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Threw my bad fortune off the top of a tall building
We are home. Or we are at least stationary in Somerville, where a cat is making his presence known. My grandfather's yahrzeit is tomorrow, so I am driving to Maine with the rest of my family for the unveiling. After which I will not move for several days.
This is the worst thing that happened to me all trip: I was overcharged two dollars for my hot chocolate at the Starbucks in the St. Louis airport. I have some regrets that we didn't have a full day to wander around the Magic Kingdom, but on the other hand all the rides we really wanted were indoor attractions and that was the only day it rained. I would have liked if Disney hadn't been shockingly more expensive than Universal, I'm sorry, having two more parks doesn't explain it. It would have been nice if I'd managed to program "The Rainbow Connection" into the Rockit. These are immaterial things. I rode ten coasters and ate brilliant food and drank things on fire and walked miles everywhere and slept terribly now that I look back over my posts (this morning at four o'clock: some kind of deep juddering noise in the wall that got through my earplugs on a frequency that really hurt and couldn't be blocked even with pillows over my head, so I didn't sleep until it stopped as inexplicably as it had begun and I still have no idea what it was), but it didn't seem to matter. I read Kim Newman's Professor Moriarty: The Hound of the D'Urbervilles and Mary Renault's North Face and Leo Marks' Between Silk and Cyanide again.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel and I have been west of the Mississippi together.
I may have some more thoughtful reactions as the next few days fall out, but at the moment I think what I am feeling is exhausted happiness.
I am fine with that.
This is the worst thing that happened to me all trip: I was overcharged two dollars for my hot chocolate at the Starbucks in the St. Louis airport. I have some regrets that we didn't have a full day to wander around the Magic Kingdom, but on the other hand all the rides we really wanted were indoor attractions and that was the only day it rained. I would have liked if Disney hadn't been shockingly more expensive than Universal, I'm sorry, having two more parks doesn't explain it. It would have been nice if I'd managed to program "The Rainbow Connection" into the Rockit. These are immaterial things. I rode ten coasters and ate brilliant food and drank things on fire and walked miles everywhere and slept terribly now that I look back over my posts (this morning at four o'clock: some kind of deep juddering noise in the wall that got through my earplugs on a frequency that really hurt and couldn't be blocked even with pillows over my head, so I didn't sleep until it stopped as inexplicably as it had begun and I still have no idea what it was), but it didn't seem to matter. I read Kim Newman's Professor Moriarty: The Hound of the D'Urbervilles and Mary Renault's North Face and Leo Marks' Between Silk and Cyanide again.
derspatchel and I have been west of the Mississippi together.I may have some more thoughtful reactions as the next few days fall out, but at the moment I think what I am feeling is exhausted happiness.
I am fine with that.
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I envy the crap out of you for getting to see the updated Pirates of the Caribbean, since I haven't seen that ride since I was...eleven? Ten? "Dead men tell no tales..."
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(I have never really noticed or cared about blue eyes but WOW. Rob has the bluegreeniest of eyes. Wonderful!)
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Your grandfather was a mensch. His memory for a blessing.
Nine
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It's amazing how many high points the last six days hit.
And exhausted happiness is the best sort of exhaustion. Languid without desperation!
My sum total of plans for the rest of tonight: hot tea (which I am drinking): hot shower (which is a flight of stairs away): bed. And stay there until it is absolutely necessary to leave.
(I have never really noticed or cared about blue eyes but WOW. Rob has the bluegreeniest of eyes. Wonderful!)
. . . that line about Charon's eyes in "Kalligeneia 2012" is taken from direct observation . . .
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It's a good state! I will need to recuperate as much as possible between now and Saturday's Hanukkah party (and then, I imagine, between the Hanukkah party and Christmas), but I am not complaining in the slightest.
(The amount of work I'll need to do in order to make up for this last week, eh, but . . .)
"Dead men tell no tales..."
I don't know if I was taken on the original ride in 1989: the bits that cued recognition were all familiar to me from the movies. I imagine it had less in the way of Jack Sparrow at one time. I hope the mermaid skeleton flopped in the longboat was always there, though.
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You have so! He didn't bring them to dinner at Asmara! (And the Provost doesn't wear them.)
Your grandfather was a mensch. His memory for a blessing.
I will bring his grave a stone from the sea.
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P.S.: Stop by my Tumblr when you feel up to it...lots of new Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee action, if not Peter Cushing/Christopher Lee action.;)
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(I wonder if the Pirates of the Caribbean ride is the same as the one in Disneyland in LA? It was one of my two favourites there).
/runs back to thesiscave
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My grandfather's yahrzeit is tomorrow...
His memory for a blessing.
This is the worst thing that happened to me all trip: I was overcharged two dollars for my hot chocolate at the Starbucks in the St. Louis airport.
Excellent.
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(What did you think of Hound of the D'Urbervilles? I enjoyed it very much, especially the faked Martian invasion.)
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You have some very fine things on there. Monochrome Peter Cushing surrounded by complicated chemical glassware. I suspect I could not have pinned that particular poster to my dorm wall without attracting attention of the most dangerous kind, probably from the medical school, but nonetheless.
OH GOD PETER CUSHING WITH TOY SOLDIERS AND A DOG-EARED COPY OF H.G. WELLS HOW DOES A MAN WITH BONE STRUCTURE THAT FORBIDDING CONSISTENTLY PULL OFF SUCH NEAR-FATAL LEVELS OF CUTE?
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His mother took it in the pub on Monday night. There are very few pictures of us together, but quite strangely, I've realized I like most of them.
(I wonder if the Pirates of the Caribbean ride is the same as the one in Disneyland in LA? It was one of my two favourites there).
I don't know! The rules that govern the dis/similarities between various locations of Disney are a mystery to me. What's the California version like?
/runs back to thesiscave
Fare well, Platonic shadow!
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Thank you.
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We are shy creatures when it comes to photography.
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How'd you like the 18th-century ones? He probably looks a bit too mild and/or foppish for Parry, really, but they amused me nonetheless.
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Thank you! Much of today was taken up with driving to Portland and back, but tomorrow I plan on motionlessness.
(What did you think of Hound of the D'Urbervilles? I enjoyed it very much, especially the faked Martian invasion.)
(Gleefully black-humored, occasionally poignant, and entirely delightful. I'd read "A Shambles in Belgravia," but had no idea there was a novel. It was my mother's Hanukkah present to me. I've liked Kim Newman since running into some of his early Diogenes Club stories and Anno Dracula in college, but it's possible I like this particular installment of his Victorian mash-ups best of all.)
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Thank you! (I like the blouse. I got it some months ago for the D.C. trip in June and it's been one of my default nice shirts ever since.)
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I'm still glad to hear it! (Have you survived final project land?)
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Thank you.
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Give him that linen and those severe little spectacles Doctor Blyss wears and he'll do fine!
(What were they from, anyway? I haven't seen him in a lot of roles with brocade.)
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I'm fighting what feels like the same friggin' cold my Mom has--not unexpectedly, since I've been hanging around with her, and had to run errands for her earlier today--but did manage to add about 800 words to "The Salt Wedding". Unfortunately, those do not even begin to make a dent in the current scene, which has Tante Ankolee doing maybe three layers of magic in quick succession.
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You're welcome.
PS--That's a great photograph of the pair of you, by the way.
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