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The power went out for an hour or two this morning. I'm not sure why. It is possible that it is because they were working on the boiler (yes, we still do not have heat) but this would be unusual because they normally do not work on Sundays. Either way, the power is back now, so I shan't think on the matter any further.
I finished Blood Sports while at the Roastery yesterday. It's a good book, but rather disturbing. In some ways it reminds me of The Bay of Love and Sorrows by David Adams Richards, but in a more urban setting. (Hmm, come to think of it, I haven't actually read that novel; I have only seen the movie. Should put that one on my to-read list.)
My mother phoned this morning and woke me up. She proceeded to spazz at me about the fact that my phone was turned off for a week and a half, and that I didn't sound happy to talk to her. Listen, woman, get it into your head! I want to be alone. I don't want to talk to you right now. You make my head hurt.
Of course, I didn't actually say these things, but I thought them. She asked me if I want to come home for a "vacation" after this semester is done, assuming we have a break. I told her "maybe". Of course, in the language of mothers and sons, "maybe" always means "no". Though now that I think of it, it would be nice to have access to some of my books, and I really do miss walking by the creek down in the bush.
More than anything else, though, I wish I could go to Drumheller. Screw Fort Mac, I want to go down to Drum. I miss it so badly. It's been too many years. But even if I did go there, I wouldn't be able to go to my grandmother's house again. They sold it. Of course they sold it - what good would it do to keep that old house with nobody living in it? But I miss it, oh how I miss it. Sitting on the sofa in the verandah sipping a Coke on a lazy summer evening, Scotch mints in a bowl, sunlight filtering through the latticework. Ahh. Crickets in the grass and wrens singing so sweetly in the trees and the sound of the train coming up from Rosedale and heading through the town, clack-clack-clacking on the tracks.
I miss the blistering hot foothills with their cacti and sagebrush and lumps of coal and sandstone littering the ground. I miss the Red Deer River and the Tyrell museum and the old park with its jungle-gyms and teeter-totters, and all the old alleyways where I would sneak about and pretend I was a nineteenth-century street urchin like Oliver Twist. And I miss my gran - but let's not get into that.
Wow. That was a bit melancholy, wasn't it. But I am feeling rather melancholy today. So far it's not a very good day. I should vacuum - it sounds silly, but that always cheers me up a bit.
I got another idea for fic last night, while at the cafe. Not a romance, this one, though knowing how some of my things tend to be written, those who would want it to read it that way would have ample fodder to do so. Sigh. I won't go into much detail about it. It would be short. Inspired by k. d. lang's "Wash me Clean". Beautiful song, beautiful singer. Oh yes.
I think part of the reason I keep getting bombarded with ideas is the fact that it's crunch time right now. In a very short period of time, all my essays will be due. I did the math recently, and the total page count would be something like 70 pages. I should be panicking right now. Normally I would be; I don't know why I'm not. Maybe it's the medication.
*massages temples* I don't know. I don't know. I don't think I'm cut out for grad school. But it will be done, by the gods, it will be done. I've done marathons that resulted in me writing twenty pages in two days; surely I can do this.
For the love of god, I wish I could just fall upon my bed and sleep forever.
The power went out for an hour or two this morning. I'm not sure why. It is possible that it is because they were working on the boiler (yes, we still do not have heat) but this would be unusual because they normally do not work on Sundays. Either way, the power is back now, so I shan't think on the matter any further.
I finished Blood Sports while at the Roastery yesterday. It's a good book, but rather disturbing. In some ways it reminds me of The Bay of Love and Sorrows by David Adams Richards, but in a more urban setting. (Hmm, come to think of it, I haven't actually read that novel; I have only seen the movie. Should put that one on my to-read list.)
My mother phoned this morning and woke me up. She proceeded to spazz at me about the fact that my phone was turned off for a week and a half, and that I didn't sound happy to talk to her. Listen, woman, get it into your head! I want to be alone. I don't want to talk to you right now. You make my head hurt.
Of course, I didn't actually say these things, but I thought them. She asked me if I want to come home for a "vacation" after this semester is done, assuming we have a break. I told her "maybe". Of course, in the language of mothers and sons, "maybe" always means "no". Though now that I think of it, it would be nice to have access to some of my books, and I really do miss walking by the creek down in the bush.
More than anything else, though, I wish I could go to Drumheller. Screw Fort Mac, I want to go down to Drum. I miss it so badly. It's been too many years. But even if I did go there, I wouldn't be able to go to my grandmother's house again. They sold it. Of course they sold it - what good would it do to keep that old house with nobody living in it? But I miss it, oh how I miss it. Sitting on the sofa in the verandah sipping a Coke on a lazy summer evening, Scotch mints in a bowl, sunlight filtering through the latticework. Ahh. Crickets in the grass and wrens singing so sweetly in the trees and the sound of the train coming up from Rosedale and heading through the town, clack-clack-clacking on the tracks.
I miss the blistering hot foothills with their cacti and sagebrush and lumps of coal and sandstone littering the ground. I miss the Red Deer River and the Tyrell museum and the old park with its jungle-gyms and teeter-totters, and all the old alleyways where I would sneak about and pretend I was a nineteenth-century street urchin like Oliver Twist. And I miss my gran - but let's not get into that.
Wow. That was a bit melancholy, wasn't it. But I am feeling rather melancholy today. So far it's not a very good day. I should vacuum - it sounds silly, but that always cheers me up a bit.
I got another idea for fic last night, while at the cafe. Not a romance, this one, though knowing how some of my things tend to be written, those who would want it to read it that way would have ample fodder to do so. Sigh. I won't go into much detail about it. It would be short. Inspired by k. d. lang's "Wash me Clean". Beautiful song, beautiful singer. Oh yes.
I think part of the reason I keep getting bombarded with ideas is the fact that it's crunch time right now. In a very short period of time, all my essays will be due. I did the math recently, and the total page count would be something like 70 pages. I should be panicking right now. Normally I would be; I don't know why I'm not. Maybe it's the medication.
*massages temples* I don't know. I don't know. I don't think I'm cut out for grad school. But it will be done, by the gods, it will be done. I've done marathons that resulted in me writing twenty pages in two days; surely I can do this.
For the love of god, I wish I could just fall upon my bed and sleep forever.
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Date: 2009-03-16 12:08 am (UTC)Man, haven't been to Drumheller in years...
I hope you feel better soon. *hugs*