All the news that's fit to type (well, not really)
My mom got her call to serve as pastor to our hometown congregation for an indefinite period. Yay! Must make stole before Christmas. But before I can do that, I need to figured out what the liturgical color for post-advent is. Green, maybe? I could google it, but I can't think of how to frame the search, cuz my brain is tapioca.
I have the sniffles. That's Silmarian's fault. I have other ick that is all my own fault. Why is it that he and I cannot average our immune systems, so we would both have reasonable, but not hyperactive systems? I would like to have a chance to not catch things.
Last night, I came home, and there was my WangChung package. With spiffy goodies, and a CD, and fabric, and glitter pencils, and hair toys, and a beading set, and a letter. Must remember to write letter for my package. I was very bouncy about it. We picked up beads for a while, because they were trying to escape. And Silmarian made some really excellent 'Chicken Mattatori'.
Then I went to a bead store (ooh, shiny) and a bookstore with Envoy. Silmarian was out at a concert. I got about 20 various beads and a short string of clear, iridescent Austrian Crystal. This is for the wallhanging. I also got a copy of Red Storm Rising that has the last 20 pages in it, and a book of historical mystery shorts -- Brother Cadfael-type stuff. Oh, and I made Envoy read bits of The Worst-Case Survival Guide to Dating and Sex, which includes such essential tips as how to fake an orgasm, and how to establish the name of someone when you wake up next to them and don't know it. Also, how to sober up, how to deal with bad kissers, and so on. I think it's hilarious.
Then I came home and worked on my wallhanging. In a moment of total spatial stupidity, I sewed on the backing and batting so that the batting was on the outside. Much cursing. But I figured out how to fix it. I put on the black and red ribbons and laid out where the transparent bits were going to go, and fray-checked them. All I need to do now is fasten down the decorations (transparent stuff, more ribbon, beads) and decide whether or not to quilt the black borders, and in what color. I was going to take pictures and show you today, but the digital camera was out of battery power, and I couldn't find the charger, and the conventional camera was out of film. Wah!
And I did many, although not all, of the dishes. And took out the garbage. And fell asleep before midnight. Yay. I was excited. Enough sleep. What strange concepts will they come up with next? I forgot that Silmarian was still out. I mean, I knew he was out, I just didn't think about it in relation to sleep. He got in at about 1:30, and then I was awake for another hour. Close to enough sleep, anyway. I was on time to work.
Oh, and last night Silmarian said the sweetest thing, and I'm recording it here so I can find it when I need it.
"I really, really love you. I realized that this evening when I was watching Farscape. It was the episode where Crichton dies, and Aeryn curls up beside his body with tears streaming down her face. Before I met you, I would have thought that was just show-business hyperbole, but now I know that people really do feel like that. I would feel like that if you died."