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Furry black snake, actually, that takes up residence like a root system in the ground, patchworking the snow before an old university building...it vibrates when you step on it, and you don't want to anger it, but it's soft and one wonders where its head is.
In the woods, where refreshing lovely waters run, we study roots and berries...then witness the arrival of a secretive group that, like the SCA, takes on personas and appearances of people from other times...but this group is an evil, secretive one, and what we witness is them surrounding three members--one of whom is dressed like a baker, complete with white puffy hat--and shooting them down.
In waking life:
~fingers still sore, but recovery otherwise progressing (took yesterday off from work)
~adventures in public transportation since moving include a two hour trip home--that should have taken no more than thirty minutes--and one broken down bus; also just riding the 'dillos, which, for the uninformed, are free buses here, some of which are just regular buses, but most of which are these rattletrap things that look like old trolleys, dark green with wooden seats and brass detailing inside, and ride like covered wagons over rocky dry riverbed, driven by insane people
~I have exactly no plans for my birthday, but I am getting a massage tonight
~ArmadilloCon is in a week and my reading/signing is in just over two weeks; I have a lot to do
~Katherine is coming to visit me for the reading, yay!
~I love my new digs
~this morning on my walk to the bus stop I had to wait for a freight train to pass
~Wednesday night I walked around the corner to go to a little cultural event at a nearby studio space
In the woods, where refreshing lovely waters run, we study roots and berries...then witness the arrival of a secretive group that, like the SCA, takes on personas and appearances of people from other times...but this group is an evil, secretive one, and what we witness is them surrounding three members--one of whom is dressed like a baker, complete with white puffy hat--and shooting them down.
In waking life:
~fingers still sore, but recovery otherwise progressing (took yesterday off from work)
~adventures in public transportation since moving include a two hour trip home--that should have taken no more than thirty minutes--and one broken down bus; also just riding the 'dillos, which, for the uninformed, are free buses here, some of which are just regular buses, but most of which are these rattletrap things that look like old trolleys, dark green with wooden seats and brass detailing inside, and ride like covered wagons over rocky dry riverbed, driven by insane people
~I have exactly no plans for my birthday, but I am getting a massage tonight
~ArmadilloCon is in a week and my reading/signing is in just over two weeks; I have a lot to do
~Katherine is coming to visit me for the reading, yay!
~I love my new digs
~this morning on my walk to the bus stop I had to wait for a freight train to pass
~Wednesday night I walked around the corner to go to a little cultural event at a nearby studio space
