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07 November 2011 @ 02:42 am
 
My dog is barking in his sleep and it's pretty adorable. (I use 'barking' lightly here, for he's a pug and I'm not sure how much his sound actually resembles a bark.) I am exhausted and my new sleeping dog icon should be my icon for that, but it is not.

Because featherxquill made this writing icon for me out of a picture of Agnes Moorehead and I think it is perfect. Also, today I worked hard writing even though I utterly failed at my goal to reach 10k by this evening. Instead I finished Chapter 2. But I also thought I would have the whole day after church to write, feeling reasonably refreshed. That was not the case.

[~] Church was alright. Got a bagel beforehand because I was craving a bagel like crazy and the one in the house had been eaten. We sang a hymn, "With Heart and Mind", which I hadn't heard before and really enjoyed, about a congregation for those with open/seeking minds and open/loving hearts. I'm a Sunday-morning sap. Michelle Kelly (one of the best singers in choir) sang "Circle Game" by Joni Mitchell with her guitar. It was beautiful and the congregation joined along and I cried (see: sap). We also sang "Spirit of Life" and "This Little Light of Mine" which have always been two of my absolute favourites. Rachel, one of the senior-high youths, did a sermon on a leadership camp she went to since the minister was away. It was short and rather vague, but I was proud of her for giving it a shot.

[+] After church one of the women from a lesbian couple I love invited me to dinner/a film at theirs on Friday, with them and their two pupsters and perhaps a glass of wine. I was also introduced to K's great-aunt, who was a feisty 87-year-old with hilarious stories to tell. Meg and Sue, another couple (though unintentional; they lived together for 20 years 'waiting for the right men' until they realised that they had what they wanted right there), came and chatted with me for a long while about the economy. Their intelligence tends to intimidate me sometimes in what they expect me to know, but I enjoy spending time with them. They just tend to remind me that the moments I do consider myself smart, it's in my ability to learn, rather than in my actual body of knowledge, which I find pretty scant still.

[-] The car was acting up as I drove home, with the whole radio setup and dashboard arrows completely shutting off when I didn't have my foot on the gas; occasionally the engine didn't sound 100%. I made it literally to my parking spot when the engine gave out, despite my foot on the gas. So that was fun. Told my Da and he said, "I'll go set up the battery charger." Unfortunately I don't speak Common Man and didn't realise that meant "I'll do that later," so he didn't until I inadvertently reminded him about it when I mentioned that we would need to find a way to get food. (I apologise to all men who do things in a timely manner and fully acknowledge that women and a whole range of people put important tasks off despite their wordings. *Grins.*)

[-] Found a big tick on Mugz-the-pugz and got Da to help me get it off and cleaned up.

[-] Was pretty much brain-dead for writing.

[-] Da and I went out with the charged battery to buy a battery (the old one has got all sorts of powder on it and even with baking-powder-cleanup would be old enough that a replacement seems wise). At BJ's we got Da a dress-shirt for his business trip tomorrow and some woman recognised him and then me - as my legal/birth name, which generally means I haven't seen the person in at least eight years to say that I am Kiwi, end of. So I had a full conversation with a woman whose face was familiar but whom I didn't recognise, and then walked away with my father asking, "...with whom was I just speaking?" Wife an old tennis friend, apparently, the one who took my old dog Drew. We went outside and the battery was dead.

[+] We got a jump from the friends who were still in BJ's and this time when I spoke with the woman I knew who she was, sort of, in that I knew her relation to my previous dog.

[-] Da and I still had no food in the house and we couldn't stop anywhere so I suggested drive-through something-or-other. We settled on Burger King as we both prefer it to McD's and it's good in a pinch. It was going well except I noticed that when he didn't gas it, the engine seemed to miss a beat/not turn over correctly. I suggested that he keep back from the other car so he could keep inching forward and reverse back a bit if we needed, just to keep the car active. He didn't believe me and on the next beat-miss the engine died.

[-] I was annoyed not at my father, but at myself, because I can never seem to loudly voice my ideas. Dratted self-esteem. It reminded me of that HP7B film scene with Luna finally telling Harry to just listen to her, and how much I appreciated that scene. And now I recognise that's because I feel I have a gentler voice with things, too, and I don't always have the courage to just say "Hey! Listen to me!" Anyway, we were stuck there for a while as we gave the charger plug to the BK-workers and they had it plugged in through the drive-through doorway. We sat around waiting and laughing. Thankfully, my Da and I tend to keep our heads in crises, even if I can't always speak up. Eventually we got the car started up and Da remained in the car revving while I scurried about collecting the charger plug, putting away the charger, dealing with the hood, and collecting cards/food.

[+] Da couldn't get the car out of park and I realised I had an idea, so I made myself speak up more firmly-but-kindly. "Have you tried with your foot on the brake?" He tried it and it worked, but it meant I had to run after him through the parking lot and hop in hastily before he turned out of it--quite the adventure, really. The BK staff were great about it and we all kept each other laughing. There should be a Wall of Fame for people who break down in drive-throughs.

[+] We made it home in one piece and ate. Da is set to get a ride from my grandmother to the airport tomorrow as we didn't get to put in the new battery from BJ's; it was too dark. At least we've got it. Da also gave me a new toothbrush as I realised my green one downstairs had lipstick on it and I don't use lipstick. My mother admitted that she had been using it, thinking it was hers (that is a personal ICK! for me) so I'm glad to have a new one. I have written my name on this one in Sharpie on both sides.

[+] I wrote a few thousand words so that even if I'm not up to 10k, I have nearly 5.5k and I have now introduced one of my favourite characters. Things feel smoother as I write them now. It also means I have 6.3k of catching up to do tomorrow instead of the 8-something-k I was supposed to do today, so I'm knocking some down. It feels less like pulling teeth now and more like enjoyable hobby-writing. Yay!

[+] Now I can watch the last episode of Downton Abbey and tomorrow I can sleep in instead of taking Da to the airport, which is good because I'm exhausted.

[-->] How I Feel Now:


[-->] My Month of November:


[-] I seem to be back to longer posts at the moment. I guess I've fallen back into a stronger learning-about-myself period, which tends to mean longer entries. Ah well! Thanks for reading!
 
 
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minervas_eule: sigh Emmaminervas_eule on November 7th, 2011 08:23 am (UTC)
I love your Luna-"installation" and you for picking her scene as a role-model ;-)

*Oh dear* to the "funny car"-antics ! A battery dying on you is just....

I am very happy the singing in church was so precious :-) (sometimes making one cry is just a proof how right it is....) - "music, the magic beyond everything we do here!"
Kiwi Crocuscranky__crocus on November 7th, 2011 08:29 am (UTC)
I love your Luna-"installation" and you for picking her scene as a role-model ;-)
Thank you! I feel far less silly for doing that, now, since it's such a small scene and not book-canon... It seemed very Luna regardless, to me, and something to aspire to.

A battery dying on me, at the moment, is just my luck. (; I'm at the point of laughing at all these ridiculous little ways things go wrong in my life. It feels as though I'm being taught a lesson in patience and composure!

*Smiles at the music quote.* Normally I just shiver at music - it passes over my skin and then makes my scalp tingle. Sometimes, if my thoughts align with the music or grip it tight (words I understand or don't or no words at all), I cry. It has only started in the last few years and still perplexes me, for it's not as though I actually know anything about music.
Miss M.miss_morland on November 7th, 2011 10:10 am (UTC)
they lived together for 20 years 'waiting for the right men' until they realised that they had what they wanted right there

That's quite romantic and also sounds like a good fanfic premise, if you ask me.

Hope you got some good sleep and feel less exhausted now. <3
?elsceetaria on November 7th, 2011 05:43 pm (UTC)
::Hugs:: Hopefully after you have gotten some sleep you feel more human. :)

they lived together for 20 years 'waiting for the right men' until they realised that they had what they wanted right there

That is so sweet.

That was amazing!
CaroRulescarorules on November 7th, 2011 06:29 pm (UTC)
Did you ever post pics of your pug? If not, I'd like you to!! :) Pugs are so cute!

So funny about the unintentional couple ;)

I hate car troubles.
Chevy Eliot: Never Forgettattooedsappho on November 8th, 2011 01:34 am (UTC)
Sounds like an interesting mini-car adventure. Hopefully you will be able to look back and get a giggle out of it, or at least turn it into a "no really, im not shitting you this really did happen" kinda story.

Glad you had good times at church! :) Singing was typically the one thing I did enjoy about mass as a kid, too bad most of the songs in the catholic church are kinda depressing (at least that is how it seemed as a kid anyways...)

omg, wtf is up with ticks after snow? i mean really, come on! stupid ticks, they should all be dead by now... ::grumble::

::huggs:: to urself n u pup from meself n mai pup