taennyn: (one of these days I'll fall on my head)
I put K on a plane yesterday, and today Mom and I have been working on Cleaning The Fairhaven Place. Mom very kindly worked on kitchen, laundry and bathroom floors, because having to put weight on my hands is still not my favourite thing, and the damned vinyl in this place looks dirty even when it's scrubbed, because of how the plastic gets marred. =|

I've been working on the kitchen--including the tops of the cabinets, even though the landlord's only got a couple of inches on me, because I like him and I want to return this place in as-good shape as I can.

Pilates, yoga, and physio have made a massive difference, even in just the last year.

We tried to break for sushi for lunch--couldn't, because Blue Fin's day-closed is today and Wasabee is open for dinner at 5:30--and wound up eating deli salad samplers at the local grocery store, and I was driving. After a solid four hours of handwork.

And then we went back and did some more. Mom went through and shopvacced baseboards, and I started going through the fridge.

The internet in Ferndale isn't up--the modem got misdelivered, and the redelivery process is going awkwardly--which is annoying as hell.

Mom had a reservation for the train heading south in the evening, and when time was coming due Veggie was on the phone with the internet company, and I was on the landline doing a WA State Health Survey (long story. We got a randomly selected letter about a month ago, and I wanted to participate, because I may have had just a little participation in the health care system here. I think I may have skewed my demographic. >.>), so Mom wound up driving herself down to catch the train. Which was kind of embarrassing. Went fine, because Mom's a trooper, and Veggie drove me down to collect the car when we were done, but oy. Timing.
taennyn: (at the altar of knowledge)
This one would have been a City-of-Bellingham civil case, with a six-person jury. (chosen by number, as opposed to eliminated by number, like the criminal case last week)

I have a physio appointment with the ex-pat Aussie tomorrow morning, and I've already established that attempting to sit on a jury leaves me ... unthrilled with the universe.

So instead of keeping quiet as the lawyers were doing their initial feelers, I made eye contact with the public defender lawyer (MUCH more interesting that the previous public defender at last week's trial) and was showing the fact that yeah, I was keeping up with the rhetoric and its natural conclusion.

I got exactly what I was after.

They chose the people on either side of me for their six-person jury.


.... Huh.

Oct. 28th, 2012 08:55 pm
taennyn: a woman's upraised, tattooed arm touching the nape of her neck (paper-flowers and arabesques)
So I've been signing things with a slightly warped π symbol for years, since I started working at the geotech firm and needed to initial forms.

I was wandering the internet, as one is wont to do.

I've apparently been signing a Slavonic wind rune for years.

Hands up, anyone who's surprised.
taennyn: (once sawmills and strawberry farms)
Phone: *rings!*

Tae: *extracts self from heatpack and loveseat, answers phone*

Phone: *is an older lady doing a survey on political issues in my area!* Do you have time to take a survey?

Tae: . . Not really.

Phone: It's about same sex marriage.

Tae: *sits down on edge of desk* Go for it.

Survey: *establishes that Taes are moderate liberals who want people to be able to get goddamned married, thank you very much*

Hilarious verbal typo of the night: 'religious affliction'
taennyn: a girl sitting in front of a field of fallen leaves (with never a crackle)
Come on, 2012.

We have wars to win.
taennyn: (at the altar of knowledge)
Begin infection sequence here (let's see how far this one spreads. :) ).

Hey, you lot. Do you think of anything, when you think of me? A name? Colour? Texture? Memory? Are there things that you associate with me?

Comments are screened, but may be reposted in part (with your identifying tags removed if so desired) if themes start cropping up.

Thank you & good night.
taennyn: (teh laughing fierce one)
Note to self: sleepy parent = minimal flailing.

He's a bit ruffly, but acknowledged that it was indeed my skin and I may do with it as I please. He didn't even try a 'but what about jobs?' guilt trip. I was rather impressed.

I did however get roped into making lunner (lunch/dinner). Was initially a joint effort between the sib and me, but he wandered off after doing the potatos and I didn't, so. Broccoli casserole thing and the rice pudding are largely my fault, and I take no blame for the scalloped potatos. The duck is dad's.

Dear Loki

Nov. 3rd, 2006 12:16 pm
taennyn: (owned by ravens)
Nice try.

Yep, there's candle wax in my carpet--but it wasn't out when I left, and I have ravens on.

Heartmarks and rude gestures,
taennyn: a girl sitting in front of a field of fallen leaves (Default)
I have--had? the tenses aren't lining up in a way that entirely makes sense right now--an odd relationship to the idea of faith, religion, stained glass and the word-concept [muse].

This all does tie together, I promise.

I'll start with the easy ones.

Read more... )
taennyn: (owned by ravens)
Or, to put it another way, past purchase and pending purchase, because our current wok my parents had before they had me. Also, hee, weaponry!

There’s a story to go with the earrings, naturally.

Read more... )


Apr. 5th, 2005 11:58 am
taennyn: a girl sitting in front of a field of fallen leaves (jennblues)
My left hands feels naked. I know exactly why it does, too, but that doesn't help much.

I've had that blasted ring since I was twelve. Read the Koran and both Old and New Testaments for it (my father is a sneaky, sneaky man). It's been worn pretty much constantly since then. Center finger left hand, shifted if my fingers are heat-swollen or cold-thinned to ring finger or to thumb.

I'm not exactly kind to either my jewelry or my hands. So the ring is a bit battered, the shank thinned with age (it's only been repaired eight times . .) and the star garnet stone starting to get a bit chipped and scruffed up. So my father offered to try to find another stone for it. Turns out there's a gemcutter out in Idaho who works a lot with star garnets.

But it works best, when one is making a replacement stone, to have the setting it will need to go in.

So my ring was handed over to my father yesterday, put into a jeans pocket, and is probably currently on its way to Idaho.

And my hand feels naked.
taennyn: a girl sitting in front of a field of fallen leaves (I'm comfy.)
Can we tell which way my brain naturally wanders? )

There ees no content. Beyond first final down, one to go, and I didn't pour cold hot chocolate on my head this time around.

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