It's been literally a couple of decades since I've had one. I used to work in a library a long time ago, and lost my job a month after I'd bought my house (great timing, right?); it was the start of many increasingly bad events for me, and I just couldn't bring myself to go in and apply for one.
Well, I have a card now. I googled directions, found the building, got the card and checked out The Book Thief, which was the first title to catch my eye as I wandered around. Ridiculously exciting!
I'm in danger of actual adulthood happening to me, fancy that. ;D
Comfortable, affordable home, in an area that's increasingly attractive as I poke around exploring...better cost of living, weather I can live with (especially when it's as gorgeous as today was!)...much easier and more frequent access to my family...
I have actual flowers on my actual dining table. White roses flushed with plummy pink, just because I love flowers and can afford to splurge on them.
I'm almost bewildered by it all.
St Louis style pork ribs, to be exact. In the oven, basted with a sauce made of sriracha ketchup, honey, soy sauce, and minced garlic (which I've previously used on chicken thighs in the crock pot, so I knew it would be good). Add a salad and some rice, and I had an actual meal I'd made my own self...and it was good!
I temped the meat numerous times to be sure, when I got it out of the oven, and it was well past what the directions said it needed to be. I'm always uneasy, though, cooking meat. Pinkish spot on the bone? o.0
If you don't hear from me again, know it was the ribs that got me. Possibly worth it, though.
To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
In yourself you stretch, you are well.
You look at things
Through his eyes.
A cardinal is red.
A sky is blue.
Suddenly you know he knows too.
He is not there but
You know you are tasting together
The winter, or a light spring weather.
His hand to take your hand is overmuch.
Too much to bear.
You cannot look in his eyes
Because your pulse must not say
What must not be said.
Shuts a door-
Is not there_
Your arms are water.
And you are free
With a ghastly freedom.
You are the beautiful half
Of a golden hurt.
You remember and covet his mouth
To touch, to whisper on.
Oh when to declare
Is certain Death!
Oh when to apprize
Is to mesmerize,
To see fall down, the Column of Gold,
Into the commonest ash.
Which wouldn't be remarkable, except yesterday was crisp and sunny and lovely walking weather. I woke up to a gloomy sky and just now, looking out the window...it's snowing.
Pretty, and I doubt we'll get much. It's the ice that's the more serious problem. Good thing I'm off today and tomorrow. I had intended to go find the public library and see about getting a card; and they're showing Cinderella today, and The Big Sleep tomorrow. I've never seen the latter movie. I'll see how it goes.
Ha, guess it's a good thing the curtains fell down last night, or I'd never have known it was snowing until I left to do errands and got a shock. (the living room curtains are a saga in themselves)
My brother and dad came yesterday; my brother put together my recliner (with many a swear about bad engineering) and my dad puttered around with the water heater and looking at filters and checking my car oil and so on. They also brought me a table and chair set that my brother (Mike) had loaned to our sister; she needs something else, spacewise, and it's a nice fit for me. I was able to put away the air mattress and set up the futon for a couch, too. So my place is looking less like a campsite and more like a home by the week.
Why do I have the urge to call for a pizza...? ~eyes snow
It's actually quite pretty out there. It's going to be some time before this Florida girl, used to the roasting glare almost 24/7/365, to know what to do about actual variety of weather. I can't wait til spring, maybe there'll be local flowers blooming? AUTUMN! I don't know what changes they get around here, but I'll be interested to see. :D
...and since it's not HOT HOT HOT RAIN HOT HOT HOT HOT DID I MENTION IT'S HOT AND HAVE SOME RAIN WHILE YOU ROAST IN THE HOT HOT SUN...I will probably like it.
My new mattress and boxsprings were delivered today, along with a small recliner. I won't have to camp out on the futon-air mattress arrangement in the living room any more! My back and pretty much everything else will be very grateful, I'm sure, after almost 2 months on the thing.
I went to Big Lots on Friday just in time to catch a new sale-buy certain mattresses, and you get the boxprings for $10. The difference in price allowed me to get the recliner that's a good combination computer chair/easy chair AND have them all delivered.
Because you like to sleep with curtains drawn,
at dawn I rose and pulled the velvet tight.
You stirred, then set your hand back on my hip,
the bed a ship in sleep’s doubled plunging
wave on wave, until as though a lighthouse
beam had crossed the room: the vase between
the windows suddenly ablaze, a spirit,
seized, inside its amethyst blue gaze.
What’s that? you said. A slip of light, untamed,
had turned the vase into a crystal ball,
whose blue eye looked back at us, amazed, two
sleepers startled in each other’s arms,
while day lapped at night’s extinguished edge,
adrift between the past and future tense,
a blue moon for an instant caught in its chipped
sapphire—love enduring, give or take.
were books. Lots and lots of books. It was like tearing a chunk out of my heart, but once done, I'm...kind of ok with it, if not actively ~glad. I need to start looking into e-readers and checking out the local library, but it's past ridiculous. I've got books stuffed in all my closets, even still, and there's no way I'll read them all before the end of the year.
Especially since I want to take up my needlework again. My dad passed along some of my mother's old crosstitch kits; I've never done crossstitch, but I've been interested. Some of them look nice, and I'd like to try it.
AFTER I get my eyeglass prescription updated. Before, I couldn't afford it; and now that I can afford it, I can't coordinate my schedule with the vision center's hours. \0/
I keep saying I'm going to post more, and then end up on tumblr or pinterest, clicking away because it's easier. The only way to post more is to POST MORE. So. Since I very much need even the casual social interaction I get here, I am trying. ~awkward
Now, I'm going to make popcorn. Possibly coffee-my dad gave me a coffee machine for Christmas. I have to get up early for opening shift tomorrow, but at least I get off early enough to nap. Naps are the best.