My Dramatic Pauses
Jan. 1st, 2011 10:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyThe blurb of the book I am soon to begin reading:
After eloping with the son of her repulsive guardian, a beautiful young woman is terrorized by an evil presence in her remote country house--and then the situation worsens...
Hard to see how it could worsen, really, but I suppose I'll soon find out.
Yesterday was the last day of the year and the first really hot day of summer: window-rattling north winds and the feeling of walking into a furnace as soon the door opens. There was a small (three trucks needed) fire in the paddocks near where my mother lives, not that she knew until she went home late in the day. She spent the day taking the sea breeze in town, or, rather, flopped on my sofa watching afternoon TV. Neither of us watches TV during the day as a rule, and it feels sinful and decadent when we do.
We watched an episode of Charlie's Angels. They were trapped on an island by a mad hunter who was going to track them and shoot them for sport. As you do. One Angel was wearing the classic linen shirt and safari shorts combo, along with a pair of white knee socks. She looked like an old man, but was more appropriately dressed for the adventure than the other two, who were wearing (a) a blue velour hotpant jumpsuit and (b) a blue tracksuit top and crimson satin flares with wedge-heeled espadrilles. Needless to say, they all lived happily ever after, except for the bad guy who was eaten by tigers. On an island in Mexico.
Today we did the Daisy family New Year tradition of a visit to the City by the Sea's botanical gardens. It was nice. Amongst all the ducks on the lake, there was a peahen and some chicks and one of them, a tiny black ball of fluff, had got itself separated from the others. It stood cheeping on a lily pad for ages until it finally plucked up the courage to jump in, at which point it zipped off and quickly found its family. That seemed like a lot of fuss about nothing.
Here is a top way to start the new year: muppets with human eyes.
And because I feel bad for inflicting that on you, this is one of my very most favourite feeds,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
littledoodles, illustrations of fat little birds. It makes my day.
After eloping with the son of her repulsive guardian, a beautiful young woman is terrorized by an evil presence in her remote country house--and then the situation worsens...
Hard to see how it could worsen, really, but I suppose I'll soon find out.
Yesterday was the last day of the year and the first really hot day of summer: window-rattling north winds and the feeling of walking into a furnace as soon the door opens. There was a small (three trucks needed) fire in the paddocks near where my mother lives, not that she knew until she went home late in the day. She spent the day taking the sea breeze in town, or, rather, flopped on my sofa watching afternoon TV. Neither of us watches TV during the day as a rule, and it feels sinful and decadent when we do.
We watched an episode of Charlie's Angels. They were trapped on an island by a mad hunter who was going to track them and shoot them for sport. As you do. One Angel was wearing the classic linen shirt and safari shorts combo, along with a pair of white knee socks. She looked like an old man, but was more appropriately dressed for the adventure than the other two, who were wearing (a) a blue velour hotpant jumpsuit and (b) a blue tracksuit top and crimson satin flares with wedge-heeled espadrilles. Needless to say, they all lived happily ever after, except for the bad guy who was eaten by tigers. On an island in Mexico.
Today we did the Daisy family New Year tradition of a visit to the City by the Sea's botanical gardens. It was nice. Amongst all the ducks on the lake, there was a peahen and some chicks and one of them, a tiny black ball of fluff, had got itself separated from the others. It stood cheeping on a lily pad for ages until it finally plucked up the courage to jump in, at which point it zipped off and quickly found its family. That seemed like a lot of fuss about nothing.
Here is a top way to start the new year: muppets with human eyes.
And because I feel bad for inflicting that on you, this is one of my very most favourite feeds,
littledoodles, illustrations of fat little birds. It makes my day.