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Jan. 13th, 2003 11:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, for some reason I feel like stepping out from my curtain of random bizarro posts and writing something serious for a change. I guess I'm just having one of those days. But I've had more than my fair share of those days during the last year.
I'm sitting here thinking that working from home is not all it's cracked up to be. Working from home in the middle of nowhere, on top of that. Nothing more than the birds and the bugs for company. I appreciate the wife, too...but she sleeps half the day. That's okay, she needs that right now. I've never been a terribly social person, but I guess I feel better when I'm surrounded by people. Even if I don't feel like talking, at least I know they are there.
Unrelated topic, something really smells in my kitchen this morning. It's strongest in a certain spot that doesn't appear to be close to anything that would ordinarily host a stench. I really wonder what my wife was cooking last night. The smell brings to mind a certain W.B. Yeats poem in which he writes: "And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?" I don't have an answer for him, but whatever it is...it was probably conceived in my kitchen.
I'm sitting here thinking that working from home is not all it's cracked up to be. Working from home in the middle of nowhere, on top of that. Nothing more than the birds and the bugs for company. I appreciate the wife, too...but she sleeps half the day. That's okay, she needs that right now. I've never been a terribly social person, but I guess I feel better when I'm surrounded by people. Even if I don't feel like talking, at least I know they are there.
Unrelated topic, something really smells in my kitchen this morning. It's strongest in a certain spot that doesn't appear to be close to anything that would ordinarily host a stench. I really wonder what my wife was cooking last night. The smell brings to mind a certain W.B. Yeats poem in which he writes: "And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?" I don't have an answer for him, but whatever it is...it was probably conceived in my kitchen.
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Date: 2003-01-13 09:38 am (UTC)as for your kitchen-stench...has cthulhu been in your kitchen?
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Date: 2003-01-13 10:08 am (UTC)As for cthulhu? Quite possibly we got a visit from that thing. We do have a dirt basement here, so who knows what might dig it's way up from the bowels of the earth into our house.
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Date: 2003-01-13 10:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-13 11:31 am (UTC)no subject
i won't go any larger than charlottesville.
i *need* the serenity of the country. it will be very hard on me to move to a city, even one so small as charlottesville. i'm going to miss my trees, my starry skies, my quiet. i can't stand light pollution, nor do i like being surrounded by humanity.
we're moving because (a) we're lonely, (b) boy is talking to the cows far too often, and (c) boy is depressed out here. if we could have a country manor with all of our friends, DSL, and a resident goth band, i wouldn't move.