Opting for secession
Sep. 12th, 2005 05:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
constanceYesterday, as part of my ongoing industrious effort to convince ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bowdlerized that I live like a tidy adult, I cleaned out my car, threw out papers and catalogs and diet-soda cups, and also, apparently, one paycheck from the bookstore, which okay, I know I don't live on this money or anything, it basically just supports my fiction habit, but throwing away a paycheck is going a little far in my disregard for the material. Well, let's face it: I do not actually have a disregard for the material; I just think the concept sounds fine and noble. Which makes my throwing away a paycheck all the more cretinous.
Luckily, after spending the morning unenthusiastically contemplating rooting through a week's worth of trash to find a single paycheck, I found the check at lunchtime, doubling as a bookmark. So now no digging through trash will be necessary. But still. Still. This doesn't speak well for my efforts to fake a tidy life, does it?
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It's so pretty today outside, and I ate my lunch sitting under a shady tree and reading. I always feel rejuvenated when the first, early days of autumn hit, and here it is especially gratifying, because those days come at least a month earlier in Georgia than they did in Louisiana.
There's so much to look forward to in fall, even aside from the summer things I am always glad to leave behind. I am an autumn kind of girl, all the way, and it's early days yet, of course. Weeks before we get a full dose, in the deep south; it hasn't even got properly cool yet, here. But I am fingering my sweaters longingly, watching the weather reports and standing outside with the dog at three in the morning straining to feel a hint of chill. I'm thinking of my vacation in October, wherein I will kill about four birds with one stone--yes, my aim is just that good--and see old and much-missed friends and maybe new and much-missed ones as well, and also, for the first time, travel north along the Atlantic seaboard and drive my way into the season proper, and if you didn't think of autumn as a destination, you clearly did not grow up in the Mississippi Delta.
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Also I have a new crush on a house. It is newly single, my crush, a little bungalow, and it has a yard big enough for a dog to run (even a dog who does not happen to be hobbled) and small enough to mow easily. Corner lot. Basement. Big projecting front porch. In my neighborhood, which I'm very fond of indeed. And best of all: it is within my budget. I am calling the real estate agent and setting up an appointment for the weekend.
:::
I am still angry. I am still feeding my anger unhealthy amounts of news. I am still despairing of the part of our country which can so easily discount the suffering of its populace. Of any part of its populace, any race, any class stratum. It's been a long summer, and a painful one, and a scary one. And the summer is almost over now. These little demarcations and surprises are enough to make the ritual of getting on with life just a little bit easier.
They have to be, really. How else would we survive?
bowdlerized that I live like a tidy adult, I cleaned out my car, threw out papers and catalogs and diet-soda cups, and also, apparently, one paycheck from the bookstore, which okay, I know I don't live on this money or anything, it basically just supports my fiction habit, but throwing away a paycheck is going a little far in my disregard for the material. Well, let's face it: I do not actually have a disregard for the material; I just think the concept sounds fine and noble. Which makes my throwing away a paycheck all the more cretinous.Luckily, after spending the morning unenthusiastically contemplating rooting through a week's worth of trash to find a single paycheck, I found the check at lunchtime, doubling as a bookmark. So now no digging through trash will be necessary. But still. Still. This doesn't speak well for my efforts to fake a tidy life, does it?
:::
It's so pretty today outside, and I ate my lunch sitting under a shady tree and reading. I always feel rejuvenated when the first, early days of autumn hit, and here it is especially gratifying, because those days come at least a month earlier in Georgia than they did in Louisiana.
There's so much to look forward to in fall, even aside from the summer things I am always glad to leave behind. I am an autumn kind of girl, all the way, and it's early days yet, of course. Weeks before we get a full dose, in the deep south; it hasn't even got properly cool yet, here. But I am fingering my sweaters longingly, watching the weather reports and standing outside with the dog at three in the morning straining to feel a hint of chill. I'm thinking of my vacation in October, wherein I will kill about four birds with one stone--yes, my aim is just that good--and see old and much-missed friends and maybe new and much-missed ones as well, and also, for the first time, travel north along the Atlantic seaboard and drive my way into the season proper, and if you didn't think of autumn as a destination, you clearly did not grow up in the Mississippi Delta.
:::
Also I have a new crush on a house. It is newly single, my crush, a little bungalow, and it has a yard big enough for a dog to run (even a dog who does not happen to be hobbled) and small enough to mow easily. Corner lot. Basement. Big projecting front porch. In my neighborhood, which I'm very fond of indeed. And best of all: it is within my budget. I am calling the real estate agent and setting up an appointment for the weekend.
:::
I am still angry. I am still feeding my anger unhealthy amounts of news. I am still despairing of the part of our country which can so easily discount the suffering of its populace. Of any part of its populace, any race, any class stratum. It's been a long summer, and a painful one, and a scary one. And the summer is almost over now. These little demarcations and surprises are enough to make the ritual of getting on with life just a little bit easier.
They have to be, really. How else would we survive?
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Date: 2005-09-13 01:40 am (UTC)You will have to show me your new house crush when I come! :D!
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Date: 2005-09-14 01:44 pm (UTC)And I will definitely show you my crush! You know, in my special Cammy-brand city tour. :D:D:D
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Date: 2005-09-13 03:20 am (UTC)And ohhh. New house-crushes. *lives vicariously*
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Date: 2005-09-14 01:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-15 07:22 pm (UTC)Btw, can I ask a quick website-related question? A couple of people have complained the password doesn't work for them. It's only affecting a small number of people - most are getting in fine, from what I can tell. I think it must be something to do with their individual browser/computer settings, but I'm hardly an expert. Do you have any ideas, just offhand?
( http://www.livejournal.com/users/dahlia_777/47327.html?thread=458975#t458975 )
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Date: 2005-09-16 01:37 am (UTC)I am so glad you're enjoying the Caudwell novels!! I love them so and I think she's so astonishingly underrated, and any new convert is a victory, but that it is you pleases me especially! Tastes still converged, yay!
(It was True Enough that I was reading under the tree, by the way, and I really did adore it. It takes an amazing writer to pull off characters that clueless and flawed without making them unlikeable. And there are so many passages I want to copy out somewhere, they were so note-perfect and funny and wise. <33333!)
As for the problem with logging into the site, I have two browsers on my PC, and they both log in fine. The only things I can suggest are that the users should double-check that the logon info is all lower case, and that the password is all one word (I see that for one reader, that caps issue was the problem). If that doesn't work, they might try cleaning out their cache and trying again.
Have them let me know if these things don't work, and I'll look into it a little further.
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Date: 2005-09-16 06:27 pm (UTC)Btw, I'm going to be around on Sunday evening. I don't know how long Bowdlerised is staying, but if you're not still hostessing I'll go on IM.
And in the meantime, I'll pass on your advice to my would-be readers - thank you for that, darling!