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It's Not Today!

So jamoche has choir practice tomorrow, and her birthday was yesterday, and Kiri's was just a bit ago. And mine's tomorrow. So TV-and-fun night has been rescheduled to tonight, this week, with a group birthday celebration, and I'm going to see if I can find a fruit tart. (If I can't, I'll find something else; in either case there will be no pineapple.)

Dad called earlier, and we had a cheerful and wide-ranging chat that involved the fuse box in the shop that he's re-doing (and its limits, and why things that may be unrecommended but unlikely to fail in a year may well be very likely to fail in 30), and his ankle, and the raspberry bismark he found in the closet, and the beautiful beginning-of-season strawberries he found, and so on.

I love that I can leave the washer/dryer going and not have to switch things between things. I love modern conveniences. I can go out and leave the dishwasher and washer/dryer running, and come home to clean clothes and clean dishes.

It's a beautiful day out there, and tomorrow is my birthday, and the farmers' market, and probably a walk with my aunt, and god only knows if there is something dire being plotted by someone with perhaps more silicone-rubber than sanity >_< (for those who have been following on IRC, there are, on the LJ, locked and backdated, a photo montage without commentary as yet).
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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