a garden in riotous bloom
Beautiful. Damn hard. Increasingly useful.
6 May 2017 
rosefox: In 1813, a lending library clerk discusses books with a customer. (valour advances)
overwhelmed anticipation exhaustion humiliation optimistic surprised
confused sympathy anger sad energetic hyper
pleased thankful mischievous bliss tired broken
calm lonely defeated cold love hope
shock relief tears laughter thrilled remorse


4: Anticipation.

Nathaniel's heart pounded as he found a place on the benches that passed for pews in the shabby room that passed for a church, and he scarcely heard a syllable of the homily, where ordinarily he would have been riveted; perhaps it was sinful to neglect the word of God and bend all his thoughts toward the moment an hour hence when he would dare to accompany Sir Henry upon his afternoon walk, but men were dead in sin by nature, and in this he was very much a man.

5: Calm.

Many young women of the noble classes began their days before a looking-glass, managing their posture and expressions as maids managed their hair and dress, but Sìnàkide was likely the only one who practiced an air of distant, untouchable serenity rather than a winsome smile; her ambition was not to win a man's heart or awaken a woman's jealousy but to escape their attentions altogether, as though she herself were the looking-glass from which all other gazes were reflected away.
rosefox: A woodblock print of a woman surrounded by roses. (nostalgia)
It's rainy and cold. Perfect fireplace weather.

I spent a lot of time in upstate New York when I was growing up, and our house had a fireplace. In the evenings I would sit in front of the fire and cross-stitch and drink hot chocolate and listen to my mother's records. And then I would go down to my room and dial in to AOL so I could telnet to my BBS and get on IRC. (Calling the BBS directly would have been an expensive long-distance call. Remember those days?)

Right now I have a fireplace video going, and I'm playing one of the albums my mother used to listen to a lot (Keith Jarrett's Köln concert), and I'm on IRC, and I'm drinking hot chocolate. And I'm knitting (or would be if I weren't typing), which is not cross-stitch but scratches the same itch. It is basically 1997 over here right now.

My brother's birthday dinner was tonight, just him and me and our mother and her gentleman. I misread the reservation email and got there half an hour early, so I found a quiet place to sit and knit. I'd had a really stressful day of feeling extremely anxious for no reason whatsoever, and that half hour of knitting was about the best thing I could have done for myself. Dinner was delicious, and we managed to have good conversation despite the noisy restaurant; we teased one another about old jokes and talked about politics that we could all agree on. When I pinged the household Slack to say I was on my way home, I found a message from X saying "we did all your chores, hope you had a good time". And it's Friday so I have no work deadlines. So I'm full of happy warm family feelings and relaxation, and have walloped myself with massive nostalgia on top of it. What a lovely way to end the day.
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