Death comes for us all.

I did have pretty good intentions, but it turns out that, at least for the time being, I have pretty much no inclination to write anything here. It very soon began to feel more like a chore than an interesting thing to do, and though I am driven by some nonsensical internal force to pen (metaphorically speaking) this post, I am hard pressed to believe that any of the zero readers of this blog will be terribly upset by its indefinite period of hibernation. So that's a relief. Rest well.

Did I mention a sieve?

Last night? I have no idea. None at all. Something about sleeping.

I have such a bad memory. Maybe I should get one of those memory video things from the Niven short story.. I can't remember the title, but it records everything you see.

Tonight, though, I went to see the new HP with Kelly, Jr, David, Maggie. It was really good. And then we (minus Kelly) went to try to get ice cream, but found the store closed, and then I came home, mucked about online, and now I will walk Miley and do some laundry if I remember, and hit the sack. Projected bedtime: about 1:30 am.


I hugged David goodnight before we all left the parking lot of the closed ice cream store. It was a really good hug. There's still a part of my mind, especially when I see him, in which we are together. In which the natural thing to do is to stand close beside him and slip my arm around his side and lean against him.

Last night I turned off the computer at 10 pm--something I have been meaning to try for a while. I was pretty proud of myself, but then I watched two hours of tv (only two shows though!) with my mom. It happens. TV is what counts as bonding time when we're in the house, so I decided it was alright. Plus, I like Burn Notice and White Collar. Whatever. They ended at midnight, and I helped my dad, walked Miley, wrote in my notebook (as the computer was blessedly powerless), and went to bed. Estimated bedtime, 1:30 am.

Birthdays are special, ok?

Okay so last night, our family went to dinner for my mom's birthday. This was rather tasty. When we came home, her friend Mary came over to wish her a happy birthday, deliver a gift and card, and eat some delicious orange cake. The cake was indeed delicious; however, it was also so acidic that after one slice I couldn't even entertain thoughts of a second, and my mouth, lips, and throat were slightly burned. I realize that this sounds extremely intense, so maybe I should point out that this is the same reaction that I have when I eat more than a few bites of fresh pineapple. So if you're cool with pineapple, you're probably cool with the orange cake. And man, is it delicious. So delicious.


I guess I messed around online for a while after that, and talked to Chloe on skype for a while (the motivation behind this being an opportunity to show her the cake via webcam), and then finally remembered around 1 am that I needed to walk Miley. I think I turned off the light around 2.

Like a sieve.

Right now, I honestly have no idea what I did last night. Can't remember at all. Tonight though, I've spent the evening constructing an orange cake (recipe in The Joy of Cooking, 1970-something edition) for my mom's birthday. The cake seems to have come out well, but I'm not sure I can say the same for the orange creme filling. I'll see what I can do for it in the morning. The recipe also calls for "luscious orange icing," but this is a boiled icing recipe (similar to a meringue, and similarly finicky), and I'm not sure whether I'm up to the challenge. Also, it's raining, which isn't exactly the right environment in which to make anything that requires egg whites to be beaten until they're stiff. So I might make the "quick orange icing" instead. Quick sounds good.


My time in-between mixing and baking and writing this has been spent watching Glee and Raising Hope, clearing some of the wreckage from the kitchen, and Christmas shopping for my father. Now I have to walk Miley and then see if I can convince myself not to put off showering until the morning, when I'll be mad at myself for not having taken one tonight. Projected bedtime: 2 am.

Not the greatest excuse.

I was talking to Sara on gchat (and silent skype for a while as well, since Brian was conducting an audible skype interview on the other computer at the time) for ages last night, and when she finally went to bed (rather ridiculously late, her time) I discovered that my mom was watching a Madea movie on tv, and that I sort of like Madea. (I had never seen any of the movies.) Luckily (ha) for me, TBS or whatever it was always shows "encore performances" of the movie they've just shown, so I got to watch the whole thing through again until it ended after, I think, 1 am. See? You see? That's why I try to avoid television. Television makes my already-anemic self control go jump out a third story window. And then I walked Miley, and then I went to bed. Around 2 I guess. I really don't remember.

After my great-uncle's funeral and the gathering (reminiscent of a wake) at his wife's home, I came home and walked Miley, and then went to my aunt's and walked Augie, and then sat on the couch sipping Kahlua on the rocks and drawing depressingly uninspired pictures in my notebook with colored pencils and then paging through her coffee table book of garden retreats. That was inspiring, as was the other coffee table book about home offices. Not that I find home offices inspiring, but the book was beautifully photographed and filled (front-loaded, honestly, as was the garden book) with inventive ideas for storage and repurposing and decorating and such. So that I found inspiring. The Mountain Stage was playing in the background, and at midnight The Electric Crowd came on. I usually enjoy that show on the rare occasions that I hear it, but last night it was wasn't doing it for me, so I went to bed shortly thereafter. 12:30, maybe.