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Trees, Grommit!
Nov. 12th, 2008 10:30 amThis morning, beeping and clanking of trucks heralded what I thought was going to be another round of roadwork outside my window. Joy. But no -- a flatbed truck of burlap-wrapped trees and a swarm of men in gloves and barn jackets descended and, in short-if-noisy order, had planted young trees all along our curbside.
Mind you, we're not shy of trees around here. But the new kids are more than welcome.
Meanwhile, it's a lovely 45 degrees outside, the steam heat has finished its morning clanking, Vivaldi is playing, the cats are sleeping, I have a pot of tea brewed, a red pen, a yellow highlighter, notecards, and 100 pages of problem manuscript to go through. I just need to 'forget' that it's my own work, be usefully brutal, and we'll be seeing daylight soon....
(meanwhile, it's sort of...depressing? to see how little crime-causing inclination you think I have. Although I suppose it will make for a good defense...)
Mind you, we're not shy of trees around here. But the new kids are more than welcome.
Meanwhile, it's a lovely 45 degrees outside, the steam heat has finished its morning clanking, Vivaldi is playing, the cats are sleeping, I have a pot of tea brewed, a red pen, a yellow highlighter, notecards, and 100 pages of problem manuscript to go through. I just need to 'forget' that it's my own work, be usefully brutal, and we'll be seeing daylight soon....
(meanwhile, it's sort of...depressing? to see how little crime-causing inclination you think I have. Although I suppose it will make for a good defense...)
