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The Daily Humdrum
Sep. 27th, 2010 02:24 pm[tappita tappita tappita] Dear Diary,
Today it is hot. Much hotter than it has been all summer long. So hot in fact, that it's too hot. I did clean the kitchen, but I was wiping sweat out of my eyes the whole time. We don't have AC here, because we only need it a few weeks a year, but man, I sure miss it today.
The cats seem to think there's a mouse in the lower cabinets. Callie even tried to crawl in there while I was standing right there. One of today's projects is to make a humane trap, but they've multiplied so fast over the last few weeks, I think we may have to put down real traps soon. Diary, I am not happy about this, but I don't want mice in my wool stash, so...
I have re-tidied the kitchen after a week of little or no care, because we were both down with the ick. Wolf had a diagnosis of 'Acute Respiratory Infection' and got antibiotics. I kept ahead of mine with Vitamin C and kitchen witchery: heavily spiced honey vodka tea. Hey, don't knock it. It works. I'm feeling much more human today, and should probably think about lunch here in a few.
I hennaed my hair this morning, first time in over a year, and I forgot how much I like it this colour.
And I've prepped another etching tank, this one with a sealable lid, so that the solution shouldn't evaporate as quickly (yay, salt crystals). Unfortunately, it means I have to prep another anode as well, and while I've scrubbed some inferior plates clean, my hands are all dried out and cranky from the acetone now. I have Gold Bond intensive care lotion upstairs, but it's like -- a gazillion degrees up there. Yes, first world problems.
And I spent most of last night hashing out the alchemical characters I want to use for my 'rune' set. Now I just have to write up a little pamphlet on the Great Work as a divination tool, and figure out if I want to include a throwing cloth to go with. Also, I have to chop up some copper bar stock for the 'runes' themselves (got to figure out something else to call them), and then dig out the tumbler. Dunno how this is gonna work, but that's what test pieces are for, yes? Also, I have easels to bend for the plates I've already etched, and I need to experiment with a torch to see what kind of patina I can get, but with the heat today? That can wait a few weeks.
We heard from the bank that the merry go round is still going on the house. And my federal unemployment benefits haven't kicked in yet, but I think (I hope) I have enough in savings to cover in the gap. (This is not counting the ungodly amount that's in there from where I emptied out my IRA as a down payment on the house. That is not for touching, alas.)
And that's all I can think of for now, Diary. The cats are well. My mom is doing well, having seen her doctor post-op, and having dealt with some minor complications. She's home and as happy as -- well, as happy as anyone who is so bent on being miserable can be.
I think lunch is in order, as my brain just ran out of words. Until the next time.
Today it is hot. Much hotter than it has been all summer long. So hot in fact, that it's too hot. I did clean the kitchen, but I was wiping sweat out of my eyes the whole time. We don't have AC here, because we only need it a few weeks a year, but man, I sure miss it today.
The cats seem to think there's a mouse in the lower cabinets. Callie even tried to crawl in there while I was standing right there. One of today's projects is to make a humane trap, but they've multiplied so fast over the last few weeks, I think we may have to put down real traps soon. Diary, I am not happy about this, but I don't want mice in my wool stash, so...
I have re-tidied the kitchen after a week of little or no care, because we were both down with the ick. Wolf had a diagnosis of 'Acute Respiratory Infection' and got antibiotics. I kept ahead of mine with Vitamin C and kitchen witchery: heavily spiced honey vodka tea. Hey, don't knock it. It works. I'm feeling much more human today, and should probably think about lunch here in a few.
I hennaed my hair this morning, first time in over a year, and I forgot how much I like it this colour.
And I've prepped another etching tank, this one with a sealable lid, so that the solution shouldn't evaporate as quickly (yay, salt crystals). Unfortunately, it means I have to prep another anode as well, and while I've scrubbed some inferior plates clean, my hands are all dried out and cranky from the acetone now. I have Gold Bond intensive care lotion upstairs, but it's like -- a gazillion degrees up there. Yes, first world problems.
And I spent most of last night hashing out the alchemical characters I want to use for my 'rune' set. Now I just have to write up a little pamphlet on the Great Work as a divination tool, and figure out if I want to include a throwing cloth to go with. Also, I have to chop up some copper bar stock for the 'runes' themselves (got to figure out something else to call them), and then dig out the tumbler. Dunno how this is gonna work, but that's what test pieces are for, yes? Also, I have easels to bend for the plates I've already etched, and I need to experiment with a torch to see what kind of patina I can get, but with the heat today? That can wait a few weeks.
We heard from the bank that the merry go round is still going on the house. And my federal unemployment benefits haven't kicked in yet, but I think (I hope) I have enough in savings to cover in the gap. (This is not counting the ungodly amount that's in there from where I emptied out my IRA as a down payment on the house. That is not for touching, alas.)
And that's all I can think of for now, Diary. The cats are well. My mom is doing well, having seen her doctor post-op, and having dealt with some minor complications. She's home and as happy as -- well, as happy as anyone who is so bent on being miserable can be.
I think lunch is in order, as my brain just ran out of words. Until the next time.
