Snapshots from a November weekend
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squeequeg- Waiting for the bus Friday morning, listening to music on my podling. The bus pulls up, and I can already tell that it's packed. I get on, and I realize that it really is packed -- with first-graders. Lots of them. Two or three classes' worth. All of whom are so very, very excited to be on the bus.
The podling immediately begins to play "Yakety Sax."
It's frighteningly appropriate for the rest of the ride. My podling may be turning psychic.
- Searching the shelves Saturday morning for something better than cereal for breakfast, and deciding to make a coffee cake. Said coffee cake ended up being a winner, and one of those recipes I'm going to file away for later use on other "we have no cinnamon rolls! ohnoes!" mornings.
- Walking down by the river and back between Mount Auburn and Cambridge cemeteries, under a cloudless blue sky. The sun's warm on my neck, the air tastes like fall without the tang of oncoming winter, and I've worked out not only motivations but a general plot arc for the Potential Steampunk Novel, but the best part is the shruffshruffshruff as I walk through dry leaves up to my ankles. There's no other sound like that.
It's so perfect that the hawk taking flight as I pass is almost inevitable.
- Sausage-apple-onion pie in the oven Sunday evening, and the scent of sage and thyme and pastry filling the apartment. A spare pie (superfluous pie! how can this be?) in the freezer for another autumn day. This is one of those dishes that tastes even better than it smells, and damn it smelled good.
- I feel a little odd about taking my laptop to the laundromat, but since I have to be there anyway, I might as well get some work done. And something about the thump of the machines and the persistent reek of fabric softener seems to work on my subconscious, because "The Guilt Child" and "Ignis Fatuus" both start to take shape under the revisions.
I might even get work done before ThirdNovel comes back from group.
The podling immediately begins to play "Yakety Sax."
It's frighteningly appropriate for the rest of the ride. My podling may be turning psychic.
- Searching the shelves Saturday morning for something better than cereal for breakfast, and deciding to make a coffee cake. Said coffee cake ended up being a winner, and one of those recipes I'm going to file away for later use on other "we have no cinnamon rolls! ohnoes!" mornings.
- Walking down by the river and back between Mount Auburn and Cambridge cemeteries, under a cloudless blue sky. The sun's warm on my neck, the air tastes like fall without the tang of oncoming winter, and I've worked out not only motivations but a general plot arc for the Potential Steampunk Novel, but the best part is the shruffshruffshruff as I walk through dry leaves up to my ankles. There's no other sound like that.
It's so perfect that the hawk taking flight as I pass is almost inevitable.
- Sausage-apple-onion pie in the oven Sunday evening, and the scent of sage and thyme and pastry filling the apartment. A spare pie (superfluous pie! how can this be?) in the freezer for another autumn day. This is one of those dishes that tastes even better than it smells, and damn it smelled good.
- I feel a little odd about taking my laptop to the laundromat, but since I have to be there anyway, I might as well get some work done. And something about the thump of the machines and the persistent reek of fabric softener seems to work on my subconscious, because "The Guilt Child" and "Ignis Fatuus" both start to take shape under the revisions.
I might even get work done before ThirdNovel comes back from group.
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Date: 2009-11-09 06:39 pm (UTC)I think we are going to make a sausage-apple-onion pie tonight. Actually several wee ones: a few to eat for dinner, and others to freeze for Days To Come. \o/
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Date: 2009-11-10 02:20 am (UTC)