We had a good day today: went shopping in Macclesfield, bought expensive makeup and inexpensive clothing, had a gorgeous goat cheese/tomato/spinach tart thing but withstood the siren song of the banana toffee sticky pudding, bought Phil’s mother a necklace for her birthday and found a great used book store. I am all set tonight, with a pile of new books, as Phil is playing online (just got two beta-tester PS2 games). We are sedentary and quiet tonight.
Winter is coming. I know this because it’s now too chilly for me to shave, as bathrooms here don’t have electrical outlets and you can’t plug heaters in to warm them for us always-cold, nesh people. When you, ah, shave everything you need it warm, otherwise you are left with very itchy razorburn in sensitive places.
I’m dying to take up photography again (despite the fact that I found new homes for all of my equipment before I left). I want to start looking around for an inexpensive studio to rent; perhaps I can share a lease on an existing place, and not have to buy lights and backdrops, etc. I’ll need models…feel like coming for a visit and modeling for me? *hint, hint*
Next weekend, weather permitting, I want to go back to the falconry place and do another half-day, hunting with Harris Hawks. That was one of the most profound days of my life, and I want to go back to feed the addiction. Someday, perhaps, I’ll have my own…but I would have to have a different lifestyle than I do now. It takes a LOT of committment, no days off, no staying inside on evil days, and you have to have access to the right type of countryside for your type of hawk.
Knobscratch is the new word for the day.