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Nov. 2nd, 2010 05:02 pmSo. Here's a grab bag of stuff.
1: The Underbelly Project - a secret art gallery in New York's abandoned subway. It's just... amazing. This is part of the reason why I want to travel, just travel and try to find these hidden treasures.
2: 6 Massive Secret Operations that Are hidden all around you. This is pretty awesome. Check it out.
Sweet, huh?
Now, I guess for real life stuff. Having aches and pains, which is annoying, but I'll survive.
Now for a collection of good/bad things, because... well, it really has been. The weekend was good, was bad. So.
The Good: I got ahead on NaNoWriMo. I'm still working on it, though, so I should be even further ahead by the end of the day. I've got a collection of Halloween candy to fuel myself along, and Halloween was fun.
The firehall had a trunk-and-treat, basically people dressing up their cars and giving out candy. There were a lot of volunteers, and a bunch of kids. Mom and I swapped on and off when one of us got cold, which was also nice because Grandpa ended up having to go on a fire run. ("Wait. A water rescue?" "Yeah, some people were out boating and apparently fell off." "... why were they boating. It's Michigan in October.")
Grandma comandeered the inside of the firehall, serving cookies and cider or coffee to adults or volunteers that needed to thaw out.
So yeah.
The bad: I have a reoccuring rash that has made its home on my wrists. It sucks, but it's getting better. This isn't the worst thing, however.
On the second level of suck, my uncle's birthday would have been yesterday. He'd have been 45.
The third thing, which I'm actually handling well, is that a friend of mine died last friday. He was in his eighties, so it's not that much of a surprise, I guess, and I didn't know him terribly well, but he was a friend. Whenever I walked Dresden, if I saw him I'd wave and we'd talk for a while. His name was Walter and he was in the Navy in World War Two, and missed combat by a couple of months. He told me that he watched the whales while he was on the ship, and while the other sailors were frustrated by the endless water, he never was. Mom told me that when she spoke to his Grandson, he said that whenever Walter saw me out there, he'd say he had to go outside and talk to his friend.
Mom didn't tell me until after Halloween was over, because she didn't want to ruin my weekend, which I appreciate. Grandma was all worried about me finding out and being depressed, but like I said, I think I'm handling it well. I'm sad, yeah, but I'm not going to do anything really drastic.
Now I think I'm going to take a nap, because I'm tired, and after that I'll get back to working on NaNoWriMo.
1: The Underbelly Project - a secret art gallery in New York's abandoned subway. It's just... amazing. This is part of the reason why I want to travel, just travel and try to find these hidden treasures.
2: 6 Massive Secret Operations that Are hidden all around you. This is pretty awesome. Check it out.
Sweet, huh?
Now, I guess for real life stuff. Having aches and pains, which is annoying, but I'll survive.
Now for a collection of good/bad things, because... well, it really has been. The weekend was good, was bad. So.
The Good: I got ahead on NaNoWriMo. I'm still working on it, though, so I should be even further ahead by the end of the day. I've got a collection of Halloween candy to fuel myself along, and Halloween was fun.
The firehall had a trunk-and-treat, basically people dressing up their cars and giving out candy. There were a lot of volunteers, and a bunch of kids. Mom and I swapped on and off when one of us got cold, which was also nice because Grandpa ended up having to go on a fire run. ("Wait. A water rescue?" "Yeah, some people were out boating and apparently fell off." "... why were they boating. It's Michigan in October.")
Grandma comandeered the inside of the firehall, serving cookies and cider or coffee to adults or volunteers that needed to thaw out.
So yeah.
The bad: I have a reoccuring rash that has made its home on my wrists. It sucks, but it's getting better. This isn't the worst thing, however.
On the second level of suck, my uncle's birthday would have been yesterday. He'd have been 45.
The third thing, which I'm actually handling well, is that a friend of mine died last friday. He was in his eighties, so it's not that much of a surprise, I guess, and I didn't know him terribly well, but he was a friend. Whenever I walked Dresden, if I saw him I'd wave and we'd talk for a while. His name was Walter and he was in the Navy in World War Two, and missed combat by a couple of months. He told me that he watched the whales while he was on the ship, and while the other sailors were frustrated by the endless water, he never was. Mom told me that when she spoke to his Grandson, he said that whenever Walter saw me out there, he'd say he had to go outside and talk to his friend.
Mom didn't tell me until after Halloween was over, because she didn't want to ruin my weekend, which I appreciate. Grandma was all worried about me finding out and being depressed, but like I said, I think I'm handling it well. I'm sad, yeah, but I'm not going to do anything really drastic.
Now I think I'm going to take a nap, because I'm tired, and after that I'll get back to working on NaNoWriMo.
