I dreamt that my apartment was actually much bigger than I thought. It had at least 2 more rooms, and a nice view of a mountain (odd in Florida). One of the previously unnoticed rooms looked exactly like that of the back room at the library I used to work at, lockers and comfy chairs, and all. I’d still love to go by there an pick up the old contents.

It’s raining, closest to snow that I’ll get today… it’s a soothing sound, bringing to mind comforting thoughts of relaxing at home, snuggled up with my sweetie under soft covers, just listening to the water hitting the glass, and taking in each other’s scent. Drawing our cares away, just moments of bliss.

Newt likes his prezzies…I’m keeping mum about ’em, because a certain black cat got some similar ones… I don’t want to spoil the surprise…

Off to luxuriate in the rain sounds. 🙂

Note to self, get Dan the Lord of the Rings soundtrack for his b-day. (01/02/02), and take the Friday before my own dang birthday off. Hey, this year it’ll be 02/02/02, three twos, and I’ll turn 33… I’m sure some conspiracy numerologist can make something of that.

Mean ol’ holiday shoppers, or pedestrians in general got you down?

Want to run them over with your car?

Here you go, a nice and violent videogame just for you!

Or, if you prefer something less lethal, have a lovely snowball fight.

Well, I’m home after having a brief supper with Derek, Mike, Mom, Wilton, Anna and some assorted misc. Brazilian pals of mater’s.

It was very nice to see Anna… she’s a nice Swedish lady about my mom’s age, very cool. She made glögg(sp?) (glug?), something I knew nothing about until last year, via my sweet flower. The drink is a mulled wine mixed with vodka, cim-a-nim, some spices and orange peel. fragrant, warming, and delicious. She gave me a very traditional present, a lovely one… cloves stuck in oranges as a sort of potpourri on a beautiful plate with a holiday scene drawn on it.

My brother and I abstained from trading physical gifts this year, instead, we simply wished one another well, and had a good time together.(He did however weave a great little cat-dancer for Newt out of some palm fronds. 🙂 very keen, and Newtieboy really digs it.) I met his roommate Mike and he seems like a stand-up guy.

We got mom a bottle of wine, a little cardinal knickknack, and a card…all of which I imagine she’ll like when she opens them up tomorrow. (no big prezzies until the 25th, that’s the rule.)

supper was nice, broccoli cassarole, potatoes au gratin, rice, aparagus something or another, and there was pork for them that wanted it… and the conversation was ok, some things flowed well, others, no so much. I’m glad that Anna and my Brother were there to lubricate conversation, and aid in the general flow. I got a bit stressed near the end, mostly due to the claustrophobic surroundings, and way too much portuguese and my inability to cleanly translate much of it. Hugs and smiles were given all around when I left, so that’s a boon.

In my stocking there was some lovely loot, the majority of which were toiletries… bath gel, razors, exfoliant for feeties, a new toothbrush, and outside of theme, a swiss-army knife. nice… I’ve been wanting a replacement for my old one, which has been resharpened and weathered to death. The blades on the new one need sharpening, though, especially on the scissors, so I’ll devote some time to that tomorrow… using the whetstone is very soothing, and I’ve not made use of it in a long time. I have no idea how to sharpen the sawblades, though. Oh well. the rest are darn handy.

I’m full, and calm… on a good way to holiday cheer. 🙂

good day today.

spent time with dan-boy this morning, got kissies and hugs from my sweetie this afternoon (along with all the tingles and heart-leaps that goes with them), and getting together with the bro for dinner in about an hour. Life’s good.

Happy Holidays to everyone!

bedizen bih-DY-zuhn, transitive verb:

To dress or adorn in gaudy manner.

Bedizen is the prefix be-, “completely; thoroughly; excessively” + dizen, an archaic word meaning “to deck out in fine clothes and ornaments,” from Middle Dutch disen, “to dress (a distaff) with flax ready for spinning,” from Middle Low German dise, “the bunch of flax placed on a distaff.”

clepe (kleep) verb tr., past participle cleped/clept or ycleped/yclept
(i-KLEPT)

To call or name.

[From Middle English clepen, from Old English cleopican, from clipian (tospeak or call).

Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. – J.M.Barrie 🙂

So a Cleptomaniac would be one who loves to call people all the time?

bedizen bih-DY-zuhn, transitive verb:

To dress or adorn in gaudy manner.

Bedizen is the prefix be-, “completely; thoroughly; excessively” + dizen, an archaic word meaning “to deck out in fine clothes and ornaments,” from Middle Dutch disen, “to dress (a distaff) with flax ready for spinning,” from Middle Low German dise, “the bunch of flax placed on a distaff.”

clepe (kleep) verb tr., past participle cleped/clept or ycleped/yclept
(i-KLEPT)

To call or name.

[From Middle English clepen, from Old English cleopican, from clipian (tospeak or call).

Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. – J.M.Barrie 🙂

So a Cleptomaniac would be one who loves to call people all the time?

Morning Folks!

Goin’ out to breakfast with Danny, to exchange gifts…. He got time at Dave & Busters, and I think he’s getting me bookshelves. 🙂 Right now, I’m looking more foreward to a chai with his goofy conversation than physical prezzies.

I should be home by noon… tonight at about 6ish I go out to supper with my brother, mother, and that gang. I hope peace can be kept for a bit, and it passes pleasantly and swiftly.

“If you’re looking for me
you better check under the sea
cause that is where you’ll find me
underneath the-
sealab, underneath the water
sealab, at the bottom of the sea…”

Isn’t there something creepy about drinking fluids from a person’s head on your pancakes?

*shudder*

Twist and remove skullcap, dump contents of poor woman on your breakfast, return partially dessicated corpse to the fridge.

yeck.

The photos streamed slowly off of the developer, still glossy from the process. Murray ran the cutter across the white line defining a border between images and paused to look at them, to check for color balance and just out of sheer curiosity. He found a nice one to judge by — it was a high-contrast shot, and had better definition than the majority of amateurish pictures on the roll.

A wounded man stands in a field of bamboo, between twin rows of four stalks apiece, using a ninth as a crutch. His head is bandaged, with a look of resolve cast on his face. A path to mountains lays ahead of him, and it looks as if he plans to take the trail, regardless of the effort involved.

[edit, add, buffer.]

Oh, by the by, there’s a holiday greeting and a new dream episode up of weird emma

I took some time out earlier and just looked at the sky for a long, long while. Sometimes it’s a good idea to take a pause, and just lose yourself in the clouds above, mentally lift up, and bank around for a bit. Since the clouds didn’t want to put rain on my face, I provided myself with some from the showerhead after I came back inside… a cold, hard precipitation pushing my mind back to sharpness from the light fog that’d settled over it. after, a warm, then hot, soapy wash, followed by another bracing cold one means that I feel cleansed, purified, both outside and in.

It’s odd, the things that bring strength and clarity to me at times. Gravity isn’t tugging as hard as it was earler, and the air is simpler to take in. Now I have some champa burning and though the shades are drawn, a soft natural light is filling the room. I feel very connected to those I love right now, and to a lesser extent, the world as a whole.

lyrics doth follow.

Incipit gestis Rudolphi rangifer tarandus

Hwæt, Hrodulf readnosa hrandeor —
Næfde þæt nieten unsciende næsðyrlas!
Glitenode and gladode godlice nosgrisele.
Ða hofberendas mid huscwordum hine gehefigodon;
Nolden þa geneatas Hrodulf næftig
To gomene hraniscum geador ætsomne.
Þa in Cristesmæsseæfne stormigum clommum,
Halga Claus þæt gemunde to him maðelode:
“Neahfreond nihteage nosubeorhtende!
Min hroden hrædwæn gelæd ðu, Hrodulf!”
Ða gelufodon hira laddeor þa lyftflogan —
Wæs glædnes and gliwdream; hornede sum gegieddode
“Hwæt, Hrodulf readnosa hrandeor,
Brad springð þin blæd: breme eart þu!”

Hrodulf the Red-Nosed Reindeer (Modern English translation)
Here begins the deeds of Rudolph, Tundra-Wanderer

Lo, Hrodulf the red-nosed reindeer —
That beast didn’t have unshiny nostrils!
The goodly nose-cartilage glittered and glowed.
The hoof-bearers taunted him with proud words;
The comrades wouldn’t allow wretched Hrodulf
To join the reindeer games.
Then, on Christmas Eve bound in storms
Santa Claus remembered that, spoke formally to him:
“Dear night-sighted friend, nose-bright one!
You, Hrodulf, shall lead my adorned rapid-wagon!”
Then the sky-flyers praised their lead-deer —
There was gladness and music; one of the horned ones sang
“Lo, Hrodulf the red-nosed reindeer,
Your fame spreads broadly, you are renowned!”