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...but it will cover a good many of them.
My vote by mail ballot never arrived, so I went today in person. I'd planned to head over mid-afternoon, figuring the lines would be shortest at that point, but ended up going 90 minutes after the polls opened because I just. Wanted. To. Take. Care. Of. It. Ironically, this was the point at which the lines were longest, according to one of the poll workers I chatted with while waiting my turn; I've been by the site three times since and sure enough, no lines. I ultimately ended up waiting about an hour, but that was fine: the weather was nice, breezy and overcast, and I worked through a Desky Kernowek lesson on my phone while I waited.
So, yeah. Voting accomplished.
We've had unseasonably warm weather this month, to the point where frozen veggies and similar were partially thawing while I walked them back from the grocery store.
Or so I thought. They were surviving the trip just fine. My freezer, however, was not surviving, which I discovered when I opened it to make dinner last Thursday to find a sodden, thawed mess of fish, meat, and vegetables, and learning firsthand exactly what a charnel house smells like and how sickening that smell is.
Maintenance showed up, stuck a thermometer in the freezer, returned an hour later and told us hat nothing was wrong because the freezer's internal temperature was 40F degrees. But surely 40F degrees is wrong for a freezer, you say, on account of things not freezing at that temperature.
You are correct to say so; maintenance, alas, was unmoved by this argument.
Fast forward to early Friday morning, when I opened the fridge to retrieve my lunch for work to find that everything in there was spoiling, as the fridge was now warmer than room temperature. Even maintenance couldn't overlook this, and so by Saturday morning we had a received new fridge and retrieved the bottle of tequila that had fallen behind the old one several months ago into the bargain.
I am not a big mail order person; that all of these things arrived within the space of days is more or less a giant coincidence + post office delays.
Three of the books (The Return of the Thief, Piranesi, and A Deadly Education) I have been stalking for close to a year now. (And yet, I still haven't cracked the first of the three open because I've been reading this series before it was a series, and when I finish Thief it will be over forever and I'm not sure I'm ready for that.)
The Curses and Crown Duel were the opportunist purchases of the bunch, as my favorite non-amazon online seller had a two-day promotion; the former book is not available in any of my library systems and the latter is the first edition, which is the version I originally read and fell in love with.
The t-shirts are by a local artist whose storefront has been corona-closed all year; I figured I could at least help keep the guy afloat with an online order.
The two decks are the Destiny Tarot and the Lonesome World tarot, both Kickstarter projects. The former is beautifully produced, way beyond my expectations (and although not related to Destiny-the-video-game, the line art is similar, which is what led me to back it originally and which I still get a kick out of). The latter is a Smith Waite clone, without human figures (hence, lonesome world) that has a color palette pretty similar to the Aquarius deck.
Aside from the October 17 march mask the rest are locally made. The flowers and bronze tigers on blue will go well with work clothes, but I'm particularly fond of the snails and butterflies: not only is it my shade of green, but if you look carefully, you'll see that the ajumma who made it sewed it upside down. Oh no, no one will every buy this poor thing, I thought, and the rest was history.
So. All of this unusually concentrated acquisition occasioned delight but also a feeling of my space being stuffed to the gills with STUFF.
That in turn occasioned a Day of Industry on Friday: I did a deep clean of the bedroom, living room, and kitchen. I pruned and otherwise tended the large collection of houseplants (currently, they outnumber the place’s human occupants by a factor of five) which were turning leggy and dropping leaves to register their displeasure at finding themselves no longer on the balcony. (They do not realize that the balcony is not the sunny, humid paradise it was during spring and summer.) I filled a 10 gallon bag with clothes and walked it two miles to the donation drop off I definitely mourning some of them, which were the 100 percent natural fibers, double-hemmed, not-plastic button variety it’s no longer possible to find anywhere in this age of Fast Fashion. But work has been much more sporadic than it was B.C. (Before Covid), so there’s not much purpose to owning so many of them currently. I dropped books off at the Little Free Library. I collected unused kitchen and household cleaning items and donated those as well.
There is still a lot of leeway to get Even More Stuff out of the apartment, but at least there is less of it than there was, and that is a good feeling.
これで以上です。
My vote by mail ballot never arrived, so I went today in person. I'd planned to head over mid-afternoon, figuring the lines would be shortest at that point, but ended up going 90 minutes after the polls opened because I just. Wanted. To. Take. Care. Of. It. Ironically, this was the point at which the lines were longest, according to one of the poll workers I chatted with while waiting my turn; I've been by the site three times since and sure enough, no lines. I ultimately ended up waiting about an hour, but that was fine: the weather was nice, breezy and overcast, and I worked through a Desky Kernowek lesson on my phone while I waited.
So, yeah. Voting accomplished.
We've had unseasonably warm weather this month, to the point where frozen veggies and similar were partially thawing while I walked them back from the grocery store.
Or so I thought. They were surviving the trip just fine. My freezer, however, was not surviving, which I discovered when I opened it to make dinner last Thursday to find a sodden, thawed mess of fish, meat, and vegetables, and learning firsthand exactly what a charnel house smells like and how sickening that smell is.
Maintenance showed up, stuck a thermometer in the freezer, returned an hour later and told us hat nothing was wrong because the freezer's internal temperature was 40F degrees. But surely 40F degrees is wrong for a freezer, you say, on account of things not freezing at that temperature.
You are correct to say so; maintenance, alas, was unmoved by this argument.
Fast forward to early Friday morning, when I opened the fridge to retrieve my lunch for work to find that everything in there was spoiling, as the fridge was now warmer than room temperature. Even maintenance couldn't overlook this, and so by Saturday morning we had a received new fridge and retrieved the bottle of tequila that had fallen behind the old one several months ago into the bargain.
I am not a big mail order person; that all of these things arrived within the space of days is more or less a giant coincidence + post office delays.
Three of the books (The Return of the Thief, Piranesi, and A Deadly Education) I have been stalking for close to a year now. (And yet, I still haven't cracked the first of the three open because I've been reading this series before it was a series, and when I finish Thief it will be over forever and I'm not sure I'm ready for that.)
The Curses and Crown Duel were the opportunist purchases of the bunch, as my favorite non-amazon online seller had a two-day promotion; the former book is not available in any of my library systems and the latter is the first edition, which is the version I originally read and fell in love with.
The t-shirts are by a local artist whose storefront has been corona-closed all year; I figured I could at least help keep the guy afloat with an online order.
The two decks are the Destiny Tarot and the Lonesome World tarot, both Kickstarter projects. The former is beautifully produced, way beyond my expectations (and although not related to Destiny-the-video-game, the line art is similar, which is what led me to back it originally and which I still get a kick out of). The latter is a Smith Waite clone, without human figures (hence, lonesome world) that has a color palette pretty similar to the Aquarius deck.
Aside from the October 17 march mask the rest are locally made. The flowers and bronze tigers on blue will go well with work clothes, but I'm particularly fond of the snails and butterflies: not only is it my shade of green, but if you look carefully, you'll see that the ajumma who made it sewed it upside down. Oh no, no one will every buy this poor thing, I thought, and the rest was history.
So. All of this unusually concentrated acquisition occasioned delight but also a feeling of my space being stuffed to the gills with STUFF.
That in turn occasioned a Day of Industry on Friday: I did a deep clean of the bedroom, living room, and kitchen. I pruned and otherwise tended the large collection of houseplants (currently, they outnumber the place’s human occupants by a factor of five) which were turning leggy and dropping leaves to register their displeasure at finding themselves no longer on the balcony. (They do not realize that the balcony is not the sunny, humid paradise it was during spring and summer.) I filled a 10 gallon bag with clothes and walked it two miles to the donation drop off I definitely mourning some of them, which were the 100 percent natural fibers, double-hemmed, not-plastic button variety it’s no longer possible to find anywhere in this age of Fast Fashion. But work has been much more sporadic than it was B.C. (Before Covid), so there’s not much purpose to owning so many of them currently. I dropped books off at the Little Free Library. I collected unused kitchen and household cleaning items and donated those as well.
There is still a lot of leeway to get Even More Stuff out of the apartment, but at least there is less of it than there was, and that is a good feeling.
これで以上です。
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