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| Friday, December 18th, 2009 |
lynedd
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6:34p |
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lynedd
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6:32p |
Friday Five - Rise and Shine Edition What time do you usually wake up on weekdays?If I'm not working the morning shift, my alarm goes off at 7:00am and I get out of bed five to fifteen minutes after that. If I am working an opening, I have to haul ass outta bed by 6:15am. What about weekends?Ideally, around 9:00am - again, if I'm working the opening, I have to be up stupidly early. What do you eat for breakfast?When I first get up, 2 cups of coffee and a banana. After walking the kid to school I'll have toast and yogurt. If I have to work, I'll have cheese and cherry tomatoes while I'm doing the opening paperwork. Do you take a shower at night or in the morning?Bath, night before. How long does it take you to get ready?As long as I can possibly take... Current Mood: calmCurrent Music: Yello - "Lost Again" |
| Sunday, December 13th, 2009 |
sholanda
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7:13p |
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lynedd
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9:41p |
...and I hope it tastes like burbon...
My WinAmp is on some serious crack tonight - it's just played White Zombie, Clannad and the Wonder Stuff in rapid succession. I think I'll to a post about soca music tomorrow. Soca, or maybe dig into a band like Strange Advance. Because ecclectic is my life. Off to beat on tiger men for a while. Be good, or if you can't be good, be good at bein' bad '> Current Mood: cheerfulCurrent Music: the Wonder Stuff - "Size Of A Cow" |
lynedd
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8:12a |
Gaudior
I write often of Joy; that deep upwelling that defies description but comes at the most unexpected moments despite all odds. That secret emotion that is not merely contentment nor happiness and yet is both of these and also so much more and so much less, that comes from the same darkened hollows that fill with grief and despair. Kahlil Gibran observed that our joy comes from the self-same things that bring us the most pain, that we are hollowed by knives so that we might hold more joy. This is the Third Sunday of Advent; this is the Sunday of Joy. It is very nearly the darkest day of the year (here in the North, at least); the sun is with us for only nine and a half hours today. Where, then, in the solar dark, do we find our joy? It will come as a whisper. It will creep up as quiet as the snow. It will steal into the bones as the damp. It is the still, small voice that says "This is enough. This is my life. ...and it is a good dream." Rejoice, rejoice... Current Mood: I am made to rejoiceCurrent Music: Guelph Chamber Choir - "I May Not Go To Bethlehem" |
| Friday, December 11th, 2009 |
lynedd
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10:36a |
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| Tuesday, December 8th, 2009 |
lynedd
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9:27a |
In dreams...
This morning I woke from a most vived dream that Vilmos and I were moving into a tiny apartment on the top half of a quite small house. ...and I found myself somehow disoriented upon waking that I wasn't in my parent's home, but rather in my own. I own a house. Huh. What an amazing thing. ...and there is furniture in this house. Mismatched, to be sure, and cat-draggled, but actual furniture. And children. ...and all of it together, all of it - this is my life. This is my life, and beside me is this man who shares in it with me; the two of us, against all odds. How many choices, for good and for ill, chosen and kept or chosen and then painfully undone, have I had to make to reach this place, this living. I am too much a believer in free will and consequence to think it luck, or fate, or predestination; for all that, I am humbly grateful that this is my lot. If this be a dream, then it is a good dream... Current Mood: awedCurrent Music: Guelph Chamber Choir - "Tomorrow Shall Be My Dancing Day" |
| Monday, December 7th, 2009 |
lynedd
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11:08a |
Frosted Blackberries
A nine-day sweater that took much less than that to knit - I'm still not a fan of finishing work. Nice and quick and pulled seven balls of yarn out of my stash. ...and just in time to wear on the first snowy day of the season. ( More... ) Current Mood: pleasedCurrent Music: Guelph Chamber Choir - "Angelus Ad Virgenem" |
| Sunday, December 6th, 2009 |
lynedd
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6:43p |
In the end, it is only a passing thing, this shadow...
...there is always hope. There, in a nutshell, is theme and reason enough for me to love my heart's favourite story. For darkness is but a passing thing, and there is always hope. Even now, even now, there is hope. So as we walk into darkness, into the coldest darkness of the season, still we might find hope. My mother makes plans to book a cottage this summer, although she does not know when she will again face surgery, nor yet that she even can; the radiation damage may have been so much that her body will never fully heal. We cannot know, but there is always hope. Pandora kept hope for us, and hope has tormented and inspired us ever since. It is hard to hold on to hope when the icy winds of despair blot all light and warmth from our existance. Yet even the faintest embers hold full flame, if we can but carry them onward. The world is full of darkness; again there is no room... ...but there is always hope. Peace be with you. Current Mood: contemplativeCurrent Music: Elmer Iseler Singers - "Puer Nobis Nascitur" |
lynedd
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5:55p |
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