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"Leave off that!" screamed the Queen.

Today, the meteorologists say we will reach the low eighties here in Providence. Actually, we have already. The temperature has already risen to 81F (up from 74F in the last hour).

Yesterday was, more or less, another fruitless day of staring at the iMac, trying to will into existence words that aren't coming. I can only hope for better today. I can only ever hope. And sit. And stare. I see the beginning so clearly, but the words keep slipping through my fingers. Yesterday, I erased almost everything I'd written on Monday. About 4 p.m., Spooky pulled me out of the House. It was too beautiful a day to spend sitting here, not writing.

Outside, I was pleasantly surprised at how much the city has greened just since I was out on Sunday. It's come on very suddenly, all these blossoms and the sprays of yellow green in the trees. We took one photo, which I'll post day after tomorrow, when I'm done with the photos of the old mill. We drove south, down I-95, and past Warwick Mall, which took so much damage in the flood. The place is surrounded by work crews and machinery. Last I heard, 4,000 jobs were lost in the flood, and this in a tiny state that already had a 13% unemployment rate.

And then I did something I pretty much never allow myself to do. I indulged in "retail therapy" at Newbury Comics. My version of retail therapy is a bit different than most people's, I suspect. For me, it's an issue of spending money I cannot really afford to spend on things I can live without, in an effort to guilt trip myself into working harder. Sometimes it works. Yesterday, Newbury Comics was having its 32nd anniversary sale, so everything was 32% off, which at least minimized the damage. We picked up three CDs— Jónsi's Go (Jónsi is the vocalist for Sigur Rós), the Evelyn Evelyn CD, and Her Majesty The Decemberists, because somehow I didn't have a copy. We also got three DVDs— the new Sherlock Holmes, Enchanted, and the remake of Deathrace. Oh, and the first issue of Felicia Day's The Guild comic from Dark Horse, because you cannot be in the only WoW guild with a comic and not read said comic. I was very good, and did not get the Severus Snape/Bellatrix Lestrange lunchbox...even though it was 32% off.

We made it back to Providence about six p.m. There was leftover spaghetti for dinner. Later, there was cheesecake with fresh strawberries on top. I had some very good rp in Insilico (thank you, Blair) with the twin "daughters" of Xiang 1.0, Nanyah (Xiang 2.0a) and Victoria (now Maajida, Xiang 1.5), and did a couple of battlefields in WoW as Morskalíi, my Draenei death knight. It was an evening of virtual distractions.

As my days go, a bit of fluff, all in all. I'm hoping what I needed was a bit of fluff.

Here are more photos of the old mill in Dayville, CT, and these focus primarily on the collapsed roof. I think I may have a short story about the mill germinating in my head. But now, I go to make another attempt at finding my way into The Wolf Who Cried Girl:













All photographs Copyright © 2010 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac

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greygirlbeast
Apr. 7th, 2010 05:16 pm (UTC)

It's amazing how Robert Downey has blossomed as an actor.

I agree. Though, I always saw a lot of promise.
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greygirlbeast
Apr. 7th, 2010 05:38 pm (UTC)

I'm very fond of his performances in Chaplin, and really going back a ways, Less Than Zero
tsarina
Apr. 7th, 2010 05:22 pm (UTC)
I wish I had a Severus Snape/Bellatrix Lestrange lunch box! I work at home, so I suppose I don't really need a lunch box. Still.

Reading The Red Tree again recently made me glad that where I live in Texas there are no basements. I feel just a little safer knowing those big slabs of limestone are solidly between me and anything underground...

greygirlbeast
Apr. 7th, 2010 05:26 pm (UTC)

I work at home, so I suppose I don't really need a lunch box.

That was pretty much the same conundrum I faced. I kept trying to think of things I could store in it.

Reading The Red Tree again recently made me glad that where I live in Texas there are no basements. I feel just a little safer knowing those big slabs of limestone are solidly between me and anything underground...

It's a false sense of security.

tsarina
Apr. 7th, 2010 10:03 pm (UTC)
I have a metal X-Files lunchbox from ages ago that I used as a purse for years.

Now I'm wondering if ghouls and things can chew through rock. Drat.
fusijui
Apr. 8th, 2010 02:47 pm (UTC)
What do you think's with the painted cross over the door? On-site chapel? Infirmary?

For me, it's an issue of spending money I cannot really afford to spend on things I can live without, in an effort to guilt trip myself into working harder.

Madame, Marxism has been PROVEN TO BE WRONG!!! Please read some self-help books or watch some Oprah so that you don't have any more of these inappropriate negative feelings about your chosen self-empowerment modalities. (Remember, George Lucas, not Georg Lukács!)
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