I was promised tea (starswan) wrote,
I was promised tea

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Every time that I went to make an entry, I stopped leaving it half finished. I have about five of them on my desktop. I usually cut and paste entries to my journal. I think that things have blown over and even if they have not entirely, I am no longer allowing myself to be the butt or to wallow unduly. Over it. Family has been bonkers these past couple of weeks in a significantly energy-draining way. I just would get to the end of the day and scarcely have the desire to do anything but read, practice mindlessly, or attempt to write. Then I had the house all to myself for nearly three days. It was BLISS. I came and went, worked, got off work, fixed supper, read, talked to the walls, watched a show, practiced in peace. I made ludicrous amounts of progress on a story I have been working on since Summer 2013. But come that Friday....:S This was last Friday. By Saturday, I wanted to scream and hurl breakable objects. It takes a considerable amount of prolonged irritation to get me to that state. I doubt that the powerful contrast of being left in relative peace followed by being torn to pieces by tension and arguing helped any.

So there's that. I'll got into somewhat more detail about it later. Meanwhile, I am terribly behind in posting pics. So here are some of those of things around the town where I live.

This is Timothy:

There was another lady who wore a rather large hat and had what looked like a Maine Coon whom she would walk around town while running errands, but I haven't seen them in awhile.

Some ramen I ate in town. They give you these super hot sauces to drizzle over the top. The one that they claim is mild is, in fact, the hottest of the lot (at least to my tongue)! It was super delicious though.

Here's that FroYo place. There are indeed bears in that direction, but you'd have to travel about an hour and a half to two to be in their general vicinity. (In like Shasta County).

It's the Eye of Sauron busted traffic light on Anderson. You have approximately five seconds to cross before it turns red again. So if you're a pedestrian, run. It's been like that for years.

More Bill. He's super proper with his tail curled elegantly around his front toes.

Gazanias! With no photo manipulation. It came out very contrasty. The brights being bright and the shadows being like dark pools. Apparently these are native to South Africa! They do well in places with hot Summers.

A view from my desk at dusk.

London Bus from the late 40s/early 50s.

Apparently, UC Davis bought a couple of these decades ago as part of Unitrans (the university's transit system), and they are still in service today. There are newer ones also, but I prefer these. The interior lights and the design make them look like floating, elegant throwbacks in the Fall when they parade down Russell Blvd after dark near to campus. I used to ride on them when I was an undergrad and wonder who else had ridden on them over the years.


I woke up last Thursday to find about a dozen of them floating over the town. There were wind sailors also or whatever they are called gliding in between some of the balloons. It was neat when they would vanish into the clouds and then reappear again. They were so cheerful and colorful. It reminded me of something out of a Miyazaki film.

So there is some of my life in photos. I will blablabla more later.

...including some Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell gushing. Has anyone read that book? It's a magnificent door stop that I am in the process of rereading. BBC made it into a seven part series!! It will be on BBC America in June, but if you have access to iPlayer/live overseas it is running right now on BBC One. Not sure how faithful it will be to the book, but it is afterall an adaptation as are all screenplays based on books and if nothing else, it is eye candy of the highest order and faintly ridiculous.

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Tags: family, jsmn, life, photos, so many photos
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