A list of what we need to get to make it look like we love to work

[sovay]

Last night was a total wash. Or it wasn't, because the washine machine in my basement broke—oh, my sketchy, sketchy landlords—while all my clothes were in it, meaning that I had to haul soaking, soap-covered clothes over to HGS in a breaking laundry basket and a borrowed gym bag (hans_the_bold is my savior) and get them washed there, meaning that I did not get to bed even remotely early. The last time the washing machines broke here, they weren't fixed for six months. Sleep has been a sorely missed commodity these last few days. I was not pleased.

But when I dragged myself out of bed this morning, I discovered that my poem "Tarot in the Dungeon" (Mythic Delirium #12) has been nominated for the 2006 Rhysling Award, Long Poem, and my short story "Little Fix of Friction" (Not One of Us #33) has been nominated for the SLF Fountain Award. Clearly last night was karmic expiation of some kind . . . I'm still tired to brain death, but I'm no longer in such a hate-the-planet mood: and it didn't hurt to learn that rushthatspeaks' first published story, "The Crying Queen" (Not One of Us #34), has also been nominated for the Fountain Award. (She's right: lesser_celery is an amazing man.) This is its third awards nomination so far. Meine Damen und Herren, watch this woman closely. She is quicker than the eye.

[Last-minute update: I've been Midwest Book Reviewed. This is also very cool. And xterminal thinks yuki_onna and me are poetry vixens. This day is sucking less all the time.]

To-do list, now that class is out of the way. Pay bills. Clean the apartment. Await the arrival of cool people. And figure out somewhere to put the giant blue inflatable Pilates ball before someone gets hurt . . .

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[fleurdelis28.livejournal.com]

Giant blue inflatable Pilates ball?

[sovay]

A holiday gift from my mother, as it has become apparent that I am inheriting back problems on both sides of my family: so I am supposed to work out with this thing and not have my spine telescope when I hit thirty-five. Mostly it sits on the floor and people play with it when they come over. It's knee-height and the color usually associated with swimming pools.

[kraada.livejournal.com]

The color of swimmies?

Whoa . . .

[sovay]

I don't think I ever used waterwings, actually. I always sank: I swam below the surface with my eyes open (which was a mixed choice in salt water, and terminally stupid in chlorine; I'd be blind for easily half an hour afterward every time). I was thinking that sort of chlorinated blue that probably has to do with tile, but you'd almost swear it was the water.

[kraada.livejournal.com]

Ah.

And my mind is weird as I read 'blind' for 'blonde' somehow . . . but the idea of your hair being color changing with the water is definitely amusing.

(Though I much prefer your hair color as it is, I think . . . you would not really work as a blonde . . . except maybe as a halloween thing . . .)

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

You and me both on the terminally stupid swimming underwater in chlorine thing. It was my one skill...
And I should try using one of those "&/ ball things myself.

[movingfinger.livejournal.com]

It's also claimed that using one (inflated to the proper width) instead of a chair, to sit at a desk to work, is beneficial. Maybe you need two Pilates balls!

What the heck, why not get six and throw out all the other chairs.

[sovay]

My apartment is not of sufficient size to host six Pilates balls, alas. I would have no floor. (At least not in the living room, which is the important part. I suppose my bedroom might take some, but they would get in the way of the books.) Getting around in my apartment, however, would at least become a far more athletic activity. Hmm . . .