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The Most Beautiful Day This Year

The (Cyber) Bag of Weasels

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

The Most Beautiful Day This Year

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The past two days might just be the most beautiful days of the year in Maryland. Yesterday was one of those rare, perfect days when I walked outside from the office and the temperature outside was exactly the same as indoors. It was sunny and beautiful with no significant humidity. (Baltimore motto: "It's not the heat, it's the humidity, hon.") It's how I imagine the weather must have been every day in Valinor.

Because it was so nice, Bobby and I ate dinner outside on our balcony and couldn't bear to go in and so sat outside until after eight, after the sun set, watching the bats flit around. We also slept with all of the windows open, so I woke up this morning to the most beautiful birdsong. To think, a week ago I was half-dead from being sick and insomnia-stricken. After that ordeal, I deserve to enjoy this weather.

It is much the same today, but it is supposed to thunderstorm tonight, which is not too bad, as I would rather have a thunderstorm than just plain rain. It is far more exciting. I love to wake up in the middle of the night to thunder.

I slept like I was dead last night. I had a weird dream that I was in the Harford Mall and I had these Koran cards, like playing cards but somehow dealing with the Koran. (Maybe like the rabbi trading cards in Keeping the Faith? I don't know.) I had them in my purse with regular playing cards, and I met this Islamic guy who was working at one of the kiosks in the mall, and he saw my Koran cards and told me that it was bad to have them in the same place as regular playing cards. He also showed me that they were magical somehow, and when I held them out in the direction of a door, a storm started outside, complete with a tornado. (The latter dissipated almost immediately.)Despite being berated for keeping them with regular playing cards, I put them back into my purse and met up with my friend Rachel from skating, and we went to skating class together. For some reason, I was teaching with Miss Jackie, and I was teaching her daughter Kaitlin to do a wally jump, explaining that it was just like a toe wally but without the toe. (Duh.) The jump I was doing, however, was a loop jump. I know this because I asked Miss Jackie about the prep for the jump, and the prep I was doing was for a loop jump. After that, the dream ended. Weird.

I got a letter from my friend Tammy yesterday, which was odd because I haven't heard from her in months. She sent me a letter around the beginning of the year, and I emailed her, but she never emailed me back. Honestly, I figured that her husband had said something to discourage her corresponding with me. They are both uber-conservative whereas I am a decent liberal, and I know that he does not approve of me. (She told me this much. He claims it is because I paint better than he does. Come on!) I helped Tammy to get her driver's education classes so that she could get her license because I did not want her to be dependent on him. He cheats, and I fear that he is abusive. (She emailed me once, saying something to this effect, and I emailed her back, telling her to get away from him, and she conveniently never mentioned it again, although she had complained at length to me about him before that.) I was happy to hear from her, though, and as soon as I am done here, I will write a letter back to her.

Today is my last day of work for the week. Tomorrow, I have off because Bobby and I are going to the Duran Duran concert in Fairfax, and it would have been too much to do a full workday, drive home, then drive all the way down to Fairfax. It turned out to be serendipitous because I have my skating shows this weekend, and would have been really dead if I had done that. I hope I can write tomorrow, but who knows what Bobby and I will get into.

Yesterday, I actually worked on my story. I have almost the entire first chapter finished in my author's notes. Also, I changed the tense, which wasn't as hard as I thought it would be because there is a lot of reminiscence in the first few chapters, so that could be left in past tense. I don't know if I'll be able to get my behind in gear to do much more today; I'm kind of in the mood to work on D&D stuff. I have far too many pending projects.

Well, I don't know when I will be writing again, but hopefully, I'll survive the weekend and be clicking away again on Monday.
Namarië,
Medium Dawn Felagund of the Fountain

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