Good gravy, I’ve been busy.
I wanted to make sure I had a volunteer gig set up for today, September 11. I remember what happened in 2001, and I also remember how people came out of the woodwork to help each other. I try to schedule something wherein I can give to my community. Today, that something was the suicide hotline; I (wo)manned a chatroom and talked to people who needed an empathetic ear, for a total of five hours. It’s something I do roughly once a month, and it’s not something I talk about often. Today, I heard from a few individuals who were very triggered by the date, and one in particular who had a sibling on one of the planes. Everyone was really cool.
After that, I left the house for a few hours with a task in mind; I was to meet up with a friend to acquire a car. The car has been acquired, it’s sitting in our parking spot, insured and all that good stuff. I haven’t driven a station wagon before but apparently I will now, hee.
Hubby spent the last couple of days dogsitting for a serviceman friend who had to go do army stuff for the weekend. Having sat in the friend’s house for a couple of days without A/C in sub-100°F heat, hubby was quite ready to get out of there for a bit. We went on a minor joyride to get him some edibles and me some noms. We then housesat together until our friend got home. We awayed with ourselves to home, soon after leaving once more to go to the store, because we could, and were way too gleeful about it. “Hey honey, I’ll go wait for you, out by THE CAR!” “THE CAR” was our exclamation for much of the day, giggling fiendishly at all the stuff we can now do with it.
I’m chomping at the bit to get more fabric and go nuts with sewy things, but I’m thinking it’ll be mildly prudent to sit on that and have gas money set aside for the week. Upon writing that, I realized that my roommate will likely have need for me and said car, so that will push the gas need up a bit.
Gosh, I cannot tell you how happy I am to be mobile again–Portland is a nice city but never being able to get out of its limits really gets to one. One longs very much to see the stars without city light pollution, for example.
The moonrises and sunrises have been dramatic lately–there aren’t any forest fires in the immediate area, but there are a few in the Cascade Range, creating a vague haze along treetops and hills. The satellite and the star are much redder. In fact, the other day, I was startled to see that the sunlight streaming through the blinds was shining on the walls a very vivid red.
So, I was using zingiber.us as my “business” website, but after considering it, (and I kept wanting to share my sewing tinkerings which are not at all business-like,) I decided to copy the few entries I had over to this domain, and make a blog out of it. Why? Because it was bugging me and now it’s not. Also, most of my usernames are identical to this URL, and why double-up on stuff like Twitter accounts, Facebook pages, and the like, if I could use the same thing for everything?–
I am sorry, I have had a very long day and my writing-themed brain cells went to sleep hours ago. I think I’m going to follow them to bed.
