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Grant Me Patience

For the second day in a row our water has been turned off. I couldn’t give Liam a bath again. I have piles of today’s dishes by the sink. I’d planned to do Liam’s laundry tonight. If we need to go to the bathroom we’ll have to knock on the neighbours’ door. Why? Because the downstairs neighbour tried to use her washing machine last night, knowing that the connection was jerry-rigged yesterday to temporarily stop the leak that had been going on for some time. (But whenever a puddle would appear in our garage, it was, “No, nothing’s wrong in my apartment”. Why she chose New Year’s Eve to call the landlord and tell him about this ongoing problem, I will never know.) The jerry-rigged plug was jarred loose, and there’s water all over the garage floor again. HRH checked it, and sure enough, using the washer had broken the temporary seal and water was leaking once more. The only way to stop it was to turn off the main water. The landlord’s back and trying to fix it now.

She also left the washing machine on all night. It was jammed, and the humming was so loud it was vibrating our floor. It’s a miracle that she didn’t burn out the motor. (If she had, it might have solved a lot of problems.)

I know she’s not all there, and I have had great tolerance. But my patience is really, really running out.

On the other hand, I had a lovely day out, having lunch with Roo and tea with Prospero’s Daughter. Also, the microphone for my minidisc player arrived, so I can experiment with that now.

LATER: We have water again. The leak has been fixed. Her washer has been unplugged and she has been explicitly forbidden to use it until a repairperson has looked at it.

Wasting Time

I am currently doing my best to avoid working. So far it seems to be successful, because now I only have an hour and fifteen minutes left before I have to get ready to leave for lunch with Lady Roo.

Not that I’ve been completely wasting time: I’ve had breakfast, caught up on correspondence (which is a fancy term I use for e-mail both business and casual, filing paper mail, making/taking phone calls, reading news, and tracking info down), and tidied up. I’m just aware that I should open a file and do some writing of some sort, but doing busy-work instead. Busy-work does need to get done at some point, after all.

Look! An hour and ten minutes left! I should see how many words I can get thrown down in an hour. Messy, but good exercise.

Gratuitous Icon Post!

Yes; I now have icons for each post. Fear me. I wish I could say it’s a plugin or a clever php code modification, but I’m just hard-coding. (I know, I know; there goes all my mystery.)

Still not one hundred percent sure if every post will have an icon, but more likely than not they will. Maybe. If I feel like it.

Now, if I really wanted to be obssessive and waste time, I could go back and assign icons to everything. But I won’t. Just the past week or so.

Icon Credits

I’ve been hoarding icons for ages, and what with a couple of computer crashes sometimes I’ve lost track of who made what. If an icon isn’t listed here, it’s because I made it. When I have free time I’ll sit down and add those to this list and include my sources for the artwork. Icons of unknown or untraceable source are listed at the end; if you recognise one and know who created it, please let me know.

Icons by curtana (all text-only icons in this set are quotes from the oeuvre of Neil Gaiman):

Icons by Summersamba:

Icons by Raevnn:

Icons by aimala1:

Icons by Odette River:

Icons by September_Icons:

Icons by Fiery Tempest (quote by Neil Gaiman):

Icons by Talyesin:

Icons by Karine:

Icons by Melleanmouse:

Icons by Pointless Blank:

Icons by Fire Icons:

Icons by Glimglamoury:

Icons by Scholarsicons:

Icons by Hobbitholes:

Miscellaneous Icons:

by crymeariver

by M-icons

by avendya

by dawn_icons

by pouringicons

by coeliz

by Kyuukumber (art by Brett Helquist)

by call_twilight

by Vanity Made

by Macpherson Arts

by Keswindhover

by shewhoweeps

by ikonanza

by Proverbial Web

by avelina

by Allegoric Icons

by Anandi

by Semyaza

by emjy

from mrmmarc

by summer_kisses89

by Sawyer

by Forthright, art from the Codex Seraphinianus by Luigi Serafini

by Gracenote

by Ravensmaybite, art from Swan Lake illustrated by Chris Van Allsburg

by Mysticmirth

by Eronn Icons

Icons of Unknown Origin:

If you recognise any of these and know the creator, please let me know so that they may be properly credited.

Oh, Sure, *Now* Be All Thoughtful And Not-Aggressive


Dear government of Quebec:

After months of politely reminding me to send you the cheque, the least you could do is cash the damn payment for my taxes already. You’ve had it for a month.

No love,

Me.

PS: If there was such a thing as interest to collect any more, leaving the money in my bank account to create sweet compound cash love would be swell, but there isn’t, so just take it out so that I stop worrying about if the right amount is still there.

Highly Amused

In 2007, owldaughter resolves to…

Start a music fund.
Learn to play the theatre.
Volunteer to spend time with soundtracks.
Go to anglo-saxon every Sunday.
Cut down on my performing.
Put fifty owls a month into my savings account.
Get your own New Year’s Resolutions:

Volunteering to spend time with soundtracks sounds a lot like going through my CD collection day by day. And every savings account needs more owls!

Liam Update

Yes, there’s an anniversary update coming in ten days, but:

The vocabulary has hit seventy-five words. Seventy-five. And that was the count before today’s “mouman” (mountain) and “Jell-O”.

Liam isn’t a big meat eater (it’s the texture, I think), but I chopped up some of the prime rib for him and sprinkled some gravy on it, and he had seconds. He ate more meat than I’ve ever seen him consume in a single sitting, even several sittings put together. Then he ate some broccoli, a serving of Yorkshire pudding the size of my fist, and some potatoes mashed with sour cream. (All with gravy, yes. He tore bits off the Yorkies and dipped them in the gravy. Finally, he’s figured out dipping.) Then he had some Jell-O for the first time (cherry — a big hit as well), and some milk to wash it all down. I’m telling you, watching him plough through a bowl of this was good for the soul after a week of him nibbling a bit of a meal and then deciding he was done.

HRH cleaned his plate pretty quickly, too. All in all, an excellent meal and a nice way to start the calendar year.