed apologetic afterward. Other than that, he was pretty calm---J's been working with him for a while---and from what she and the others say, he used to be a regular maneater. His owner was freaked out, but the rest of us weren't. I've chosen to project an energy that says I'm furniture, nothing to get excited about, and so far, it's worked.
I'm writing---deadline is next Friday---and found out yesterday that Kat departs on her trip next Saturday, not Wednesday as I was thinking for some reason.
While I was at Schnauzerland on T-day, before we left for the Radisson, I got some largesse. S has been going through her massive, jam-packed walk-in closet and is getting rid of everything that's too big for her. Since she's currently in the vicinity of a size 10, that's just about all of it. There wasn't much in my size; there's one two-piece ensemble---I was with her when she bought it and have lusted after it ever since---I can get the top on, but the buttons pucker, and the waist of the skirt is definitely too tight, but maybe I can wear it to Thanksgiving dinner next year, wouldn't that be a kick?
Meanwhile, I got a very pretty skirt, 3X, new with tags, a floral print in purples, greens and aquas on a black background. It's long---ankle-length maxi without even trying!---and I have at least six colored tops to wear with it, and a few black ones, although I think that's too much black, personally. Today I wore it to church with a short-sleeved sweaterish top in a soft celery green, and I belted it with a black belt I got a couple years ago---this is the same belt that wasn't working with the black PVC jacket I was talking about the other day. I'm getting a lot of use out of it now that I've got a waist and can use it to definite the same.
Today I went to church, came home and took a nap. Nothing special, but nothing tragic, either, so it's all good.
Anyway, after gorging on Thursday---no kidding, there was salmon and prime roast beef and apple-walnut salad and a pretty good key lime cheesecake---I was kind of weighted down.
Friday---what *did* I do on Friday? The shuttle's sonic boom woke me up before 10 AM. We had movie night at church---UP, which I'd seen at the theater, but surprisingly, I was the only one who had. Got home and watched White Collar, which I'm quite smitten with. (In my fanon, Neal Caffrey is the illegitimate son of Templeton "Faceman" Peck.) There will be fic! Eventually....
I can say that fall seems to have breezed on through in the space of about two weeks and it's gone and gotten nippy. Overnight between Friday and Saturday, I found myself awake and shivering under a sheet and a quilt, despite wearing a long-sleeved nightshirt. Saturday, I washed a heavy comforter, and last night I was cozy and comfortable.
Yesterday, J and I and two helpers went down to Melbourne for a training session, and one of the gals got chomped by accident. The exercise was supposed to see how the dog would react to people running in his territory, IE the backyard, and she got a little too close to him (on his leash) when he snapped at her. It was a single puncture, nothing that needed stitches or awkward exlainations at an ER, and the dog seemed apologetic afterward. Other than that, he was pretty calm---J's been working with him for a while---and from what she and the others say, he used to be a regular maneater. His owner was freaked out, but the rest of us weren't. I've chosen to project an energy that says I'm furniture, nothing to get excited about, and so far, it's worked.
I'm writing---deadline is next Friday---and found out yesterday that Kat departs on her trip next Saturday, not Wednesday as I was thinking for some reason.
While I was at Schnauzerland on T-day, before we left for the Radisson, I got some largesse. S has been going through her massive, jam-packed walk-in closet and is getting rid of everything that's too big for her. Since she's currently in the vicinity of a size 10, that's just about all of it. There wasn't much in my size; there's one two-piece ensemble---I was with her when she bought it and have lusted after it ever since---I can get the top on, but the buttons pucker, and the waist of the skirt is definitely too tight, but maybe I can wear it to Thanksgiving dinner next year, wouldn't that be a kick?
Meanwhile, I got a very pretty skirt, 3X, new with tags, a floral print in purples, greens and aquas on a black background. It's long---ankle-length maxi without even trying!---and I have at least six colored tops to wear with it, and a few black ones, although I think that's too much black, personally. Today I wore it to church with a short-sleeved sweaterish top in a soft celery green, and I belted it with a black belt I got a couple years ago---this is the same belt that wasn't working with the black PVC jacket I was talking about the other day. I'm getting a lot of use out of it now that I've got a waist and can use it to definite the same.
Today I went to church, came home and took a nap. Nothing special, but nothing tragic, either, so it's all good.