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Jul. 14th, 2014 @ 03:17 pm dialann - dreams & donations
M's eyes are giving him problems at this time, so I played chauffeur twice last week and again today. I warned him yesterday that I had an appointment to give blood tomorrow at 3 pm; but that's no longer a factor - I just called to cancel. Iff he decides he would rather drive himself tomorrow, then I will go over to the donation site and give as a drop in donor. Otherwise, I'll try again at the Elk's Lodge drive at the end of the month.

I can't really remember my dream this morning, but as I was running errands this morning, I suddenly recalled that someone had played the fool in the dream - cutting me off in traffic, and in response, I had held up three fingers (pointer, middle & ring) and yelled at them "Read between the lines!" Not that I had the impulse to do that today, but the traffic reminded me.

M has been reading a series by Mercedes Lackey, Eric Flint & David Freer called (iirc) The Children of Alexandria - though I have NO idea WHY. It's a series that takes place in an alternate timeline in the year 1538. The first book is called The Shadow of the Lion and he kept reading me bits of of until, finally, Friday I started reading it myself. I stayed up until 2 am reading, picked it up Saturday and finished it after noon. Then I went on to the next book of interest This Rough Magic, read that until 3 am, and continued reading Sunday. Needless to say, I didn't get a lot done this weekend. I'm finding myself reluctant to start the next book (The Mankind Witch) because I don't want to find myself staying up late when I may need to be driving again tomorrow. Especially when I'm already feeling a bit heavy-headed today.

I am feeling a bit chuffed with myself, though. Even with the distraction of the book(s), I managed to do the minimum cleaning (Bathrooms & vacuuming) and laundry Saturday. But I am disappointed that I did not expand the zone of cleanliness to any significant degree. Nor did I manage to wash the CPAP as I meant.
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Jul. 11th, 2014 @ 07:49 am Dialann - cookies, doll clothes and family
We ran out of cookies three days ago. No excuse for it, I knew two days prior to that that they were getting low, but I kept forgetting. Day before yesterday, I had B bring the chocolate chip tin upstairs as a visual reminder but ... yestermorn was hectic. M's eyes are giving him trouble to the point that he is reluctant to drive, so I had to bustle about readying to chauffeur him to work and back. Not only getting things prepped so dinner would be ready when we returned yestereve, but also washing towels and running an errand downtown.

Today, though, I finally remembered the cookies in the cool of the morn and now they also are cooling on the rack in the kitchen.

My great niece and her daughter are visiting my mother in Florida. Bad idea. My mother decided to move down there, making Punta Gorda (fat point, *giggle*) after her partner's death this spring and ... I thought it was a good decision. She has many friends down there, activities, amusements. In the winter. When all the snowbirds are resident.

It's not winter.

So, at the moment, it's my mother - 78 yo and grieving with anger and irritation, my sister's 18 yo grand-daughter, and a 2 yo toddler - and an almost empty trailer park - concentrating my mother's attention on her loss, expressing it as constant hyper-criticism. Recipe for disaster.

It doesn't help matters (from my mother's pov) that my great-niece is 18, still in school, unmarried ... and black with a blacker child. My niece, fwiw, is also unmarried, has NEVER been married & is engaged to a black man (not the father of either of her two children). These facts of life give my mother a LOT of ammunition for dealing out emotional abuse.

While I know my mother is grieving and anger is the vehicle of her grief, I don't feel it excuses the abuse. I have never approved of her ... lack of self-control.

The doll clothes mentioned in the header are the reason for my errand downtown yestermorn. Last week I posted an 18 in American Doll look-alike (Springfield Collection - Madison aka "Sunny") to my great-great-niece. Naturally, the patterns AFTER she was sent. I made two outfits (without a doll to fit them to) and mailed them off yesterday. Also naturally, my model - Naya Catori - arrived in the mail after I returned home from the Post Office. Naya is the name of this particular model of doll - a limited edition Native American and it means nymph, Catori is the personal name I've gifted to MY doll - it's a Native American name meaning spirit.
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Jul. 10th, 2014 @ 04:58 pm Na Gurnaidh Update - POTS?
I've been asking around and not really getting any definitive answers. According to those who have the signs up in their shops, the "P" and "O" of "POTS" stands for "person of". On that everyone agrees. I've been told that the "T" stands for "transformation", "transformational", "transient" and even "tricksy". There is a similar vagueness as to the meaning of the "S"; some saying it means "shape", others "size" or "skill", and not a few claiming "that's just the plural". A lot of people don't know WHAT the letters stand for, but they know what it means.

Underfolk
Otherfolk
The Good Neighbours


Folk with whom we've been co-existing since before the Valley WAS the Valley. Before the Dragon Reserve was established. Folk who stood side by side with our ancestors when the dragons came calling for dinner - and three guesses what was on the menu.

I made my opinion of this known, which has resulted in some of the signs being amended with the words "or Mgr Ki" but as I'm not about to patronize ANY establishment that has so blatant a policy of prejudice and bigotry, it's a moot point.

Enough gloom and doom, though. I'm pleased to report that Jonah has taken into care one of the rare guardian dragons, and not before time, too, imho. Adopt one today!

He worries that the egg's presence here has something to do with the situation in the Valley, but that's sheer folly. He has the egg because he deserves it - he is well worthy of such an exquisite creature.

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Bernard the Elf
Jul. 10th, 2014 @ 07:52 am Adventures in Housecleaning
First off, I'm not much of a housecleaner at the best of times and right now, I'm pulling out of state of depression that lasted about a decades, as far as I can figure. Mind you, I wasn't sad, I had a pretty upbeat attitude and all, but ... I really couldn't get myself to care about a regular cleaning schedule. For some reason, possibly because the other symptoms of (pre)diabetes have abated; or perhaps because I had to do some cleaning in advance of my elder son's visit; that last has changed.

I'm making an effort to clean the bathrooms and vacuum the heavily traversed carpets twice a week. At that time, I also expand to what I think of as new cleaning. That's always been my M.O., I do a small area - one room, perhaps. Then next time, I tidy up that room and do a second. The next time, I do those two and then a third. And so forth.

Yesterday was cleaning day. I cleaned the downstairs bathroom (and ... wooo! that was easy. And quick!) but my partner was up in the Master bedroom and I prefer to do both upstairs bathrooms at the same time, so I looked around for the next chore. Vacuuming. Library, Livingroom & Kitchen. (Yes, I vacuum the kitchen floor. Keeps the dust bunnies from escaping.)

Pause in the kitchen. I decided to clean the kitchen window above the sink before I continue into the diningroom (in retrospect, that may have been a mistake - waiting I mean). The one problem with this idea is that there is a dangling fluorescent light above the sink - resting on a hanging birdbath/feeder that ... It amuses me to have that there. I took down the chain of spirit-catchers and took a long hard look at the light. My first thought was to duct-tape it up and out of the way but ... as I cleaned off the dust and dirt, I had another thought. I called an electrician.

He arrived around 12:30 (amazing, yes?) Took a look at the wires and ... couldn't figure out WHAT they had done. (The original owners of the house were massively DYI-ers whose vision exceeded their grasp.) He threw the breaker (good! No electrocution in MY house), detached wires & deadheaded them, cut wires & deadheaded them (and the dangling fixture was DOWN. The crowd goes wild!) which left me with dangling deadheaded wires.

But ... that bothered him. He called his boss and ... well, I'm not entirely sure what HE said, but the electrician decided see if he could get rid of the dangling wires, one of which was still live because ... see previous statement about the confusion at the switch end. He got a saw and started tearing up the plaster above the sink and .. he found the BOX. A collection of various wires (including the wires to the now removed dangling fixture. Did I mention that this was a DISPOSABLE plant light that had no way to change the bulb which was hardwired in place?)

This ... box - apparently a standard way to deal with electrical matters, had been capped with a metal piece which had been plastered over. I suspect that it was the metal cap that he was most disdainful of. He replaced that with a plastic cap and then did his best to spackle over the (small-ish) hole he'd cut in his search for said box.

It was 3 pm by the time he finished this. That done, he went upstairs to take a look at the defunct light fixture in the closet of the master bedroom. As it happens, he figured out WHY it was defunct. It had operated by means of a pull chain and someone had pulled the light off so hard that the chain had pulled out, leaving the socket turned off for all time.

Unfortunately, current safety codes do not allow bare bulbs in closets any more, so he removed that socket and covered the space where it had been with another plastic cover.

And he left. He'd been there for 4 hours. I shudder to think of the bill we'll be getting.

FWIW, while he was here, I cleaned the two bathrooms, vacuumed the upstairs and swept the floor of the master bedroom. I also brought the bed-linens off the line and made my bed. After he left, I went to Walmart to get some sewing elastic and a sub, then finished the second doll outfit that I am sending to my great-great-niece.

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Jul. 9th, 2014 @ 09:20 am Na Gurnaidh Update
The authorities of the Valley have issued a warning to all residents alerting them to the presence of serial criminal in the area. All residents are urged to take precautions; avoid lonely locations, do not go off with strangers, lock your doors, do not offer rides to strangers, &c. If you see anyone suspicious, call XXX-XXX-XXXX immediately. Do NOT approach.


I have been away deep Underhill, attending the farewell ceremonies of several old friends. As far as I'm concerned, it's only been a few weeks - a month at most; but I rather expected the time difference. It's well known that the deeper one goes Underhill, the longer one stays. Jonah has been managing Na Gurnaidh in my absence.

I did NOT expect to return to find THIS notice plastered all over the Valley! A serial criminal? In our fair shire?

Even more disturbing than the official notices are the little signs that I've been seeing everywhere in town.
POTS go home.
No POTS allowed.
POTS need not apply.
Pots? Is this something to do with that Potter boy who was making headlines a few years back? What has been happening in my absence?

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Bernard the Elf
Jul. 7th, 2014 @ 05:49 pm I made a pretty today!
This is what I made - a sundress for an 18in American Girl-type doll. The pattern was supposed to have shorts instead of panties, but I didn't have enough fabric, so I winged it. I also tried my hand at making a simple pair of sandals - I wish I had a doll to see if they came out all right.

AG-sundress2

Even though I don't have a suitable model, I decided to try the outfit on Joffrey - just to see how it looked when worn. Unfortunately, changing him back into his usual outfit ... increased the chip on his cheek. I need to get some Elmer's glue to "repair" the damage (the chip is caught in the collar of his shirt) and to bond the rest of the chips and nicks.

AG-sundress_Joffrey2


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Jul. 7th, 2014 @ 05:37 pm Cycling
I cycled to the school today to water the plants and put some books away (the librarians left them because they knew I'd be in over the summer, I didn't get to them last week because of the visit from my elder son). On the way back, shared the road with five other cyclists, an older man, and four women my age or older. All of us out running short errands by bicycle rather than driving. It made me feel like part of a revolution. *grin*

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Jul. 6th, 2014 @ 12:12 pm Walking
I knew that walking wasn't just walking because I can't walk on the treadmill even in soft sole moccasins. However, I thought that was just because of some interaction with the tread and the shuffle of my shoes.

I can walk outside in moccasins without crippling pains in my knee and hip, but it's getting hotter and my feet sweat in the socks.

I thought that it would be all right to just bop around the house barefoot and that if I could get the same mileage as I would using the treadmill, I would have the same benefit.

I was wrong. I didn't know how wrong until I realized I was thinking of taking another aspirin, and I considered how often I'd taken the painkiller in the past week because one foot or the other hurt too much to let me sleep.

Today, I walked 3/4 mile on the treadmill and my feet feel fine. Unfortunately, the battery of the tracker was too low to register the distance ... of course. But ... 's e sin beatha - that's life.

agus 's e seo uighean dreagain - and these are dragon eggs

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Jul. 5th, 2014 @ 11:20 pm New Egg drop today
picked up a few new dragon eggs today.

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Jun. 25th, 2014 @ 10:01 am picked up an egg
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Intriguing, it's lineage is entirely purple dorsal. I like the code muchly, as my personal lineage contains a great deal of Irish, I consider 13 to be a lucky number rather than otherwise (Christ chose 12 main disciples which with himself meant that there were 13 persons during his active career) and 3 is even luckier (most deities in Irish lore are triune).
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