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[kittydesade]

Bhí mé ag obair inné.
Ní raibh mé ag dioscó inné.
An raibh mé (mall?) inné?
Nach raibh mé ar an obair inné?

Rinné mé dinnéar déanach sa tráthnona.
Ní dhearna mé dinnéar luath sa tráthnona.
An ndearna mé dinnéar deas sa tráthnona?
Nach ndearna mé dinnéar déanach sa tráthnona?

Chuaigh mé ag siúl inné.
Ní dheachaigh mé ag obair inné.
An ndeachaigh mé ag teach tábhairne inné?
Nach ndeachaigh mé ag siopa inné?


I can't begin to tell you how exhausted I am from all the disaster news lately. Boston Marathon. Fertilizer plant outside Waco. Congress and its pack of obstructionist bought and paid for assholes. How is it only Thursday? The boy's stopping by the store and Home Despot tomorrow morning for food and tomato cages, at least. Also possibly anti-groundhog chicken wire, we'll see how well that works. Also I might try that spreading used cat litter around to keep the groundhogs away, because territory marking, etc.

Had the bizarre impulse last night to go send an email to my high school alumni wossis. I have no idea why. The inferiority complex is huge, my fellow high school alums include speechwriters for the Obama administration, directors of off-Broadway theatre companies, apparently well-known writers/stand-up comedians, and Chelsea Clinton. Yes, I did go to one of those high schools where most of the kids could count on nepotism to get jobs once they went through the college routine. Or were there on scholarship, like me! So, yeah, bit of an inferiority complex there. And I still have no idea why this tempted me to go contact them and tell them what I'm doing with my life. Still, I suppose my accomplishments are no less impressive for not being the sort of thing that everyone might hear about or that reaches millions, so. Why not? Maybe? We'll see if I lose my nerve.

Today's statement of intent is, once again, White Lightning. I do have a patch job on Twisted Thread to finish, but otherwise White Lightning all the time, since I got one and a half blog posts done yesterday. And hopefully today will be less horrible. I am all about less horrible.

I guess in the balance, I learned over the past couple of days some efficient fine-tuning techniques for putting beautiful colors on wool? And that really does look like it will turn out pretty, so there's that. Now I just need some thrift store crock-pots to try it out in. And to clear out the garage, because that floor will be easier to clean up than the kitchen or anything.