November 2020 - Day 22
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on 2020-11-22 08:49 pm (UTC)“I don’t know. I asked, “Who wants to help me with cookies?” and the next thing you know, the place is a mausoleum. Not that that’s bad normally.”
“What sort of cookies?”
Fester made a face. “I’m almost embarrassed to say.”
“You can tell me anything. I’m the Doctor.” He gestured to the TARDIS. “Besides, who am I going to tell?”
“Okay.” Fester kicked at the carpet with one foot and mumbled something.
“Come again, I didn’t quite catch that.”
“Sugar cookies.”
“But they are delightful!” At Fester’s crestfallen expression, The Doctor suddenly understood. “… and probably not something your family embraces normally.”
Fester shook his head. “They don’t understand. I don’t want to, but I can’t resist them.”
The Doctor threw an arm around Fester’s shoulders. “So, do you like think and crispy or thick and soft.”
“You like them, too?” Fester was gobsmacked.
“I do, indeed.”
“Would you… would you help me?”
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on 2020-11-23 01:50 pm (UTC)Doctor and Fester are getting to be quite the good buddies:)
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on 2020-11-23 02:11 pm (UTC)It also made me want to bake cookies. Rick will kill me if I do, because I eat two, and he eats the rest.
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on 2020-11-23 02:59 pm (UTC)Yeah, I am fighting the cookie urge, too. thankfully TBG is keeping me too busy to do much of anything.
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on 2020-11-22 09:39 pm (UTC)I was so pleased yesterday about my sleeve progress, but now I've discovered that I'd done the second one all on the wrong size of needles, and had to go back to the start. They're only very small sleeves, but still...
141 words, mostly a bit functional to go round photos.
[Duddingston Loch] was also lovely - not at all a city view, with the Pentlands rising beyond - but the sun was so directly behind it that it didn't photograph very well.
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on 2020-11-23 08:18 am (UTC)These days I always knit both sleeves together on the same pair of needles and that way at least any errors are identical on both sides.
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on 2020-11-23 02:00 pm (UTC)Very sorry to hear about the sleeve. An unfortunate setback:(
You even got some nice words in, after all the hiking, way to go!
Some days when we hike, there's just no point in taking photos, is there? - either the sun makes it impossible to see what it is I want to photograph, and I click blindly, or it's so dark from the cloudy rainy weather, nothing turns out. Blah.
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on 2020-11-23 09:10 am (UTC)Ouch.
Tomorrow, there will be serious cutting.
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on 2020-11-23 02:08 pm (UTC)I am reminded of a scene in 'A River Runs Through It'. Norman, the boy, is working on a composition. His father, a minister and lover of writing and literature, has to approve it before Norman can go fishing.
Norman presents the paper.
Father gets out his red pencil and just slaughters it. Hands it back. Says, 'Again. Half as long.'
Norman presents the paper.
Father gets out his red pencil etc. 'Again. Half as long.'
Norman presents the paper.
Father reads it, says 'Very good. Now throw it away.'
Norman crumples the paper, tosses it, and dashes off to go fishing.
It pains me every time he throws away the finished piece. I know there's a lesson in there somewhere. But geez.
Anyway - I wish you continued success in your writing course! Cheering you on all the way!
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on 2020-11-23 01:48 pm (UTC)I was thinking this week I'll use an hour of my morning reading with coffee time to work on my story before the busy-ness of Thanksgiving preparation has to get done each day.
Otherwise by the time I get my work done I won't be in the mood to write. It's Monday morning, I'm back-posting.
Rick is still in bed, and I'm ready to work on my story in the quite house. I am not sure if I can do any writing on Thursday, though.
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on 2020-11-23 04:03 pm (UTC)I know what you mean, though. All my carefully laid plans for each new day get torpedoed by Mum who always comes up with an idea about what should be done in the dratted flat. I've been trying to get over the point that the flat is there for us and not the other way around for decades, but I don't think I'll ever succeed.
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on 2020-11-25 08:25 pm (UTC)Since my husband is retired, I never know what he's going to come up with:)
Oh! And now that I've been trying to write in the early morning he is getting up earlier! Doesn't that just figure? LOL