Lilith Saintcrow's Blog, page 127
March 18, 2019
Mission Creep, Squirrel Inquisition
Significant progress on a Sekrit Projekt this weekend, in between everything else–finishing up after the barrage of birthdays and houseguests, not to mention extracurricular activities, errands, and–always my favorite step–cleanup. Once again, I need a weekend to recover from my weekend, but there’s no relief in sight, just more work. It would be nice to …
March 15, 2019
Soup Is Not Soup
The other day I wanted potato-leek soup. You can do it quickly, of course, but I like roasted potatoes in mine, and I have very definite needs for the leeks. The bottoms must be soft and the tops still a little crunchy-stringy, which means a multi-stage cooking process. My ex used to make his own …
March 14, 2019
Mental Mustelidae
The headweasels are particularly bad this morning. Back and forth they go, treating my skull like a flimsy cage. I’d love to let them out–fly, be free, never come back–but they’re stuck inside a bone bowl. There’s nothing to be done about it. They’re independent of how many books I write or how much my …
March 12, 2019
Old Shapes, New Sizes
The dogs are nervous. It could be that my own unease this morning is communicating itself, or it could be that they sense a looming disaster. Either way the warning has been heeded. It does no harm to be cautious, to cross one’s fingers, to inhale deeply and look an extra time before crossing the …
March 11, 2019
But Soft, Coffee
I will not ever go out uncaffeinated again. Saturday was enough for me, thanks. Having to tear my dogs away from some neckbeard’s unleashed canines–because a certain type of heavyset white man thinks that leash laws are just advisories for someone of his exalted status–while lacking a base level of caffeine in my blood is …
March 8, 2019
Lost: One Glove, Perhaps Worn
Arranged on a winter-bare bush, just waiting for a princess to return, pull it on, and prove her willingness to rule. May she return soon.
March 7, 2019
Birthday Month Snowpocalypse
Of course yesterday–the day I had to spend mostly outside the house–was the day it decided to snow. It didn’t accumulate, thank goodness, but the roads got super sloppy and everyone piloting a car was stressed out and consequently a bit wavering. On the bright side, I got through the grocer’s between waves of “OMG …
March 4, 2019
Cold, Critical Gloss
I find myself muttering, “Christ I wish I still drank” more and more often these days. Breaking out in hives the morning after I indulge in any alcohol isn’t as much of a deterrent as it might be. It’s a busy month. Birthdays, tax preparation, phone calls to be endured. At least I have a …
March 1, 2019
What We Want
“But what if they don’t get along?” I worried, over and over. “Yes, I know Miss B chose Boxnoggin at the shelter from a range of contenders, but what if they don’t bond?” Reader, I worried for nothing, as this fuzzy (in more than one way) photo confirms. I came around the corner, disturbing their …
February 28, 2019
Cardio, Achieved
A bright, clear, cold morning has risen, and brought with it…several notifications from the bank, needing me to call in and verify some charges so we can be sure they’re mine. I don’t mind it–I’m glad they’re paying attention–but good gravy Marie, my heart is going a million miles an hour now. I don’t need …
