Look out further to a northern town
In an extravagant expenditure of whatever energy I had gained from finally sleeping a normal number of hours last night, I walked this evening with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch into Porter Square in order to look for a stuffed animal for my mother, who has a procedure tomorrow. We arrived ten minutes too late for the actual toy store whose hours the internet had misled us about, but Porter Square Books came through in the clinch with a most plush and huggable duck—קאַטשקע was her childhood nickname. Home with groceries, we made chili with ground beef and black beans and cornbread to serve it over and I am now engaged in an attempt to imitate the action of the Hestia, who is curled up tight at the other end of the couch. Earlier as we walked out, Rob made some studies of me and my shadow. I had promised photographic evidence of the mermaid lamp on my desk to theseatheseatheopensea.
The shadow had an argument to make.
The shadow could be seen in profile.
The shadow reached out to me.
It is a little battered from all its travels, but the lamp was restored and painted by my father eleven years ago.
The idea was tattoo mermaids of the old school.
I think Sailor Jerry would be proud.
I have now listened to four songs by Oisín Leech off his upcoming solo debut Cold Sea (2024)—"October Sun," "Colour of the Rain," and "One Hill Further" are the other three. I like all of them and their videos feel like hauntings, which I also like.
spatch into Porter Square in order to look for a stuffed animal for my mother, who has a procedure tomorrow. We arrived ten minutes too late for the actual toy store whose hours the internet had misled us about, but Porter Square Books came through in the clinch with a most plush and huggable duck—קאַטשקע was her childhood nickname. Home with groceries, we made chili with ground beef and black beans and cornbread to serve it over and I am now engaged in an attempt to imitate the action of the Hestia, who is curled up tight at the other end of the couch. Earlier as we walked out, Rob made some studies of me and my shadow. I had promised photographic evidence of the mermaid lamp on my desk to theseatheseatheopensea. 
The shadow had an argument to make.
The shadow could be seen in profile.
The shadow reached out to me.
It is a little battered from all its travels, but the lamp was restored and painted by my father eleven years ago.
The idea was tattoo mermaids of the old school.
I think Sailor Jerry would be proud.
I have now listened to four songs by Oisín Leech off his upcoming solo debut Cold Sea (2024)—"October Sun," "Colour of the Rain," and "One Hill Further" are the other three. I like all of them and their videos feel like hauntings, which I also like.
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Thank you! My father sent me a photo of her and duck embarking on her appointment.