Rooms that I once lived in, rooms that I've since left

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I have internet that does not come from a wireless hotspot! The Verizon tech arrived to set up the internet almost at eleven o'clock on the dot, left about two hours later, the internet actually turned on at a quarter to five. At first it moved with the sluggishness of non-ironic molasses and I had to spend further time on the phone with tech support, but so long as I am not directly uploading or downloading any files it appears to function at a decent work-and-amusement-enabling speed. (I miss my account with RCN. They do not service the street on which I live. I did not quite realize until I moved to Somerville how weirdly gerrymandered the phone service in this city is.) I slept an hour last night and feel very shaky, but I can stream all the movies from TCM now.

Yesterday was a ridiculously productive day. After staying up all night to write Calormene fic while listening to Bill Laswell and Coil, I fielded a surprise repair visit from the property manager, made my PT appointment, visited the bank, actually remembered to eat lunch for the first time in several days, made a major dry-goods grocery run to Market Basket, retrieved some items from my cousins' place, visited the library, did a full day's worth of Nokia and somehow stayed awake.

Outside of Verizon, today was mostly work and lots of phone and e-mail conversation with the property manager and with cat rescue services because there turns out to be an abandoned cat living in the morning glories by the front steps. (We have a plan in place. In the meantime, I am feeding the cat. He is talkative, affectionate, hungry, lonely, and keeps trying to get back into his former apartment, which is heartbreaking. rushthatspeaks met him on Saturday night.) There were some very loud leaf blowers. I did manage to get out in the evening to Walgreens and the Winter Hill Bakery, the latter of which furnished me with a loaf of incredibly delicious Portuguese sweet bread and some cookies whose names I don't know, and on my way back ended up in a really neat conversation with a woman about my age and her four-year-old son whom I met while photographing two emergency electrical switch boxes in the back of a brick building. I passed out as if stunned for an hour after dinner and ate some coconut-milk ice cream when I woke. Hestia leapt joyfully into an empty cardboard box in the closet which then overturned on her, trapping her like an extremely grumpy hermit crab. Rescued, she promptly leapt into another box as if to show it who's boss. I still need to write about a whole bunch of things. Have some pictures until then.

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[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

Poor cat. He looks lovely, and I hope his indigent state ends with a proper adoption.

Hooray for the return of TMC, and proper, if slow, internet.

I have yet to read the Narnia fanfic, mostly due to personal exhaustion, but I like the premise. I've actually been stalking the Lion Hunt panels at various museums all over the world, ever since I saw the sign at the British Museum claiming that the rest were lost. In this case, lost seems to mean "Not in the British Museum", which, given their historical acquisition patterns is probably accurate. I'm looking forward to the fic!

May you have much joy of your new domesticity, self-boxing cats and all!

[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

The only one of the lion-hunt panels I knew was the Dying Lioness, and that only from photos. My sympathies have always been with the lioness.

[sovay]

Poor cat. He looks lovely, and I hope his indigent state ends with a proper adoption.

Thank you. That's the plan. I strongly feel that he deserves a better grade of people. I understand that sometimes it becomes impossible to care for a pet any longer, but that's when you surrender it to the custody of the MSPCA or the Animal Rescue League or some other no-kill organization. That's sad, but it's not cruel.

I have yet to read the Narnia fanfic, mostly due to personal exhaustion

No worries. It isn't going to expire.

I've actually been stalking the Lion Hunt panels at various museums all over the world, ever since I saw the sign at the British Museum claiming that the rest were lost. In this case, lost seems to mean "Not in the British Museum", which, given their historical acquisition patterns is probably accurate.

Heh. Have you found others elsewhere? I'm most familiar with them in replica form in a classroom in Yale's Babylonian Collection, running like a border around the top of the blackboard and the rest of the room.

May you have much joy of your new domesticity, self-boxing cats and all!

Thank you!

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

I have found others elsewhere, in Toronto, and Israel. I believe the Louvre may have one also, but I was too distracted by their wonderful Assyrian Sphinxes to take photos (also, the Louvre is vast, there's an entire medieval fortress, cut off at the knees, hiding in the basement, and a labyrinth of royal apartments that seem like some kind of elaborate practical joke the further in you go).

The building next door to my work has Assyrian style friezes, and is ringed all around with sphinxes. They are also now home to an LGBT shul, so I should go visit at some point.

Speaking of such things, they appear to have opened a blini and other Russian delicacies fast food place across the avenue from my work. I should probably send you a photostat of their menu.