What Are You Doing?

Being under 80f is something to celebrate. It's actually 60f today here, which almost had me crying tears of joy. Almost. Then my icy heart froze over again, returning to the still darkness of an old deep lake.


On topic: Today is inspection day. I'll be going around inspecting properties to make sure everything is running correctly. Not that I don't trust my most wonderful on site manager, but sometimes people try and hide stuff and two sets of eyes are better than one.

 

Totally did inspection the lazy way. Face time with manager going over every single detail.

Worked like a charm. Plans are being followed and now we need another permit (I hate waiting for permits)..

Spent the morning studying some economics. Getting ready to finally get redressed an eat lunch. Somewhere healthy. Might eat another chicken salad. The one we made yesterday tasted fantastic, so this will be a downgrade.

 

Regretting having not done laundry yesterday.

90F or 32.222C and I’m wearing a long sleeve cotton pullover because apparently I ran out of work appropriate weather appropriate attire.

 

Taking a friends advice on dealing with something, and it is kinda working.
I suppose I have to know people who am the smart, cause I am the less than
the smart.

 

Going home. Spent the day with Dad, was fun. Have to get dressed up for a dinner tonight then drive into the dreaded Manhattan. I'll make a sacrifice to Thor for good luck...

Still, more time spent with the busy bee is great. I already plan to drag her away halfway through the party. We can drive under the harvest moon to nowhere.

 

Nice sentence ha ha. I mean it!

 

Moon et al: you Americans certainly do drive a lot.

It's much less romanticised here.

 

For me its not the driving, it's the journey. Driving with no aim in mind makes everything along the way a surprise - even a random deer through the windshield.

I'm joking. But not about the journey part. The saying goes "The journey beats the destination".

 

I love driving. Whenever I'm home I spend a ridiculous amount of time just beating the bounds in whatever rental I have.

 

Excuse you, today is Friday—Frigga’s Day (or Freya’s day—argument about whether the Germanic peoples who came to England actually understood the distinction between the teutonic goddesses) —so how dare you sacrifice to Thor, on this the hallowest of days.

And on Friday the 13th and the eve of a full moon.

For shame!

 

I'm visiting home. I went into the attic and FINALLY found my missing volumes. I'm reading them now and i am thoroughly entertained (and a bit disturbed) by child J.T's writing. This was one of the more hopeful ones:

c. 2008 (judging by the crap handwriting!)

"I m a bird that is learning to fly
I wonder why other people dont try
i hear others talk
and i watch them walk
but I want to fly
I am a bird that is learning to fly

I pretend i am a famous author, sharing all of my stories
I feel content that I am not doing it for glory
I touch thw lives of others, sometimes
I worry that I will run out of words and rhymes.
I cry in my stories, and laugh, and hold my head high
because I am a bird that is learning to fly

I understand that my work wont be praised
I say to myself that I'll do better, and my spirits raise
I dream of all the stars, the moon, the sun in the sky
As I try my hardest to get by.
I hope that I'll always hold my head high
Because I am a bird that is learning to fly"

 

So sweet

 

Whoever said that obviously never used Arriva Trains.

Late. Stinky. And ridiculously overpriced. And that's just me

 

Cave Troll, you post the cutest pictures!

 

Morning run went well-ish. The thing about early runs on the weekends....lots of hoodlums out an about. Mostly drunk or high, but they're all outside and waiting for the right person to either rob or beg for some dollars.

Nice and cool out though! Wonderful start to the day.

 

Well, you see,

Thor = Thursday = Jupiter = Best of luck.

Freya = Friday = Venus = Minor luck.

So, due to the horrible NYC driving scene, it only makes sense to sacrifice to Thor.

This is logic. It is undeniable. It is truth. It is fact. lOgIc.

 

The notion of animal and human sacrifice being entirely logical..

 

I'm learning to swear in Latin for a character concept

 

Depending on where and when, sacrifice would be very logical.

No, no, not during some bygone age where people did rain dances. I'm talking about yesterday, of course.

 

I was here tomorrow. I'll come back yesterday.

 

Yes, I sacrificed a pig so I could make a ham sandwich

 

So you told Moon: