I know, but I was in my fundybears and it's been pouring all the live long day! I just came back from Walgreens. Toothbrush issue, sorted.
If you're in your fundybears, then you are properly dressed for pouring weather. Better than putting on your tuxedo, I think. While you're at it, send some of that rain to SoCal! We've barely had a sprinkle in a year or more. We're running out of water here. I'm going to have to start watering the lawn (?) with beer! (We're having a new lawn installed on Saturday because we killed the old one with neglect, and the neighbors don't like seeing a house with a big patch of brown dirt in front.)
So first your neighbors complained about the color of your house and now your lawn. What's next, the scraggly beard?
Goodness. I have the exact opposite problem here. The period of rest between lawn-mowings is down to 5 days, else it starts to feel like a scene from that terrible, terrible film, The Ruins.
They complained about three things: the lawn, the paint job, and the side gate. We got the painting done and the side gate rebuilt. Now it's the lawn. Then it's nothing (I hope!). Sometimes a homeowner's association can cost you a LOT of money.
I used to live in Victoria, BC. It's a beautiful place, but it rains almost all the time in the winter. Wet season from about October to March. Then there's a truly wonderful season of utterly gorgeous weather from April to September - never too hot, skies almost always clear, no pollution, rainbows from horizon to horizon. Victoria is heaven in the summertime, but there's a LOT of water coming down in the winter. I got used to that. I liked it. It felt like the world was being renewed every year and it made me optimistic for the future. Here, there's no renewal. It feels like the world just gets deader and deader and there's no end to it. I can feel the global warming coming to get me. I'm going to be a skull-mount on some cockroach's living room wall before I hit retirement age.
I think I get what you mean. I live in the non-South South that is suburbs of Dallas, Texas, and I can't help but feel that it's a place devoid of itself, you know? -- like the Romantics left and the dull reign of neighborhoods ensued in the spirit of growth, but the forgetting of being. It's like isolation and an identity crisis all-in-one, which is entirely biased, since I'm not much for the congestion of city-places. TMW you talk about something not related #mybad #beltbucklesarewhatthesouthmeans (are hashtags supposed to have ending punctuation?)
that moment you just sit down at your computer and realise its T- 1hr20 until NaNoWriMo begins where you live
TMW when John Oliver has Dr. Jane Goodall as a guest for one of his pretend interviews and as much as you love John Oliver, Jane was a million times more brilliant.
That Moment You Realise: It's Friday night; it's Halloween and your plans for the night extend only to the Ghost Adventures' special on Travel Channel. I really have no life...
TMW you realize it's Halloween, and a stream of dressed-up kids are coming to the door. I love the kids, bless them, but I'd like a hand from my roomie. He never seems to want to participate much, so I'm on candy duty the whole night. I also need to cook dinner. You'd think the guy could lend a hand every once in a while. Argh. I can't even sleep in tomorrow because we're getting a new lawn. Damn. I'm going to be very tired until late Monday, I think.
That moment when you try to put pepper in your macaroni and accidentally pour from the container with whole peppercorns.
By the way, my roomie was great last night and did his share of answering the door and passing out candy to the kids. Great Halloween night!
That Moment You Realise: Damn girl! It was a weird day, but also a good one, including a compliment that made my ears go pink.
That Moment You Realise: You're great at nonsensical drivel most folks think you're nuts for writing, but when you see the project as a whole, it's pretty nifty. It's antiquated, but there is a very discernable pattern within the whole that you didn't see before. Crap...I just found geometry in my words...that's math, I don't deal in math...
That Moment... you hack into @minstrel 's computer and read his erotica involving vampires and manatees.
I'm totally into that vampire-on-manatee gay sex, I have to admit... ...even though I've never even heard of it before.
That moment when you start writing a novella with little in the way of concrete planning. That moment when you realize you could finish it in ten days if you don't care about quality.
That Moment You Realise: You really need to clean out the closet. It isn't that it's messy, there is just so much stuff.