Is this an old saying, or is my brain suddenly turning deep?
Help me interwebz..
Oh, and my tests came back negative, I don't have lung cancer...YAY!
- Mood:
contemplative
1) A dutch pottebank.. (A stepped back cupboard) Will be made of pine, with a milk paint finish
2) 14th Century Chest.... (Ostensibly to be used for feast gear.) Made from pine with linseed oil finish
3)Ambry Cupboard... Made from English Elm with a Linseed Oil Finish
4) And what I will only refer to as my master work. If you really want to know I will be setting up a separate journal thread for that, drop me a line.
Now if I can get the shelves in my workshop up, I'll be good to go. Otherwise I will be carting materials to and from work, and while that is do-able, it is not preferable.
Oh, and I still have to make the sauerkraut. I have promised myself that will be tomorrow night. Will harvest the last of my herbs and root crops this weekend, as we are planning on staying home. Myself to do little, Marisa to prep for Ceilidh feast next weekend.
Well...off to bed
- Location:mein Haus
- Mood:
tired - Music:Blue Oyster Cult
- Mood:
ecstatic
Now....We Wait
- Mood:
anxious
Such as
"Mixing juices is tasty!"
"Check out those knockers!"
"I like Cox"
"I don't think you can handle the spice"
Went out today and picked cabbage, now I will see how much sauerkraut I can squeeze out of it... Yum!
Oh, and I stuffed a lamb and a half worth of meat in the freezer on Friday. And to think, those lambs were frollicking with me on last monday. I don't feel guilty, I know they had a good life, were well cared for, and will be tasty.
- Location:cabbage land
- Mood: content
- Music:1812 Overture
I was in a heterosexual marriage, I intend to get into another one, and I certainly do not need it "protected" by people would would quote Leviticus to me while wearing a poly/cotton blend...
Oh, and my dad's gay, but in a heterosexual marriage. Go figure
I must ask now. Since they were a religious Order, and supposedly chaste, is this the first documented case of "I can't die, I'm a virgin..."?
- Mood:
awake - Music:Lost Boys Soundtrack
Marisa is still sick, this cold is kicking her ass, she's actually running a fever. This may have implications for this weekend, I just don't know. SO I'm going to head off to bed now, because I get the sense I will be driving myself alone tomorrow.
I must at this point say thanks to all who helpled me kept my head during the last 24 hours.. And to those who made this weekend so special.
I do love my friends
- Location:The Computer Room
- Mood:
exhausted - Music:De Dannan, Paddy's Lamentation
I think I had too good of a time this weekend.. Coupled with the new job, the new schedule (4:30 AM, anyone?), the quitting smoking, the plague, the partying this weekend(In which no Maker's was imbibed by me), the bardic this weekend. I think all that combined to temporarily break my brain, oh plus Marisa is sick and trying to take care of a stubborn ass cajun, who wants to take care of you because you're being mopey is an equation made of fail.
So we now return you to your regularly scheduled oddity..
And god do I need a nap..
And thanks to those who reminded me to stop..
- Mood: sleepy
- Music:John Tams, Over the Hills and Far Away
- Location:the couch
- Mood:
sick
After months of languishing on unemployment like a Britsh Post Captain on Half pay during the little peace, the clouds of unemployment have parted. The universe has coalesced to smile upon me...........
I gots me a JOB!!!!
And no part time job. No two week hell run of a Lort-D musical tour...No this here is a grade, bonified, certified, Job...
I will now be one of three Restoration people for Historic Hudson Valley. The properties that I will tend to are Phillipsburg Manor, Van Cortlandt Manor, Washington Irving's Sunnyside, and the Union Church at Pocantico Hills... check 'em out at www.hudsonvalley.org
It's a real job, with benefits and stuff.. And I can commute with my girlfriend who works five minutes away from Phillipsburg (which is the HQ, and where the shop is), at the Rockefeller Archive Center
And the best part....... It's in Sleepy Hollow... How cool is that???
- Location:Casa Stewart
- Mood: excited
I'm a stagehand....Pull Rope. Get Cookie. Go home...
Get home sixteen hours after you left...
I need a break..
- Mood: tired
After one day of recovery from Pennsic...I didn't get home til Monday evening.... I've landed what I thought was a 5 day gig at West Point loading in Les Miserables.. I love working at the Point, minus the power hungry security guards who make me feel twelve. The view is breathtaking and the money ain't half bad... And lo and behold, on day two I'm informed that my five day gig just turned into a 13 day gig, not too bad... The rest of the Pennsic unpacking will have to wait.. The days are long, my legs hurt, but damn it feels good to be rigging again, even if this is a total CF...
Pennsic was good... It had it's ups and downs, but what Pennsic doesn't.. Made some new friends, saw some old ones... Beat some Kings (Seven by my count), started to finalize the vision for my new household. Life with Marisa just keeps getting better.. Hopefully I hear about that job at Historic Hudson Valley soon... Until then, keepin my fingers crossed...
A bit O'Poetry that came to me on my drive in this morning down the Taconic.
Thick fingers of fog
Blanketing quiet valleys
Silent streams seeking rivers home
The mountain loom o'er
Guarding the moon from the first rays of sun
The last stars of night fight valiantly against the day
Dawn is coming
The world awakes
Fresh
New
Unchanged
Eternal
- Location:Casa Stewart
- Mood: tired
Well... Enough of that...
It's raining tonight and the soft patter of rain upon my metal roof is a comforting sound. I look forward to the sound of silence that is snowfall.. Snow exorcises the world, it cleanses it in ways that nothing else can.. I long for that.. I long to see the plants that grew this year buried in the white forgetfulness that is winter. This year has been bad and good all at the same time, just like any other year. Perhaps I have been indulging my romantic side too much lately, but oh well, what the fuck. I'm ready for a new day, a new month, a new year.
Work continues to comfort, challenge and confound me.. I love it, I would not trade it for anything. Well perhaps something that would pay me a whole hell of a lot more, then I wouldn't lose sleep at night wondering how I am going to cover my many expenses. Although, one of my coworkers called me a brute today.. Moi! A brute! I don't see it, but to be fair, I had just broken a cast iron and steel bench mounted vise.. All I was doing was trying to remove a large nut from a pump piston.. I didn't think the damn vise would break, and for that they called me a brute! The nerve of some people...
I just have to say, I'm so glad I've discovered the joy of Russian Radio on the internet. Russian techno and pop music has been a secret shame of mine since I learned the language all those many years ago...
Well.. That's it... Off to bed to try and sleep..
Until next time... I promise I will write more often...
- Location:Casa Stewart
- Mood: mellow
- Music:Russian Radio NY
Well, here it is, almost 2 am and I am still awake.. I tried so hard to be normal, to go to bed early, but my thoughts keep me awake.. Fuck, my thoughts keep me dressed. I sat on the couch tonight and watched my cats sitting by the window, I think that either they were communicating with some alien intelligence, or they are waiting for Bonnie to return, which at this point is not likely to ever happen again. She's gone, off to Rhode Island with Ed, it feels liberating and scary all at the same time... It's so quiet out here, I can hear the deer snorting outside my window... So many dreams, smashed upon the rocky shore of life.. So many memories, painful to access.. I cried myself to sleep last night, why? Because the cats were waiting by the door all night... My friends are all so far away. My thoughts are all too close... Getting a little squirrelly (is that the appropriate spelling?, although at this point of the game, if y'all are correcting my spelling, wtf????)
A wee poem....
Thoughts emerge from the darkness
As a midnight flower
Momentary
Beautiful
And then they are gone
To leave in their place an emptiness
An image of what had been
A memory
A tear
Totally off the cuff, and freshly written for you dear reader...
- Location:The barn I call home
- Mood:
gloomy
Last weekend sang to my soul. I escaped the bonds of New York, skipped away for the weekend....Went home to South Eastern PA...God I had forgotten how much I love that part of the world. It sings to the core of my being. Stopped in Jersey on the way, having business to settle with
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janeelliot, discovered that tequilla and absente make a bad combination. We drank, and and sang, and only cried a little. Then off again on saturday, back home to Philly, liberated, free, my wife off in another city. Saw an old teacher, a mentor, a friend. We went out to the Union League for dinner, where I was reminded that I am cut from Edwardian Cloth, the Belle Epoque lives on.. My wife accuses me of "polishing the rails on the Titanic", but damn the brass work does shine! I enjoy sitting in a lounge, surrounded by mahogany, while a footman who refuses to call me anything but "Sir", brings me cognac....God I sound like an elitist fuck...After 6 years of Boarding School, perhaps parts of me have been irrevocably altered.
Stayed in bed Sunday morning and read, what luxury! Went to the Philadelphia Museum of Art, haven't been there in 12 years. I had forgotten how immense their collection was. Dropped in on
tashadandelion, who was finishing moving, we chatted for a bit, then it was "Off I GO!"The Jersey Turnpike was backed up, and I learned a valuable lesson.. When stuck in traffic, keep your windows up if you are listening to old Devo...You know, the pornographically hardcore stuff... A carload of girls gave me quite the look when they heard the lyrics..."I need a chick, to suck my dick"....Needless to say, they got the nod, and I turned down the radio...Did I turn it off? You might ask...Of course not, just down so that their precious college age ears would not be offended by my DEVO......
Found a theme song for this weekend....Caledonia by Dougie McLean...
Check it out sometime...
Then it was back to work...Yeah!!!
- Location:der Haus von Stewart
- Mood: content
