Happy Friday, y’all. Yesterday’s clouds blew out overnight and I was treated to a pretty purple and orange sunrise this morning. Barring any overnight apocalyptic weather event, it’ll be a white Christmas here in TinyTown. Even when it doesn’t snow, there’s still enough blowing around for Shawshank to shovel off the walk in the mornings. In my opinion, if it needs to be shoveled, I can count it as “new” snowfall on Christmas.
I bundled up and went outside yesterday. Tired of space limitations that come with spinning in the Flat’s living room, I was determined to get some outdoor spin time. I went out after lunch, and then again later in the day. Shawshank came home from work to find me, lights ablaze and flailing about the back walkway.
“It’s almost like I’m determined to be that neighbor in your neighborhood as well,” I told him. My fingers were frozen when I was done recording, but I had fun. And it made him smile on his way home from work.
Much of yesterday afternoon was spent sorting out the last of the wrapping, in addition to the poi spinning. I wrapped up some scarves and decided not to bother wrapping the gift cards for Shawshank‘s parents. Things look ok. The rest of my time was spent painting another Warhammer mini, one of my own for a change.
Fuck Chaos and all their tiny skulls and chains and bullshit.
Shawshank has a half day at the shop. We debated about whether or not I’d go up there and hang out with him for the morning. He’d close up at noon, we’d walk to Shady Acres to get the truck and then drive into town for shopping. However, we both decided I’d stay home. I didn’t want to be rushed to get ready in the morning, only to sit in his shop for three hours. I can’t poi, I’d take out some $598 table doo-dad, guaranteed. If by some chance it was busy in there, it’s not as though I could really help out. Shawshank told me to stay at home because it’s windy out there this morning and I am a delicate fucking flower that can’t be subjected to that sort of bullshit cold.
So.
I’m going to go get dressed and put on some makeup and a hat because my hair is a serious case of who did it and ran. Then I’m going to wait for Shawshank to come home, and I’m going to buy us some groceries and weed and whatever the hell else I feel like buying today.
