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Oh, spring, spring, spring
*springs!*
There's nothing like living in the Midwest to make you appreciate spring. Now I understand the impulse of the populace to wear shorts the instant the sun shines. It beats the hell out of suiting up like you have to leave a science station at the bottom of the world, you know? Oh, god! less clothing! I'm into it now.
I've been thrashing about like a serf in my front yard. My neighbor Max hates this ritual too -- a treasured break from the Midwestern habit of greating everything, even tornados and blizzards -- with a stoic smile. We both hate yardwork. Our shared misery makes us stronger. Our labors have coincided in the last few days, and we pause occasionaly to pant and sweat and spit the crap out of our mouths and curse the neccessity of yardwork. I like Max.
The weather is so beautiful that yesterday, after hours of yardwork, I went to the gym. By god I did! (For my ill-advised heroism I got such a sore elbow I could hardly sleep. Note to self: No Heroics).
Today I delivered my yearly talk to the 4th grade class at the local elementary school, and they were darlings as always. One of the kids is perhaps a genius. She drew an on-the-fly sketch of me as I was talking, and her notebook is filled with art. She can't not draw. Excellent.
I wrote a fanfic for Henry Hellrung http://community.livejournal.com/henryhellrung/2001.html
and took a nap. And I made a deal. I got some things done today. I LOVE SPRING
EDIT: I cooked something the other day that didn't fail. SPRING IFLU
EDIT2: Damn you Deadliest Catch!
EDIT THE 3RD: Btw, since I started working out again my legs are kickass. YEAH! Some real evidence of the boredom and pain of working out. IFLU SPRING
There's nothing like living in the Midwest to make you appreciate spring. Now I understand the impulse of the populace to wear shorts the instant the sun shines. It beats the hell out of suiting up like you have to leave a science station at the bottom of the world, you know? Oh, god! less clothing! I'm into it now.
I've been thrashing about like a serf in my front yard. My neighbor Max hates this ritual too -- a treasured break from the Midwestern habit of greating everything, even tornados and blizzards -- with a stoic smile. We both hate yardwork. Our shared misery makes us stronger. Our labors have coincided in the last few days, and we pause occasionaly to pant and sweat and spit the crap out of our mouths and curse the neccessity of yardwork. I like Max.
The weather is so beautiful that yesterday, after hours of yardwork, I went to the gym. By god I did! (For my ill-advised heroism I got such a sore elbow I could hardly sleep. Note to self: No Heroics).
Today I delivered my yearly talk to the 4th grade class at the local elementary school, and they were darlings as always. One of the kids is perhaps a genius. She drew an on-the-fly sketch of me as I was talking, and her notebook is filled with art. She can't not draw. Excellent.
I wrote a fanfic for Henry Hellrung http://community.livejournal.com/henryhellrung/2001.html
and took a nap. And I made a deal. I got some things done today. I LOVE SPRING
EDIT: I cooked something the other day that didn't fail. SPRING IFLU
EDIT2: Damn you Deadliest Catch!
EDIT THE 3RD: Btw, since I started working out again my legs are kickass. YEAH! Some real evidence of the boredom and pain of working out. IFLU SPRING