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revenaI saw the Day of the Dead parade tonight, with Mom and Dad, and Jimmy, and Erik and Bianca. My favorite part was this giant sandhill crane. It was huge - one person moved each wing, and one the head, which was on a long, sinuous neck. I don't know if there was another guy inside the body, or if it was on wheels or something, but it moved with this great gliding motion, the wings and head undulating, beautifully strange and menacing.
My shins are itching and cracking from the dry air. My swamp cooler has been off since some time in October, and the lack of humidity is beginning to show in my skin. I'm putting lotion on a couple times a day, and I hope the splitting of the skin stops before I start to bleed, this year, because there's no way in hell a band-aid is going to stick to me at this point.
My birthday is coming up, on the 20th. I had a hard time coming up with anything I wanted, to tell Mom and Dad. There are lots of little things I'd like, of course, but I always feel this obligation to only ask for something really longed-for for a birthday. Last year, Dad gave me my table. I looked at that table in the Levenger catalogue for two years before asking for it. Mom got me boots this year, I know already, because she asked me for my shoe size. She meant to get them for me before - I've been looking at pictures of this particular pair of boots for a long time, too - but the last time she tried, they didn't have them in anything but a size six, and my feet are much, much larger than that. I'm pretty excited about the boots. We talked about brown versus black, and I think we decided that black was just plain sexier.
Last year I spent my birthday in Cache Valley, there with the rest of my family for my grandfather's funeral. My grandma and my aunt, Valerie, bought me the most beautiful skeins of hand-dyed wool yarn as birthday presents. I made a crochet a hat for Gayle, my great-aunt and one of my favorite relatives, out of some of the skein that Grandma got me. The rest of that skein is wound into a neat little ball, waiting for a new project. Valerie's skein hasn't even been unwound yet, and is still wrapped around itself, the rainbow colors looking grey in the darkness of my little yarn cupboard.
I promised to crochet Valerie a few improbable hats, when I saw her last. She's getting radiation therapy for brain cancer, and she and I agreed that she could use a little improbability in her life. I told her that I usually do animals or plants of some kind, and asked what she'd like best. She didn't answer me right away, and I thought she wasn't going to, at all, but after a while, she did say something, very distinctly. Aubergine. I should go and get some purple yarn. Maybe tomorrow.
It's getting pretty chilly at night, now.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mugglegirl0908 and I walked to a convenience store in the very early morning, today, after staying up all night companionably writing some combination of school essay and fiction. I was wearing a long skirt and a flannel overshirt, and my teeth chattered anyway, it was that cold. It'll get colder.
My shins are itching and cracking from the dry air. My swamp cooler has been off since some time in October, and the lack of humidity is beginning to show in my skin. I'm putting lotion on a couple times a day, and I hope the splitting of the skin stops before I start to bleed, this year, because there's no way in hell a band-aid is going to stick to me at this point.
My birthday is coming up, on the 20th. I had a hard time coming up with anything I wanted, to tell Mom and Dad. There are lots of little things I'd like, of course, but I always feel this obligation to only ask for something really longed-for for a birthday. Last year, Dad gave me my table. I looked at that table in the Levenger catalogue for two years before asking for it. Mom got me boots this year, I know already, because she asked me for my shoe size. She meant to get them for me before - I've been looking at pictures of this particular pair of boots for a long time, too - but the last time she tried, they didn't have them in anything but a size six, and my feet are much, much larger than that. I'm pretty excited about the boots. We talked about brown versus black, and I think we decided that black was just plain sexier.
Last year I spent my birthday in Cache Valley, there with the rest of my family for my grandfather's funeral. My grandma and my aunt, Valerie, bought me the most beautiful skeins of hand-dyed wool yarn as birthday presents. I made a crochet a hat for Gayle, my great-aunt and one of my favorite relatives, out of some of the skein that Grandma got me. The rest of that skein is wound into a neat little ball, waiting for a new project. Valerie's skein hasn't even been unwound yet, and is still wrapped around itself, the rainbow colors looking grey in the darkness of my little yarn cupboard.
I promised to crochet Valerie a few improbable hats, when I saw her last. She's getting radiation therapy for brain cancer, and she and I agreed that she could use a little improbability in her life. I told her that I usually do animals or plants of some kind, and asked what she'd like best. She didn't answer me right away, and I thought she wasn't going to, at all, but after a while, she did say something, very distinctly. Aubergine. I should go and get some purple yarn. Maybe tomorrow.
It's getting pretty chilly at night, now.
mugglegirl0908 and I walked to a convenience store in the very early morning, today, after staying up all night companionably writing some combination of school essay and fiction. I was wearing a long skirt and a flannel overshirt, and my teeth chattered anyway, it was that cold. It'll get colder.
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Date: 2005-11-07 07:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-07 07:42 am (UTC)Yep, on Fourth Avenue. I didn't see you, which isn't surprising, since there were a whole lot of people there.
A shooting star is something, indeed.
We have to actually do that "lunch" thing we keep saying we'll do. I'm taking a month off from work because I have so much school junk to take care of, but I still have to eat, anyway. I'd rather have pleasant conversation while doing it than the ever-present reading-for-school. Let me know what your schedule is like, ok?
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Date: 2005-11-07 03:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-07 07:09 pm (UTC)