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material wants: funky shoelaces and prints of antique maps
interactive wants: a friend comfortable with cutting an inch (and no more) off the bottom of my hair.
impossible wants: my thumb to stop throbbing.

Any suggestions?

I continue to dither about putting more art up in the house. My tastes seem somewhat fixated, I want to put up more Magritte, or more xrayed flowers/leaves/shells a la Steven Meyers, but I somehow feel like I should branch out. The clock-with-gears we ordered turned out to look absolutely awful, which is a pity but not a huge surprise. I'm daunted by the huge blank wall, and the funny little arched doorway.

We've gotten the house 85% of the way there, and I'm afraid we've stalled out. Light has to go to work tomorrow to make up for running out on Friday to take me to the ER, and I'm not much good in my one-usable-hand state. I feel like an idiot for hurting myself, and keep making lists of all the things I've ruined. Light, of course, is being an absolute savior, from helping me shower to helping me tie my shoes. Fortunately, the upcoming week is fairly mild in terms of volunteering and other activities.

Also, today involved taking one of my favorite people (Hips) to an orchard for his bday, so now we have a big old bag of apples, and I intend to see exactly how much cooking/baking I can do one-handing. However, we need to find me a honeycrisp source before I'll be truly satisfied.

And now, to drift into the sweet, sweet embrace of my painkillers and hope to sleep through the night.

(no subject)

material wants: funky shoelaces and prints of antique maps
interactive wants: a friend comfortable with cutting an inch (and no more) off the bottom of my hair.
impossible wants: my thumb to stop throbbing.

Any suggestions?

I continue to dither about putting more art up in the house. My tastes seem somewhat fixated, I want to put up more Magritte, or more xrayed flowers/leaves/shells a la Steven Meyers, but I somehow feel like I should branch out. The clock-with-gears we ordered turned out to look absolutely awful, which is a pity but not a huge surprise. I'm daunted by the huge blank wall, and the funny little arched doorway.

We've gotten the house 85% of the way there, and I'm afraid we've stalled out. Light has to go to work tomorrow to make up for running out on Friday to take me to the ER, and I'm not much good in my one-usable-hand state. I feel like an idiot for hurting myself, and keep making lists of all the things I've ruined. Light, of course, is being an absolute savior, from helping me shower to helping me tie my shoes. Fortunately, the upcoming week is fairly mild in terms of volunteering and other activities.

Also, today involved taking one of my favorite people (Hips) to an orchard for his bday, so now we have a big old bag of apples, and I intend to see exactly how much cooking/baking I can do one-handing. However, we need to find me a honeycrisp source before I'll be truly satisfied.

And now, to drift into the sweet, sweet embrace of my painkillers and hope to sleep through the night.