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I HAS A DRESSER! After 7 months without useful furniture, I finally have something to put clothes and junk in. I have suffered mightily for the privilege, though. The dresser was free from Misty's best friend Ashley (bless her!) but of course we had to transport it and it was HEAVY. My arms and legs hurt from trying to help carry it, and I have a big ripped-up bruised place on my foot where I kicked it accidentally. On top of which that foot had already been hurting for days, possibly from getting laid flat when I kneel? I do a lot of kneeling, between pilling Jamie and shelving in Kids.' It just aches relentlessly. So physically I am all about pain right now. BUT I HAVE A DRESSER!

I went to a church singles event last night, a party at the lake property of a member. It was exactly as awkward as I thought it would be. The highlight was sneaking off to the bathroom to read fanfic on my iPod. BUT I TRIED, OK?

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Reading: US, Alabama, Montgomery, S McDonough St, 460

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I finally figured out how to make the LJ app work at the library! Still hate typing on tiny touchscreen but it is what is.

I'm working today, obviously, and I'm cold and my writing isn't going well. So hey, do something with the poor neglected LJ.

Yesterday was really great. I was off work, and Misty's out for the summer, so we had an Us day. First we hauled off the trash together, which was hardly pleasant but at least I wasn't stuck doing it all alone again. Then we tried out a little restaurant right down the road called Zoe's, a cute, quiet, really casual grandma's-kitchen kind of place where I enjoyed my first steak sandwich and a hot fudge brownie ice cream thing of win.

Then I convinced Misty to watch the first episodes of both Supernatural and Downton Abbey, both of which she liked! Then Amanda came home and we cooked dinner and watched the adorable 2007 movie of Northanger Abbey.

I also had a nice phone call from Lanetta, who I hadn't heard from in months. She's doing all right, I think - better now that she's out of the dorm and made some friends. Everything happened so fast - her brother git married, her other brother had a baby, her mom died, and she moved to Utah, all in the space of about a month. Things were pretty rough for her for a while. But she says she's got her balance again now.

My eyes are crossing on this tiny keyboard so I'm gonna go. But I'll be able to post more often now, yay!! I am back in the game!

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Happy Birthday, Anne McCaffrey!!
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A guy from my book club linked to this on his blog. It's a real little girl singing the words to Rue's lullaby (from The Hunger Games) to the tune of Yiruma's "Kiss the Rain." It works beautifully.

Reading: just finished Tail of the Moon, V. 13
Feeling: sad sniffly
Hearing: "Cruel Summer"--Ace of Base

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If you could have any car in the world, what would it be?

I would not give a rat's tail what make, model, or color as long as it was guaranteed TO NOT BREAK EVER.

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Have you ever had a pet that ran away? Did you eventually find her or him? If not, how long did it take you to recover?

We've lost several cats. Three when I was a kid in Florida; one had a weird tendency to jump into people's cars (we once had someone call us from the other side of town, they found her in their car with our phone number, thank goodness, on her collar) so there's no telling what happened to her. The other two were siblings and they disappeared at exactly the same time. Seems odd, huh? We had this insane neighbor who was obsessed with keeping kids and animals off his lawn. Not in a humorous way. In a truly frightening way. I still wonder.

Those three were outdoor pets and stuff happens (which is why I'm a big advocate for indoor pets). The one that truly broke my heart was Tym. Starting at the beginning: when we lived in Cuba we ended up adopting three feral kittens. Two were siblings. Tym came later, by herself, and she was my special project, my baby. She nearly starved before I found her and it left her cross-eyed, bow-legged, and probably a little brain-damaged; she would literally run into things. It took months to tame her and bring her inside. When we moved back Stateside, the cats stayed with an acquaintance for a few weeks while we got settled. Well, somehow they got out; we don't know exactly how, but we all believe it was our friend's weird, nosy landlady, who later turned out to be freaking insane. Our three cats were loose in the woods, and it was a week or so before we could even come look for them. The two sibling cats eventually came back. Tym never did.

That was seven years ago. The odds of Tym still being alive, even if she were found and adopted by someone, are very small. I still pray for her every day, even though I almost hope something got her quickly instead of her lingering on to starve. I can't imagine her learning to hunt, she was just not very bright.

It's weird, but except for that half-second's thought she gets in my nightly prayers, it's like I've suppressed all memory of her. I have to dig around in my head to remember what she was like, and then I start crying like it's been a week instead of seven years. When she first disappeared I dreamed every night that she had come back, and then waking up was like a punch to the face. Now when I see a photograph of her, I don't recognize her right away. I haven't forgotten her, I guess I just... locked it away so it wouldn't hurt anymore. I trained myself not to think about her, partly out of a guilty feeling that it's my fault she didn't come back. I actually heard her once, while I was searching in the woods, heard her mewing and I called and called her but she wouldn't come to me and I couldn't find her. If I had done something differently, if I had spent more time with her before we moved, if I had looked for her more (although I was there for hours every day for weeks)... there has to be something I could have done, why wouldn't she come to me?

In some sense I feel like Silver is my redemption, to put it melodramatically. That I'm doing for Silver what I hope and wish someone did for Tym. So when I get to heaven I can tell whoever loved Silver that someone took care of her, she wasn't left to die, and maybe that'll make up for whatever I did wrong with Tym. And Tym will be there and she'll remember me and I'll have her back.

Wow do I need therapy.

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CIRC DESK (to the tune of "Tik Tok" by Ke$ha)

Wake up in the mornin' feeling none too merry
Got my Slim-Fast, I'm out the door
Headed for the library
Before I leave, brush my teeth, if I don't forget
'Cause the library patrons, they don't like bad breath

I'm talking tennis shoes on my toes, toes
Plain & conservative clothes, clothes
Sound professional on the phone, phone
Hittin' all of my favorite websites
Enforcing state privacy laws & rights
Knowing I'll be here all... night...

[CHORUS]
Circ Desk, it's grotesque
It'll make you feel depressed
Tonight, I'm-a fight
To stay cheerful and polite
Patrons, like the Huns
And the line is never done, no
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh

Ain't got a care in the world, I got plenty to read
Ain't got no money in my pocket, but the library's free!
Now the patrons lining up want to haggle and grovel
But I just make them pay their fines and I go back to my novel

I'm talkin' 'bout everybody getting books, books
And using laptops in nooks, nooks
Volume down! We'll give you dirty looks, looks
Now now, they goin' 'til we kick them out, out
And the computers are all shut down, down
Computers all shut down, down
Computers all shut down

[CHORUS]
Circ Desk, it's the best!
Even when you're feelin' stressed
Tonight, I'm all right
Not a patron in sight
Slow days, make displays
Shelve the books from Z's to A's, oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh

[BRIDGE]
I hate to work
But I like my job
I can face the mob
They don't faze me
There's the daily jerk
And the daily snob
But it's just no prob
They don't faze me

I hate to work
But I like my job
I can face the mob
They don't faze me
I like my job, I like my job
I like my job

(Yeah, the book club don't start 'til I walk in)

[CHORUS]
Circ Desk, it's the best!
Even when you're feelin' stressed
Tonight, I'm all right
Not a patron in sight
Slow days, make displays
Shelve the books from Z's to A's, oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh

Circ Desk, it's grotesque
It'll make you feel depressed
Tonight, I'm-a fight
To stay cheerful and polite
Patrons, like the Huns
And the line is never done, no
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh

Circ Desk, it's the best!
Even when you're feelin' stressed
Tonight, I'm all right
Not a patron in sight
Slow days, make displays
Shelve the books from Z's to A's, oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
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If everyone had their own small planet to live on and care for (like in The Little Prince), what would your planet be like?


Well, the temperature would never rise above 85 or drop below 20. Cold enough for snow, hot enough for swimming-- we don't need anything more extreme than that! There would be lots of trees and flowering plants. Mountains, rivers, lakes. No plants poisonous to humans. NO SPIDERS on the entire planet, and no creatures that bite. (There could still be bugs and snakes and stuff, they just don't bite.) All the animals would be tame, and oh! oh! oh! There would be unicorns! Real unicorns, and pegasuses (pegasi?) as well. It would be nice for all the animals to be vegetarian, but I know that probably wouldn't work... maybe the predators could eat meat-creatures specially designed by me, ugly things with no brains at all, no personalities. Just dinner that walks. I could probably live with that.

There would be a few cities-- solitary oyster that I am, even I wouldn't want to be on a whole planet alone-- but everything would be run on solar power or other non-polluting energy sources, things that might not work with large populations, but will when it's just a few people. Our culture will greatly value books and stories and songs.

My family will have our own big mansion up in the mountains, with tons of dogs and cats and a few horses, and a small staff to take care of the house.

Okay, now I'm just depressed that this will never happen. Oh, well, there's always the afterlife.

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Reading: re-reading The Hunger Games-- not a utopian world
Feeling: contemplative contemplative
Hearing: Metric -- "Satellite Mind"

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Three-day weekends are a double-edged sword. They make it that much harder to go back to work. This morning I was in a strangely brittle mood for some time and may have been a bit short with a co-worker. I hope not. She's one of my favorite co-workers. Argh.

Friday I did laundry and cleaned my bathroom and even worked out at the gym. A most excellently productive day. I also made muffins. Even I consider that easy--add milk, put in oven. Saturday I made banana bread, which mostly went well except for the horrified realization that I had forgotten the flour, and had to yank it out of the oven and stir flour into the baking pan of soupy mess (seriously, banana bread pre-baking, and especially pre-flour, looks like vomit. There's not getting around it). Saturday I also spent the night at Lanetta's. We watched the movie I gave her for her birthday (The Back-Up Plan, which was okay, but... okay) and had dinner at Ruby Tuesday. 

Lanetta had just gotten home from a YSA camping trip and she was burned like a brick. A great deal of my weekend was spent applying aloe vera to her back, neck and arms while she handled her face, chest and legs. The poor thing could barely move, and she spent most of Saturday night shivering in blankets because her poor skin couldn't regulate its temperature. I tried to make her stay hydrated and eat real food. It's a bit of a battle with her. She laughs at me because I can't take care of myself, when she's the one who doesn't think to put on sunblock that she took with her and didn't eat a real meal for the 24+ hours I was there. Maybe I can't cook very well yet, but I do eat.

Sunday we went to church, napped, ate banana bread, watched Win a Date With Tad Hamilton (which was cute, but left some emotional loose ends) and then I went home. Being there overnight was seriously strange now that I don't live there. Being in my old room made me sad but finding my old bed (in the other room) made me happy. I caught myself double-guessing again whether I was right to get a place in Bluffton rather than move back in with Lanetta. Financially, the new place is sucking me dry. But you know what? I never feel guilty or awkward. Ever. These are things that I felt constantly when living with Lanetta, and even though it would probably be better now that I'm not torn between her and my parents... it wouldn't totally go away. I choose not to live like that. Lanetta and I are better friends when I'm not resenting her for making me feel that way. Moving on.

This morning I had a true culinary achievement. Baked chicken provolone! A near-disaster occurred because I was on the balcony on the phone with my mom and didn't hear the timer go off, so the chicken almost burned, but I rescued it in time. And it is very very tasty! And very filling. A++. I think I may actually get the hang of this cooking thing! I would have never, ever expected that of myself. Miracles happen.

Reading: The Two Princesses of Bamarre (Gail Carson Levine)
Hearing: "Cosmic Love"--Florence & the Machine

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