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Sep. 27th, 2020 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
choco_froshWow, I have been crap at updating this. Even more crap than I've been at doing physical therapy exercises.
But a quick update, while I'm thinking about it.
It was a very bell-filled weekend! Yesterday, someone had somehow persuaded Old North Church to let them hold their wedding as scheduled (church and historic site have otherwise been closed since March.) And they wanted bells (yay!) so four of us came downtown and rang some. The ringing went fine, despite wardrobe malfunctions on E.H.'s part. Getting there, on the other hand, was a bit of a nightmare: public transit was Right Out, what with the 'rona, so I had to drive; and that involved several wrong turns, Siri failing to understand that the Boston road map is three dimensional (no, Siri, I can't turn on Atlantic Avenue, because it's forty feet over my head...), and horribly overpriced parking.
And then today, I came downtown for church and yet more ringing. Both were pretty good. However, because driving during a global-warming-induced drought just felt wrong,* I ultimately opted to bike. After all, I know a couple of people who routinely bike to the Church of the Advent from addresses afar remote!
...They are much cooler than I am. I made it there and back just fine, but then I was ded for half the afternoon, fit only to eat chocolate and re-read Ursula Vernon's best attempt at a fluffy romance novel.
Other than that, I have been working on my article (and powerpoint, and maps, and possible Artist's Impression fotoschop) on "The Bells That Never Were", reading the first of the Witcher short-story collections, and procrastinating on everything else. This will probably continue this week, except that my new computer is supposedly arriving tomorrow; so I'm also planning to waste some quality time playing obsolete computer games on it.
Birthday coming up! I'm sorry that you can't all be there. I mean, I was thinking of keeping it low-key anyway;** but it sucks that circumstances don't permit us to gather.
Meantime, I should put my computer away, make at least a token attempt at PT, and go the fuck to sleep.
Weather: Too hot for the time of year, and also unpleasantly muggy. But at least it might rain this week?
* When you don't absolutely have to, obviously. This is also why I haven't gone hiking with my brother more often this quarantine.
** The other option was having a giant Hitchhiker-themed 42nd birthday party, featuring six pints of bitter and the worst-dressed sentient being in the known universe.***
*** if they had time to spare from grading.
But a quick update, while I'm thinking about it.
It was a very bell-filled weekend! Yesterday, someone had somehow persuaded Old North Church to let them hold their wedding as scheduled (church and historic site have otherwise been closed since March.) And they wanted bells (yay!) so four of us came downtown and rang some. The ringing went fine, despite wardrobe malfunctions on E.H.'s part. Getting there, on the other hand, was a bit of a nightmare: public transit was Right Out, what with the 'rona, so I had to drive; and that involved several wrong turns, Siri failing to understand that the Boston road map is three dimensional (no, Siri, I can't turn on Atlantic Avenue, because it's forty feet over my head...), and horribly overpriced parking.
And then today, I came downtown for church and yet more ringing. Both were pretty good. However, because driving during a global-warming-induced drought just felt wrong,* I ultimately opted to bike. After all, I know a couple of people who routinely bike to the Church of the Advent from addresses afar remote!
...They are much cooler than I am. I made it there and back just fine, but then I was ded for half the afternoon, fit only to eat chocolate and re-read Ursula Vernon's best attempt at a fluffy romance novel.
Other than that, I have been working on my article (and powerpoint, and maps, and possible Artist's Impression fotoschop) on "The Bells That Never Were", reading the first of the Witcher short-story collections, and procrastinating on everything else. This will probably continue this week, except that my new computer is supposedly arriving tomorrow; so I'm also planning to waste some quality time playing obsolete computer games on it.
Birthday coming up! I'm sorry that you can't all be there. I mean, I was thinking of keeping it low-key anyway;** but it sucks that circumstances don't permit us to gather.
Meantime, I should put my computer away, make at least a token attempt at PT, and go the fuck to sleep.
Weather: Too hot for the time of year, and also unpleasantly muggy. But at least it might rain this week?
* When you don't absolutely have to, obviously. This is also why I haven't gone hiking with my brother more often this quarantine.
** The other option was having a giant Hitchhiker-themed 42nd birthday party, featuring six pints of bitter and the worst-dressed sentient being in the known universe.***
*** if they had time to spare from grading.
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Date: 2020-09-28 02:54 am (UTC)Which one is that?
The other option was having a giant Hitchhiker-themed 42nd birthday party, featuring six pints of bitter and the worst-dressed sentient being in the known universe.
Were you going to hold a competition?
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Date: 2020-09-28 11:37 am (UTC)I was thinking of Paladin's Grace.
"I am told that there are generally fewer severed heads in fluffy romance" --The author, from the Acknowledgements section.
Were you going to hold a competition?
I was planning on tapping
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Date: 2020-09-28 06:10 pm (UTC)I don't think I've ever seen them cosplay the worst-dressed sentient being in the known universe! Man, no Arisia in January. Pthbbbt.
but that wouldn't have been a bad idea either!
I don't know that I own anything sufficiently loud to compete, but I would have been vocally supportive of others' efforts!
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Date: 2020-09-28 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-28 06:08 pm (UTC)You remember correctly. As with most conventions of miscommunication in romance narratives (and elsewhere), it has to be done really well for me not to want to knock everyone's heads together, and I like best when it's just not in play at all.