I tossed and turned, unable to sort out why ideas of a lovely thermos, a berry cake, a baby doll, an eggnog tray and a snowman seemed to be swirling around my mind. What could they mean? Continue reading
Ok so it’s not all lounging about in lingerie and posing with a meaningful glance across a horizon or a tableau with a piano and a sofa sitting around for no reason. Continue reading
I’ll be edgy, I thought whimsically, and wear ripped hose. Then I spent the rest of my day wondering why my hose wouldn’t rez. Clearly, edgy isn’t my cup of tea.
I decided to check out the Ricielli hunt yesterday after I picked up some cat food (and dammit a new cat) and I was pleased with how simple the hunt was. Really, not much of a hunt, just a clever sale, pink balls around the store that are numbered with corresponding items in them – you can use THIS key. Continue reading
It’s a busy SL for me today girls, I’m up early making some soup for later, it’s just getting cool enough that some warm soup will be awesome later. Plus I’ve got a ton of shopping to do, the cats need food (seriously why do my cats email me, that never doesn’t amuse me), and I saw that Ricielli is having a CUTE little hunt that I might pop over and try to pick some stuff up, Monica Querrien did a cute little LOTD post and I am inspired to check it out while I’m out. Continue reading
From the moment I laid eyes on the trees, I knew I had to have them at my new home, they are perfect for a spooky Halloween landscape. But when I saw their name, I feel in love with them even more.
Deadwood trees.
Not Dead Wood Trees.
Deadwood trees.
Oh god, I’m a ten year old boy, because this hearkens me back to the ever prevalent Deadwood word. And I’m lost giggling as I place them because I love it so much. Continue reading
There is a gift to making houses. I’m so spoiled and picky that once I find myself in a house with poky walls where I find my camera running into trouble regularly, I abandon them post-haste. I can’t be bothered with houses that I can’t cam about in comfortably.
That’s probably why, despite some fun shaped rooms that might seem to be potential camera problems, I am in love with my twin treehouses. I make the living/sleeping quarters in one half with an alcove for my bath, and the other house is solely for kitchen and dining. It’s a bit like a summer house with the kitchen separate due to the heat. Continue reading
Books are the thing I don’t do enough for myself any more. I used to always be reading something – sometimes more than one something. Now I’m thinking about reading something, but rarely am investing in myself that time. I wish I were, I wish I hadn’t lost that time doing this, that, the other thing. But life gets in the way doesn’t it? Continue reading
You can make things float for no reason in SL. So I am doing just that. I have curtains and leaves and a birdcage for no particular reason. Why not? Who says I have to conform to reason? Continue reading
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
Most of us have an atavistic fear of the dark. It makes sense, many animals hunt at night. While we may hunt by day, at night we are the prey. I have always loved the dark, though. During the day, the lake I grew up on would be busy with people fishing and waterskiing. I have had more than one daytime close call with a speed boat driven by reckless people who never think to look for swimmers. I loved to swim in lake at night when the boats were silenced and sleeping, put to bed for fear of being run aground in the narrow lanes between the islands. While there might be a few hundred people on the lake during the day, at night I was often the only one. Of course, it was never quiet. There were the frogs, crickets, owls, timber wolves and best of all, the loons, all competing for lead vocals in the nightly concert.
We were in the country so the moon and stars reflected and refracted in the waves. I would swim toward the ribbon of moonlight even knowing I could never catch it. I suppose it was my own brand of recklessness, swimming alone for hours among the stars, but it was magical, too. Sometimes I pulled out my canoe and paddled so i was lined up with the moon’s reflection and then jumped in, diving down to the touch the bottom of the lake which never got much deeper than forty feet. I liked the deep water where the lake bottom was made of marl rather than muck or clay. Something about swimming in utter blackness captivated me and I never felt afraid.
I miss living by the lake and going swimming. Lakes in Oregon are glacier fed and not really suitable for swimming. That has not stopped me, but in water that cold, you can’t laze about in the water and drift. You can’t lay back and let yourself sink into the inky water and pretend you are floating among the stars.
Of course, standing on Kalopsia’s broken floor is not exactly sinking into inky depths either, and I am standing, now swimming, but I am eagerly waiting for sun to set and for the evening chorus to begin. I am with cranes instead of loons and they are paper (from DDD for Collabor88), so they will be unaccountably quiet. If they could speak, however, they would rave about my adorable dress from ur.favorite.one (u.f.o.) that is at Collabor88 this month.
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I hate it when I wake up suddenly in a strange place. Sometimes I’m unsure where I am and it can be quite confusing. I had a good three days at the beach, relaxing while my typist was away but it would’ve been perfect had not storms blown in on day two. Continue reading