Jun. 3rd, 2003

clockworkpixel: (Default)
"I was supposed to go up to the cottage to do some cleaning and work for the upcoming weekend gatherings I am having there.
Instead I remembered a planning meeting for the AltWheels festival up in Boston. So I left work and headed to the meetings, between hassles getting out of work and traffic I wound up getting to the CT border with not enough time to make the rest of the trip to Boston (and no doubt incounter further traffic that would delay me more) and still catch any useful amount of hte meeting.
So instead I drove back home, packed the car with stuff to go to the cottage, and headed off there. On the way Velvet calle,d and I suckered convinced him to come along and help.
We arrived and unpacked all the stuff, moving it into the house but not setting anything up, nor doing any of the planned cleaning. Instead we mounted hooks to hang the hammock, and spent the next hour or two alternately digging huge rocks out from under where the hammock would be, or smashing them into smaller rocks with sledgehammers. Now there is a cratered (but free of skull-cracking rocks) dirt area under the hammock. I'll drag some fill from somewhere and level it out next time, and get the other projects there done. Prolly do it Thurs, or prehaps over the weekend since that is currently completely free.
Because Velvet and I always end up car-geeking for hours I didn't get home until 11:20, instead of sleeping I caught most of Monster House, and all of the new Monster Garage. Now I should sleep, got work in the morning."

further notes to self, remember to write the other stuff, and also these:
  • 'cheating'
  • 'closing in'

damn but this weekend produced a lot I want to write/rant on. Also, work on you damn wings!
clockworkpixel: (carlight)
"Seeing her lips slightly parted, the tip of her tongue peeking out as she leans in for a kiss.

Her arms twined around, looking up into his face.

Two sets of eyes, gazing lovingly at each other.

The small smile that creeps onto her face, as she watches him.

His arms around her shoulder, her's around his waist. Walking hip to hip.

Two people, twined around each other, the rest of the world ignored.



"How many sir?"

"Hmm? Oh, sorry I was people watching. A table for one please."

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