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20 May 2010 17:04( To Do )
- Research APA/ASMP discounts for Apple computers
- Contact Wood Isle Consultants about setting up an on-demand IT contract with them.
- Finish Zombie Opera Photos
- Create Slideshow for Class on Saturday
- Commit to Zenfolio
- Catch up on other photo projects
- Make Masks
- Make Teddy Bears
- Bead shopping for Peaches
- Set Up Zenfolio
- Buy 5th Ed Ars Magica books (Main Rules, Covenant, Realms:Magic, Tales of Mythic Europe)
Tangent: I've decided that Etymology would make a good name for a girl. You could call her Molly for short. "Etymology Kumar" has a nice ring to it, I think.
Tangent, the 2nd:
Spent the night at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
soundoflight's place, walking the Indianapolis canal, talking about everything under the sun from politics and programming to music and madness. Spent quite a bit of time talking about polyphasic sleep some more. I'm really tempted to try it, but I still want to see if any long term research has been done on the subject.
Today I discovered that Atlanta is only 11 hours away from Chicago, and since we left two days early, we have the burdensome problem of figuring out what to do with half a day on the road with nothing to do, nowhere to be, and no rush to get started.
Oh, darn.
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soundoflight's place, walking the Indianapolis canal, talking about everything under the sun from politics and programming to music and madness. Spent quite a bit of time talking about polyphasic sleep some more. I'm really tempted to try it, but I still want to see if any long term research has been done on the subject.Today I discovered that Atlanta is only 11 hours away from Chicago, and since we left two days early, we have the burdensome problem of figuring out what to do with half a day on the road with nothing to do, nowhere to be, and no rush to get started.
Oh, darn.
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Just about eight hours before Roo gets here. Still have a few chores left to do around home, but nothing major. The place looks good, I've got some decent ideas for things to do.
I've managed to shed my fears and expectations, in large part. However this weekend plays out, I know that Roo is back in my life, at least for the next four days. It'd be a crime not to cherish that, no matter what else is going on in my head or in my life.
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Oh, one last thing. I remembered something about Christine whilehappyelfling was chatting with Blue Beard in front of the map by the door.
It was about a month after we bought the house. She came home from work to find me painting the kitchen. She liked the color we had chosen, and still couldn't believe how easy painting a room turned out to be.
Hey, can you turn on the tape deck? I turned my face back to the ceiling to hide my wolfish grin. I forgot to turn it on when I got started and I haven't come to a decent stopping point yet.
She hit Play, and the tape started up where I'd cued it to. Do You Love Me? from Fiddler. I sang along, sang it to her, gesticulating with my extendable paint-roller-brush-thing. She laughed and tried to keep up with her half of the lyrics. When the song was over, she told me, voice full of giggles, "I love you, Fuzzy. Yes, I suppose I do." Then I suppose/I love you, too.
Fuzzy. She used to call me Fuzzy. It was her pet name for me. Called me it all the time, got to the point where sometimes I'd ask her to say my real name, just to hear it out of her lips.
I'd forgotten, somehow.
I've managed to shed my fears and expectations, in large part. However this weekend plays out, I know that Roo is back in my life, at least for the next four days. It'd be a crime not to cherish that, no matter what else is going on in my head or in my life.
- pay ticket, bills
- make projections disk for Peter, CD layout examples for Saturday
- shoot venuspixie and gutterglitter on Sunday
- enjoy spending time with Roo
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Oh, one last thing. I remembered something about Christine while
happyelfling was chatting with Blue Beard in front of the map by the door.It was about a month after we bought the house. She came home from work to find me painting the kitchen. She liked the color we had chosen, and still couldn't believe how easy painting a room turned out to be.
Hey, can you turn on the tape deck? I turned my face back to the ceiling to hide my wolfish grin. I forgot to turn it on when I got started and I haven't come to a decent stopping point yet.
She hit Play, and the tape started up where I'd cued it to. Do You Love Me? from Fiddler. I sang along, sang it to her, gesticulating with my extendable paint-roller-brush-thing. She laughed and tried to keep up with her half of the lyrics. When the song was over, she told me, voice full of giggles, "I love you, Fuzzy. Yes, I suppose I do." Then I suppose/I love you, too.
Fuzzy. She used to call me Fuzzy. It was her pet name for me. Called me it all the time, got to the point where sometimes I'd ask her to say my real name, just to hear it out of her lips.
I'd forgotten, somehow.
