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[kittydesade]

There was once a young Hunter who went boldly into the forest. He had a merry and light heart, and as he was whistling along there came an ugly old woman who said to him, "Good day, dear hunter! You are very merry and contented, but I suffer hunger and thirst, so give me a trifle."

The hunter felt sorry for the poor old woman, and he felt in his pocket and gave her all he could spare. He was going on, then, but the old woman stopped him and said, "Listen, dear hunter, to what I say. Because of your kind heart I will make you a present. Go on your way, and in a short time you will come to a tree on which sit nine birds who have a cloak in their claws and are quarrelling over it. Then take aim with your gun and shoot in the middle of them;"

Давным-давно жил-был (?) молодой охотник, кто в лес жирнно [find the proper adverbial form] пошёл. У его былo сердце весёлoе и лёгкoе, и за [something. verb in progressive?] пошла уродливая бабушка, которая ему сказала
-Добрый день, [not quite sure on this] охотник. Вы очень весёлый и доволный, но я испываю голод и жажду, поэтому давай мне капельку.
Охотнику бeдную бабушку жалко, и обшарил свои кармани и давал все лишние вeщи. Он продолжался идти, а бабушка его останавила и сказала...
-Выслушай меня, дорогой охотник. Из-за твоего любезное сердце я даю подарок. Идтй (Пошёл?) Идти по свое дороге, и через краткое время ты приходишь дерево приходишь к дереву на котором девять птицы сидят... (hopefully I can add the rest of that later.)



Okay, if this is an example of what my dreams are going to be like while working on this house, this is going to get real interesting, real fast. Last night's feature? I don't even remember what I was doing when the woman and her mother walked in, but John Watson (the Sherlock one) and I were talking, maybe puttering around a kitchen? When these two ladies walked in. And someone said something and I remember someone not me accused the woman of being from ... Manchester? Somewhere in England. Despite the fact that we apparently were in the States. And she said no, and Watson called her a liar, and I agreed, i can't remember why. And she started to storm off in a huff, and I went after her and didn't quite sooth her a bit, but reached some common ground with a list of ... "You're either too X or too Y", and I don't remember how that came up in conversation. And she nodded at me, and we achieved some kind of truce, and then she closed the door behind her. And something happened. I don't remember what. But something happened and then Watson wasn't there anymore, and Sherlock came in and I realized it was a trap. A Moriarty trap.

In my dream I even knew what story that was from, and made appropriate analogies, I'm not sure if I told Sherlock because I doubt he would have taken being a story character well. But after he freaked out for a moment I grabbed him by the shoulders and we determined to get Watson back, so we went and sat down at some secret agent diner booth that then receded into the wall and took us down to a Secret Agent Lair. Where a bunch of people looked at us funny because we weren't supposed to be there. I kicked a codebreaker out of his seat, and sat down and started to type things. Somehow, though, in the fight for the keyboard, none of my search terms turned out right. Sherlock opined as this was maybe because my keyboard had toggled over into other languages. But he had faith in me that I could figure it out and type properly even without toggling it back. Except he didn't say it like that, just sort of gave me the "you're not stupid I know you can figure this out" look. And then I figured out that this was Russian, only it looked weird because they were all English letters, so transliterated Russian. And I started to search for Her Majesty's Secret Service (why? Apparently I'm dreaming in League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 20XX) and a bunch of goons with guns came in to arrest us for breaking and entering a secret facility, etc. Only the goons with guns were dressed in the most ridiculous full-body-costumes. Rather like Sean Connery's inexplicable bear suit in the horrible Avengers movie. Not the good one, the horrible one.

And then I woke up and went "what the fuck was that." Jeezy Creezy, what on earth was that.

I feel like I should keep track somewhere of all the skills I'm picking up in working on this house. A couple days ago it was peeling wallpaper. Today I'm hoping for attaching a hose connector pipe (if that's the term) to the toilet. I'm also getting another course in archaeological conservation insectology. Ew. I'd say you wouldn't believe the number of things with over the numerical limit of legs living in our house, but you probably would. Double ew. Today, though, not so much work on the house but definitely a shopping trip to Goodwill for things what can be torn into rags (white shirts, mostly) and then a trip to whatever store for all the lightbulbs ever. And we can change out all the bulbs, light up the house, and see what we're getting our hands into even after work. I predict massive numbers of spider webs and piles of dead bugs. Ew ew ew.

I need to retool my schedule, the details of which will go in a CS post but the summation of which is that I'm going to need another hour or so's worth of sleep while I'm doing work-a-day and then house work. Which, on the one hand, yay exercise? On the other hand, ow and I hate retooling my schedule for extra sleep. Bonus points for it being heading into winter when I tend to need an extra hour anyway. I'm just starting it early! When I didn't want to. Meh.

Right. Enough complaining. Work today looks somewhat lighter, which means I may be able to get the rest of this pile of filing at least starting to be under control, and some writing done. Or rather, writing planning, at this stage. And finishing up a WIP. Hopefully! I have hopes. They may or may not be forlorn hopes.