Sunday, Dec. 19, 2004 - 10:49 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Chorists and Horsies a Christmas Season Make
OK, I really need to add some new diaryland buddies. I really have a bunch of buddies who are either lazy or the opposite: they have sprouted lives and with them wings away from diaryland. There are a core group of ya who update regularly like clockwork as they say, a couple more sporadic ones, and the rest, well, updating once in three months is just sad and pitiful I tell ya. Miss a day or three. Take off a week or two twice a year. but really. sigh.
I'm gonna have yet another lie down. Oooh it is so nice. I had two naps yesterday and slept til 1:40 this afternoon. I feel nearly human again. I don't feel like I am dragging my limbs through a world of extrachunky spaghetti sauce anymore. yay! My eyeballs no longer feel like overtoasted marshmallows, soft puffy with crusty exteriors. No, i can just forget about them as they do their job. It is a good thing.
And yes, I have not only slept but I have also "sat at my desk, settled down, focussed and caught up"... (y'all are gonna wish I hadn't watched that Haiku Tunnel movie I tell ya!)...
I am now one day AHEAD in my comics instead of one day behind. I drew four pages over the past two days. YAY!!
I inked all the sketches for the adult language ed people (though I have to redo one, having dragged my palm over a still-wet india ink line at 4:30 am last night) and am ready to start the greytones, right on schedule.
I even looked up all the reference material last night before bed for the next batch of sketches for them. Yay!
I just got back from my yearly fun shopping session, that I was HOPING to do with Onewetleg while she was here visiting. But we ran out of time. That shopping session is for the Christmas food bank boxes at the grocery store. I go up and down the aisles and buy all kinds of drygood on special... mostly only things that I think look nummy, hearty, and at least a dollar off. When I got to the cash it came to $73 which was below my limit, so I happily went back and picked out another $20 worth of stuff and I was STILL below my limit. yay! It is incredible how much food one can get for under $100 if it is all on special. Did you know that 2kg of peanut butter on special is $6.99, whereas ONE kg of same (Kraft smooth) is $4.99?? Now THAT Is savings. I bought two of them. I lie... i bought two for the food bank and one for me at home.
So that was fun. Minestrone soup and garlictomatonoodles, poutine sauce and Heinz ketchup, all butter chocolate chip cookies and nescafe, salsa and heartyvegetablejuice. Very fun.
Before that I went to hear a neighbor kid's choir. She is the one whose parents dragged her over here to do a solo performance of a Swedish song she was learning for said choir performance. She had no clue what she was saying but had all the pronunciation down, and a very sweet voice. The choir recital was precious. There were solo instrumental performances first, and the first little girl (maybe 6) kept getting lost in her "rudolph the rednosed reindeer" on viola, and her teacher/accompanist kept humming the song to her. She DID look smashing in a floorlength red satin gown hehe.
The little kids were all in red kerchiefs and red pants with white shirts and kept interrupting each other to go "that's wrong!" or smacking themselves on the forehead when they made mistakes. Funny.
The neighbor girl was very quiet and subdued as she sang until she spotted her parents and me in the balcony and then she totally smiled and burst out in song. They did an Italian song, a Swedish song, and a riotous French Canadian song that the audience had to sing along with (with piano, fiddle and spoons on a knee).
Short and sweet and I'm glad I went.
Here now it is getting colder and colder, and twinkly sparkly snowflakes are falling once again to cover the dismal grey salty slush. Yay.
Well, now it is naptime so I can work lots later.
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