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Home again, and a little tired. Tonight I shall sleep well.

I went over to my mother's house to engage in some awkward acrobatics to replace some of her out-of-reach-for-ladies-reaching-60 lights in her house. You know, high entry ways and ceilings look great, but are a pain in the southern cheeks. Especially those outdoor porch-lights that collect bug carcasses and webs like they were valuable beanie babies. Ick.

I may be an independent woman. I may be tom-boyish in demeaner. But I hate....I hate...I hate webs and bug carcasses.

Anyway, after that, we made dinner and watched the Concert for Change that happened in Washington D.C. Once again, I profess my undying love for Bruce Springsteen and his sassy democratic evangelical ways. James Taylor was fantastic, as well. In fact, he played one of my favorite songs. I haven't heard it in a while. I must find his cd in my collection. But here are the lyrics so that you might share in my love for this song:

Never Die Young
We were ring-around-the-rosy children
They were circles around the sun
Never give up, never slow down
Never grow old, never ever die young

Synchronized with the rising moon
Even with the evening star
They were true love written in stone
They were never alone, they were never that far apart

And we who couldn’t bear to believe they might make it
We got to close our eyes
Cut up our losses into doable doses
Ration our tears and sighs

You could see them on the street on a saturday night
Everyone used to run them down
They’re a little too sweet, they’re a little too tight
Not enough tough for this town

We couldn’t touch them with a ten-foot pole
No, it didn’t seem to rattle at all
They were glued together body and soul
That much more with their backs up against the wall

Oh, hold them up, hold them up
Never do let them fall
Prey to the dust and the rust and the ruin
That names us and claims us and shames us all

I guess it had to happen someday soon
Wasn’t nothing to hold them down
They would rise from among us like a big baloon
Take the sky, forsake the ground

Oh, yes, other hearts were broken
Yeah, other dreams ran dry
But our golden ones sail on, sail on
To another land beneath another sky

What an amazing concert that would have been to be present at. Eddie Vedder is looking fantastic in his elder years, as well.

Oh, and...

...I started reading "Approaching Oblivion" by Harlan Ellison today. modeleccentric loaned it to me.

I'm so embarrassed I had not read him before. He's awesome. Oh, the shame I have. The shame.

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Well, I am up and not quite yet at 'em. Sascha, detecting my morning stirring, came in for his ritual "hop on my chest and snuggle". I am amused at how the cats take turns snuggling next to me throughout the night. Winter is the most fun when cats are present.

But I should get out of bed and do some chores. Yes. I still have this laziness streak that is threatening to overtake me. Of course there are other female-related issues that add an extra layer of complexity to my lethargic mood.

My mind is still reeling over politics, but that's to be expected.

Alright, enough pussy-footin' around. Upsy-daisy!

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I love windy days like this. I have my windows open, and breezes are running through my home. Simply delightful.

I'm doing laundry, straightening up the house, I've just swept and cleaned a few floors. Babydoc and taogrl are supposed to drop by later this evening to watch "Sleepy Hollow" while I purvey packaged confections to the neighborhood children. Later, I shall run to the store and fetch some additional supplies. I will make another variant of my pumpkin curry, with more thai leanings.

Oops! phone call!

Sunday Afternoon

Well, the afternoon was reasonably productive.

This afternoon, I went to OSH to fetch a new hose. My other hose gave up the ghost as I was just about to engage in a power washing of the front porch. So fetched a nice new little hose that self-coils. Now I'm back in business. After that, I shimmied over to le Target to finally acquire a few halloween decorations. I've been remiss in the past, for I am seldom energetic enough to maintain lots of seasonal schwag. However, I acquired a Halloween wreath that says "Welcome", a votive candle lamp that has a glass jack-o-lantern for the shade. It glows orange when a lit candle is placed within. I also got a sparkly jack-o-lantern for my front porch table. So there are a few little Halloweenish touches for my porch for prospective trick-or-treaters.

I am loaded with candy; ready to feed the world with sugar and fat.

The pumpkin curry is made and simmering nicely. Babydoc is having an interesting evening, but by now she should have landed safely from her San Diego trip and should be here at some point.

Sleepy Hollow is ready to be queued up when the guests arrive. Now to read and purvey trick-or-treating love to the masses.

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Oh, those little of drool-bunnies that just cast their craven shadows upon my door were precious little inspirations for birth control.