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This is the day I tackle my enormous blinds -- a vast expanse of wiggly, clacking, unstable plastic slats that are far past the mere dusting stage. It's down to soap and water, now.

Saw Revenge of the Sith again, and enjoyed it even more, but when I came home and wrote a gushy ode to Obi-Wan's perfections I realized I'd gone around the twist and deleted the whole thing. There's no crush like an old crush; now I'm trawling for fic. I've got it bad. *g*

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Last week I hacked the massive, deadwood-choked rosebush back almost to the roots, and now it's gone crazy. It's got dozens of buds and blooms. *beams* My gosh, I finally did something right in the gardening sphere. It's inspirational; now I'm feverish to plant and weed and putter and all that. But quarterly freelance taxes are looming and... ungh. No cute pots of seedlings for me. The belt must remain tight until that particular financial bloodletting is compensated for.

Started a tornado painting in oil the other day, so that's on the list if blind-cleaning doesn't consume the entire afternoon. What delicious reference I have! This is the golden age of tornado reference, truly. Breathtaking pics abound, unlike in my tornado-starved youth, when photos were rare and came from books, instead of the internet. I used to have to hit pause on my Weather Channel tapes and try to sketch from that (and then I'd walk ten miles in the snow for pictures of supercells, and I liked it! :).

What works on huge horizontal blinds of the disgustingly soiled persuasion? Murphy's Oil Soap? Dish liquid? Oh, this is gonna be a party, I can feel it.