Due to Red's No Good Adventure in the Closet, I've been forced to address my bedroom closet, and hopefully make it a more useful space. To this end, I'm getting rid of a lot of crap, and moving stuff around. Soon I'll have a spiffy new duel-bookshelf/mantle for my fakey fireplace, and more stuff can move.
Any useful stuff I'll post up to FB and try to unload it to people who can use it, but posting pictures here is a PiTA, sorry. :( (plus, I want it GONE, and traffic here is very light.)
Tomorrow is Somer Draw, and it promises to be soggy. First melee of the season for me. Ought to be interesting. I'm feeling a little apathetic about fighting these days - ironically, just as my new helmet and new gauntlets, both of which were a hefty financial commitment, are almost done. The more I navigate the social pools these days, the more I dislike dealing with the politics and social issues. The draw of other things right now is strong.
I know once I get there, I'll have a good time.
Red The Cat is still not a dog, though he has been adopting some distinctly dog-like qualities. Follows me around the house, and now will lay on his back, all four paws in the air (al la a dog's submissive "belly" pose) so I can brush his belly. He's very good and not at all cat-trappy.
Pre-reg in for Pennsic. Making it a shorter trip this year, with time tacked on the front and back end to be spent at the folk's.
Still debating the antique cape in Worcester. I was talking to a coworker, one who I get along with very well and doesn't pull punches. "I'm just really afraid of buying it and getting in over my head - something's going to go horribly wrong and I'm not going to be able to afford to fix it," I said to him. "(Kragore)," he said, "we're all feeling that right now. But sometimes you just have to jump into the pool."
Car still running fine. Still healthy. Still employed. Carry on.
Any useful stuff I'll post up to FB and try to unload it to people who can use it, but posting pictures here is a PiTA, sorry. :( (plus, I want it GONE, and traffic here is very light.)
Tomorrow is Somer Draw, and it promises to be soggy. First melee of the season for me. Ought to be interesting. I'm feeling a little apathetic about fighting these days - ironically, just as my new helmet and new gauntlets, both of which were a hefty financial commitment, are almost done. The more I navigate the social pools these days, the more I dislike dealing with the politics and social issues. The draw of other things right now is strong.
I know once I get there, I'll have a good time.
Red The Cat is still not a dog, though he has been adopting some distinctly dog-like qualities. Follows me around the house, and now will lay on his back, all four paws in the air (al la a dog's submissive "belly" pose) so I can brush his belly. He's very good and not at all cat-trappy.
Pre-reg in for Pennsic. Making it a shorter trip this year, with time tacked on the front and back end to be spent at the folk's.
Still debating the antique cape in Worcester. I was talking to a coworker, one who I get along with very well and doesn't pull punches. "I'm just really afraid of buying it and getting in over my head - something's going to go horribly wrong and I'm not going to be able to afford to fix it," I said to him. "(Kragore)," he said, "we're all feeling that right now. But sometimes you just have to jump into the pool."
Car still running fine. Still healthy. Still employed. Carry on.