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Well, *that* was interesting.
Dec. 25th, 2007 11:33 amChristmas eve spent knitting, watching telly and reading. Besides a little late night firearms down the street and the sirens that followed, the night was quiet and undisturbed. Morning, quiet and simple.
I notice that I have memories, like cell memories, of what this morning has been and expectations of what it should be. Even though I'm actively trying to be free from that, I guess it'll never really be gone. The expectations.
I was a little sad to have no plans for the day beyond knitting or walking. No family to see, no friends for dinner. Odd. When I was younger, the family and I would work the soup kitchen at St. Michael's Church. I used to love that. Not necessarily because of the work though I got a lot from that too. But from the kinds of people who worked there as well. Lovely, centered people full of life.
Maybe next year.
Wrote some on sweet charity and I'm liking where that's going. I've never written from a whole existing text. And my sweet charity bidder wants it darker, more angsty and I'm interested to see how the text will change to suit that. I like it. It's like George Lucas' Dark Mirror. I'm just wondering how many secondary characters I can add before it becomes an ensemble show rather than a driving StarWars slash story.
Sweet charity scarf has turned out to be feather and fan. Never really done that pattern but the yarn called for more of a lacy pattern and the colours are so gorgeous, it's like a frothy dessert.
On my nightstand right now is Stephen Fry's Moab is my Washpot. His autobiography and I really cannot read it in public because it makes me laugh out loud. Repeatedly. What a delightful mind. And all the lovely tangents. I'm so glad I'm not the only one who does that.
You know what's odder? I'm sitting here feeling pretty selfish for being alone and enjoying it while watching a commercial that says: Didn't get what you want? Sears get what you want sale. And what I get from that? It's okay to be totally mercenary about christmas gifts, but it's wrong to want to have my own space. I get that this is my internalized constructs. I get that as a woman of my era, and I'm in my mid-forties, no matter how many boy movies I watched, horses I rode, trees I climbed, that in the end, I wasn't very well set up to ask for what I wanted. I get that is a result of my family and not necessarily of the culture at large.
Yes, odder.
I notice that I have memories, like cell memories, of what this morning has been and expectations of what it should be. Even though I'm actively trying to be free from that, I guess it'll never really be gone. The expectations.
I was a little sad to have no plans for the day beyond knitting or walking. No family to see, no friends for dinner. Odd. When I was younger, the family and I would work the soup kitchen at St. Michael's Church. I used to love that. Not necessarily because of the work though I got a lot from that too. But from the kinds of people who worked there as well. Lovely, centered people full of life.
Maybe next year.
Wrote some on sweet charity and I'm liking where that's going. I've never written from a whole existing text. And my sweet charity bidder wants it darker, more angsty and I'm interested to see how the text will change to suit that. I like it. It's like George Lucas' Dark Mirror. I'm just wondering how many secondary characters I can add before it becomes an ensemble show rather than a driving StarWars slash story.
Sweet charity scarf has turned out to be feather and fan. Never really done that pattern but the yarn called for more of a lacy pattern and the colours are so gorgeous, it's like a frothy dessert.
On my nightstand right now is Stephen Fry's Moab is my Washpot. His autobiography and I really cannot read it in public because it makes me laugh out loud. Repeatedly. What a delightful mind. And all the lovely tangents. I'm so glad I'm not the only one who does that.
You know what's odder? I'm sitting here feeling pretty selfish for being alone and enjoying it while watching a commercial that says: Didn't get what you want? Sears get what you want sale. And what I get from that? It's okay to be totally mercenary about christmas gifts, but it's wrong to want to have my own space. I get that this is my internalized constructs. I get that as a woman of my era, and I'm in my mid-forties, no matter how many boy movies I watched, horses I rode, trees I climbed, that in the end, I wasn't very well set up to ask for what I wanted. I get that is a result of my family and not necessarily of the culture at large.
Yes, odder.
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