Nothing Lasts Forever

[dxmachina]

The fabulous weather finally ended today, but not before I managed to mow the lawn. The rain came mid-afternoon, so no chance of a bike ride today. Just as well, because I don't feel exactly 100%. It's supposed to clear tomorrow, so maybe I'll be able to hit the path before I head up to Nora and Tom's. Last night was the birthday party for Trudy and Nutty, and much fun and tasty food was had. Learned a fun factoid that I could've happily been ignorant of forever - Trudy's father went to the same high school I did, and we only missed each other by a couple of years. Yikes!

The shelving situation has progressed. Last weekend I trimmed the facings flush on the twenty shelves that had been glued up. Today I ran the twenty through the table saw to trim them to their final width (depth?). Then I sanded them all with a random-orbit sander. They're ready for finishing. Bring on the stain. Meanwhile I continue to glue up the remaining shelves.

Meanwhile, I've started writing a fic. I was doing research for pity's sake. God help me...

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[not-vacillating.livejournal.com]

*ignores bikes, Buffistas and shelving news, jumps straight to keyword*

I've started writing a fic. I was doing research for pity's sake. God help me...

What sort of fic? What sort of research? Do I get to read it?

[cindyamb.livejournal.com]

*petpet* For that mean Trudy having such a young father. My father would have been 75. My mom is 66.

Also and otherwise? Am-Chau speaks for me.

(Tell about the fic. Tell about the fic. Please!)

[fufaraw]

Was it a challenge that got you? It was Cindy's last week that got me. First fic in 15 years.

We've been having strange weather here, my cherry trees dropped all their leaves last month, despite a rainy summer. Now the branch tips are blooming! Crazy mixed-up trees!