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Every evening, I sit down here with the intention of recording more of the drab minutiae of my navel-gazing bourgeois existence, and every evening I stumble off to bed without anything much to show for it. But there's a moment of peace now, what with both my pets sleeping peacefully (the old man in downstairs bedroom, the young cat in the sunroom armchair--the better to save his energy for tearing around BATSHIT INSANE in the middle of the night).
Right now, the flakes have stopped and it's brightening again; there are even occasional bursts of sunlight as the clouds thin out and the pavements across the street are clear. With luck, by tomrrow the snow will be only a sweet memory (though a quite beautiful one while it lasted, the black-barked maples all lacily frosted and such) and the sprouting plants won't have suffered too much. I saw my first shrub in bud in an unexpected niche a few days ago, and a daffodil on Arthur was so close to blooming I almost felt that if I had the patience to linger a bit, I would've seen it happen.
But that was midday yesterday and I was rushing off to my tea party. At the time, the weather was a bit blustery, but still far from the sodden misery it became by late afternoon. I felt a twinge of guilt, leading![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lhn and prilicla a half mile or so through the wet to the bookstore only to see them leave an hour later empty-handed and forced to retrace the trip in order to reach their car. But I suppose I atoned for this afterwards sheltering with an overstuffed satchel on my feet in a shoe shop entryway until the North Avenue bus finally deigned to trundle by.
[boyfriend now awake, demanding computer. see what I mean?]
Where was I? Or, right, making the endless trip east and north back home after visiting Wicker Park and then running errands in the ice-cold rain so that I wouldn't have to venture out into today's snowstorm. I came home to findmonshu finishing dinner and talked him into kickstarting our badly stalled NetFlix queue with a viewing of 괴물 (The Host). After watching it, I decided that 괴물 /koymul/ makes a perfect Korean name for our own little domestic beast. (You've got a lovely pun going on there with archaic/dialectal Korean 괴 /koy/ "cat".)
Right now, the flakes have stopped and it's brightening again; there are even occasional bursts of sunlight as the clouds thin out and the pavements across the street are clear. With luck, by tomrrow the snow will be only a sweet memory (though a quite beautiful one while it lasted, the black-barked maples all lacily frosted and such) and the sprouting plants won't have suffered too much. I saw my first shrub in bud in an unexpected niche a few days ago, and a daffodil on Arthur was so close to blooming I almost felt that if I had the patience to linger a bit, I would've seen it happen.
But that was midday yesterday and I was rushing off to my tea party. At the time, the weather was a bit blustery, but still far from the sodden misery it became by late afternoon. I felt a twinge of guilt, leading
lhn and prilicla a half mile or so through the wet to the bookstore only to see them leave an hour later empty-handed and forced to retrace the trip in order to reach their car. But I suppose I atoned for this afterwards sheltering with an overstuffed satchel on my feet in a shoe shop entryway until the North Avenue bus finally deigned to trundle by.[boyfriend now awake, demanding computer. see what I mean?]
Where was I? Or, right, making the endless trip east and north back home after visiting Wicker Park and then running errands in the ice-cold rain so that I wouldn't have to venture out into today's snowstorm. I came home to find
monshu finishing dinner and talked him into kickstarting our badly stalled NetFlix queue with a viewing of 괴물 (The Host). After watching it, I decided that 괴물 /koymul/ makes a perfect Korean name for our own little domestic beast. (You've got a lovely pun going on there with archaic/dialectal Korean 괴 /koy/ "cat".)