Jan. 5th, 2012

x_los: (The Books One)
In Hadestown, when being tempted to travel to the titular city where there's work and food to be had, and also, implicitly, to move beyond want via death, Persephone has the very sympathetic line "I want a nice, soft place to land/I want to lie down forever." Well, who doesn't?

There's a charm to the harsh wind buffeting the kitchen window. It rattles and moans, and I am tucked inside my house, surprisingly adult and safe. There's frisson in the sound. The strange, creaky pleasure of observing the sublime at a safe distance.

People on floors above and below me move in the windows across the span of gardens, perfect cut-paper silhouettes and glass-blurred shadow puppets. When they slip out of the window frame I wonder if I saw them at all. That feels very friendly--it's almost 2am, and I am alone and not alone. The lights are still on.

I finished filling out my 53 page visa application tonight. I need to hunt one more document, though it doesn't really matter if I find it. I need to type a cover letter, and a note of explanation to clarify the time-period encompassed by my bank statements, though these don't really matter much either. They're all just-in-case touches, evidence of my neurotic worrying the visa like a bit of string in my pocket. I'll hunt the last thing tomorrow morning, quickly type and print statements, re-check everything, tick off the document enclosure checklist, slide the pleasingly substantial pile of paper into an envelope, seal and address it, take it to the post office, pay for it, send it, and I will wait, armed with my pre-planned appeals to the few possible objections. And then, I hope, I can be safe in my house. The old row house I wanted since I read Magician's Nephew as a child, and certainly since I first visited the country. With Katy and the cat, and dinner made for tomorrow in advance, and a future, which I expect will arrive presently.
x_los: (On A Ship)
The potentially interesting ones:

--made dinner for tomorrow night (parsnips, carrot, sweet potato and potato in the ham and cheery coke brine I’d frozen from Christmas Eve, with a bit of bacon, marinated and simmered and then cooked down into a glaze in the manner of Joy of Cooking’s Maple Glazed Parsnips (which I made Christmas Day))
--watched a bit of Bed-knobs and Broomsticks while doing chores, but the iplayer’s now cut me off
--watched the very sweet Role Models with Katy while doing visa
--read a lot of news, including this interesting article on Moffat, Sherlock and Sexism in the Guardian: http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/jan/03/sherlock-sexist-steven-moffat (Katy’s rec)
--and this on fandom and social justice issues http://www.socialjusticeleague.net/2011/09/how-to-be-a-fan-of-problematic-things/ (Katy’s rec again)
--watched all of the web short series Husbands while doing chores

I want to get on the damson ice cream or the macaroons while the ingredients are still fresh, but both are noisy, and Katy's sleeping, and I already accidentally woke her trying to put dishes away. x_x

all things )


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