Dancing Around the Four Sides

1) Another beautiful day, but quite windy.

2) Today was apparently Drive Stupid Day.

3) These Crimes Between Us has the most hits out of any of my stories on AO3 (323). It also has the most kudos (7).

Three things make a post.

It rained from about 4 p.m. yesterday to about 9:something this morning, continuously, with lots of lightning and thunder. Preliminary measurements show we got at least four inches of wet. I think most of it ended up on Chango's paws when she went out earlier today. :-D

Very warm, with a hazy sun all day. Made a sour cream pound cake with brandy-soaked golden raisins.

Doing a small f-list/circle cleanup -- no worries, just a trim of those who seem to have vanished and an attempted synchronization of my DW/LJ lists. If I screw up, let me know and I will put you back. :-)

In other news, heard this bit of music in The Adjustment Bureau last night. Sarah Vaughan, as remixed by British DJ/producer Adam Freeland. MUCH FUN.

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Stopped by the grocery store on the way home and was rewarded by overhearing a toddler ask one of the meat-counter butchers if she was a doctor. The white coat, y'see. I LOL'd, for real, as did the toddler's mom.

Beautiful weather today, 72 degrees (22.2 degrees Celsius). Supposed to be even warmer tomorrow.

Warm and cloudy, many housely things to do today. In the meantime, here is a longish selection from Theatre of Fish, which I am still enjoying to no end:

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Hazy sun, warm. Have been reading Theatre of Fish, which so far is just astoundingly good. Need to start a "Books I've Read This Year" page just for fun. So far my brain seems to be hungry for non-fiction.

Does anyone remember a Housefic in which House and Wilson are grocery-shopping, and when House comes outside, Wilson has had a heart attack in the parking lot? I remember House cracks one of Wilson's ribs doing CPR, and Wilson takes it easy as he recovers and for a while wears sweat pants or a track suit (something like that) around the house. I really thought it was by armchair_elvis (aka joe_pike_junior), but I can't seem to find it. Anyone know what I'm talking about?

ETA found! By the ever-wonderful srsly_yes! It is These Little Things, They Can Pull You Under, by joe_pike_junior. ♥ ♥ ♥

ETA the Second ... hmm. I think I must be mixing two stories, because this one doesn't deal with Wilson's recovery. Obviously more research is needed. :-D

ETA the Third -- taiga13 knew the answer. I was confusing two fics. One of them was These Little Things, They Can Pull You Under. The other was Euclase's House of Cards. Mystery solved. :-)

Grey and drizzly again but at least it's not raining. 43 degrees (6.1 degrees Celsius) with a wind chill in the 30s.

Via National Geographic, here is a beautiful photo for everyone this morning, taken in the Outer Hebrides of Scotland.

Grey and dreary all day, a huge change from yesterday. Still, I am happy that my baby olive tree looks like it is making a new branch. Also, it pleases me greatly that I am in the Betelgeuse cluster. *beams*

1) Watched The Eagle last night -- it was on HBO and I'd been wanting to see it. It wasn't bad (very gritty in parts), although it really became rather Last of the Mohicans toward the end. Still, I had no idea that was Billy Elliot, all grown up, until I looked it up on IMDB. Ha.

2) Never thought I would use the word "ponderous" to describe a Haruki Murakami novel, but that's just what 1Q84 is. And I'm a Murakami fan. Oy. Have put it aside for a little while and returned to Charles King's Odessa: Genius and Death in a City of Dreams, where I have learned about Alexander Pushkin's cuckolding of the governor's wife, and how he was sent to count cicada eggs as a punishment. :-D

3) Saw another red-tail and what was probably a kestrel yesterday. It was something small, definitely a falcon.

There. Three things make a post.

Sunny and much cooler today -- have spent the day doing a little sorting, discarding (for recycling) and shredding.

So. For the new year, here's a poem by W.S. Merwin.

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