"Sometimes I wonder - you're so close but you're so far...
Seems life will never be the same
Sigh for the morning
To find the light of day
Dream of fortune fades away..."
Did drinking and painting on Thursday eve with Lol which was cool, even if my neurons appear to have forgotten any style they ever knew except ‘strongly coloured and graphic’.
Saw Rain again on friday which was good. I’d try to organise a Trinity meeting if the scale of the task didn’t make me fear for my sanity. Couldn’t someone else do the herding cats aspect of it all for a change? (And that’s just for the three of us - imagine a full Trinity meet!)
Played Dark Ages on saturday. Both the game and my character started with promise - which is about the best way either could start really. The only downside to the whole thing is I want to have completed several goals now and be storming around in shiney I-spent-years-of-exp-on-this format. And I want lots of medieval fitted and swishy dresses but have not the money for either the finished product nor the patterns and material. (Also, yes, I have two dresses I made, how many do I need? etc etc)
Played a night-long session of Wraith on Sunday ST’d by my Wolf. It was notable for containing improbable hotels, bells one shouldn’t ring, scummy spectres, nice ferrymen, recalcitrant shadows, tarot cards that sliced and diced, kittens which kicked arse cos they didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘harrowing’, Lasomba pirates (and their very drunken crew) and Bedlam. =)
Saw Lemony Snicket on monday and approved of the set design and costumes. I particularly want Violet’s costume as well as several artistically distressed outfits belonging to Count Olaf.
Returned home and played ‘Buccaneer’ late into the night. This is a piratical game by Waddingtons all about sailing to and from Treasure Island to steal loot and take it back to your strong-hold at port without losing you crew or getting blown to the other side of the board. The edition we have is old - ‘patent pending’ it says. According to sites on the net we have the 1938 patent pending edition. The 1975 edition sells on ebay for £60. All the sites I found asked you to email them if you wished to know about the price of the ’38 edition. Bloody hell.
I had an email from my eldest sister (Zoe). She wishes to organise a meeting to discuss what should be done about our parents.
“Also, been thinking about V and how to approach issues. Daddy is handling this with such alarming neglect and denial that I think something needs to be done. As I see it, Valerie is being increasingly isolated almost from her very own existence and I get the impression that Daddy doesn't think that it has anything to do with him. He too is suffering incredible stress levels and it is having a fundamental effect on both of them as individuals as well as a couple.”
Does she listen to herself? I have no idea if she has actually talked to my father or not, but if she had she should have discovered that second only to my mother, my father knows exactly what is going on and is extremely concerned. Yes, for a while he dismissed it, primarily because he dislikes jumping to conclusions and also because of my mother’s insistence that it was nothing and his lack of time to bully her on the subject.
I was going to put her letter here and tear it to shreds (well, maul it anyways) but I did that last night at two in th morning when I started writing this post and then I sent it. (Clever, no?) That will please her. *Sigh*
Work today. Blergh. Two hours sleep last night and a load of scanky dreams - yey!
Oh, and my mother is in Portsmouth after grandma was conned and had her bank account cleaned out. And my father has a couple of days in which to fix a company and stop it from going bankrupt otherwise he doesn't get paid the (2? 3?) year's worth of salary he is owed. When my sister blithely says things in her email like 'The situation in Kew is getting critical' and believes she knows the cause, she really has no idea what she's talking about. Silly wench.
"Here I stand
Call on you again
But my heart is filled with fear
Like an eternal flame
Our love will remain
As we sail the lake of tears..."
Sigh for the morning
To find the light of day
Dream of fortune fades away..."
Did drinking and painting on Thursday eve with Lol which was cool, even if my neurons appear to have forgotten any style they ever knew except ‘strongly coloured and graphic’.
Saw Rain again on friday which was good. I’d try to organise a Trinity meeting if the scale of the task didn’t make me fear for my sanity. Couldn’t someone else do the herding cats aspect of it all for a change? (And that’s just for the three of us - imagine a full Trinity meet!)
Played Dark Ages on saturday. Both the game and my character started with promise - which is about the best way either could start really. The only downside to the whole thing is I want to have completed several goals now and be storming around in shiney I-spent-years-of-exp-on-this format. And I want lots of medieval fitted and swishy dresses but have not the money for either the finished product nor the patterns and material. (Also, yes, I have two dresses I made, how many do I need? etc etc)
Played a night-long session of Wraith on Sunday ST’d by my Wolf. It was notable for containing improbable hotels, bells one shouldn’t ring, scummy spectres, nice ferrymen, recalcitrant shadows, tarot cards that sliced and diced, kittens which kicked arse cos they didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘harrowing’, Lasomba pirates (and their very drunken crew) and Bedlam. =)
Saw Lemony Snicket on monday and approved of the set design and costumes. I particularly want Violet’s costume as well as several artistically distressed outfits belonging to Count Olaf.
Returned home and played ‘Buccaneer’ late into the night. This is a piratical game by Waddingtons all about sailing to and from Treasure Island to steal loot and take it back to your strong-hold at port without losing you crew or getting blown to the other side of the board. The edition we have is old - ‘patent pending’ it says. According to sites on the net we have the 1938 patent pending edition. The 1975 edition sells on ebay for £60. All the sites I found asked you to email them if you wished to know about the price of the ’38 edition. Bloody hell.
I had an email from my eldest sister (Zoe). She wishes to organise a meeting to discuss what should be done about our parents.
“Also, been thinking about V and how to approach issues. Daddy is handling this with such alarming neglect and denial that I think something needs to be done. As I see it, Valerie is being increasingly isolated almost from her very own existence and I get the impression that Daddy doesn't think that it has anything to do with him. He too is suffering incredible stress levels and it is having a fundamental effect on both of them as individuals as well as a couple.”
Does she listen to herself? I have no idea if she has actually talked to my father or not, but if she had she should have discovered that second only to my mother, my father knows exactly what is going on and is extremely concerned. Yes, for a while he dismissed it, primarily because he dislikes jumping to conclusions and also because of my mother’s insistence that it was nothing and his lack of time to bully her on the subject.
I was going to put her letter here and tear it to shreds (well, maul it anyways) but I did that last night at two in th morning when I started writing this post and then I sent it. (Clever, no?) That will please her. *Sigh*
Work today. Blergh. Two hours sleep last night and a load of scanky dreams - yey!
Oh, and my mother is in Portsmouth after grandma was conned and had her bank account cleaned out. And my father has a couple of days in which to fix a company and stop it from going bankrupt otherwise he doesn't get paid the (2? 3?) year's worth of salary he is owed. When my sister blithely says things in her email like 'The situation in Kew is getting critical' and believes she knows the cause, she really has no idea what she's talking about. Silly wench.
"Here I stand
Call on you again
But my heart is filled with fear
Like an eternal flame
Our love will remain
As we sail the lake of tears..."