chestnut, ghost, home

may 13, originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.

This felt like cheating - iron on transfer always feels like cheating, but I really like the way it looks.

Arrived home to have to cook supper, which i don't mind on Mother's Day grounds because I despise mother's day and we don't do any high stakes holidays, but I mind because they had a couple hours and a fridge full of choices and still failed.

I'm going to be gone for two weeks at the end of June. I'm going to come home to a fridge full of dead, uncooked real food, multiple takeout boxes wedged in to the interstices, and seven kinds of baked goods all over the counters. Oh well. Trial by fire.

Stopped to see dearest oldest friend, and we walked. I think I was overcaffienated and under-talked; I babbled. shamelessly. (as a side note, Al knew where I was because my phone told him, which we agreed was funny and not creepy. because that could go either way) Probably also a result of listening to my dad talking about his life, not that it isn't interesting, and sometimes funny, but there are times I have a hard time getting a word in.

Aaaand I'm babbling now. Pleased to be home. Pleased to have comfy chairs, and nice food, and pretty places to walk. pleased to have awesome bandwidth.