gwynhefar: (let there be light)
Wonderful, glorious power! I have power!! (Mwahahahaha!)

Ok. I take nice *hot* bath. And maybe read for a bit. And then go boom.


Dec. 12th, 2008 02:25 pm
gwynhefar: (winter)
Ok, so the snow yesterday was wonderful. The rest of the day . . . not so much. Went into work around noon, after the roads cleared some. We're being forced to take annual leave for any time missed yesterday, even though it was the worst winter weather Baton Rouge has seen in almost 50 years, a winter weather warning was issued, practically every other school or government institution shut down, and even other departments on campus are not charging leave for their employees who were late or absent due to the weather. We are. Go figure. I don't regret staying home -- 4 hours of leave isn't worth my life, and I truly would have been afraid for it on the roads before noon. But it still sucks.

And then I get home and am in my nice toasty apartment for less than an hour when the power goes out. It doesn't come back on. As of about noon today, when I went home to pick up something I forgot during my lunch, it *still* wasn't on. Last night I slept badly, huddled beneath about six blankets, with candles burning in the bathroom sink so I would be able to see if I needed to use the toilet. The cats spent the night huddled together under the couch. The snakes spent it buried under their water dish. I'm honestly worried the two little ones might not survive if the power stays out another night.

This morning I had to dress by candlelight and stick my head under a barely-above-freezing faucet to get it wet enough to brush out. I didn't even bother pretending to shower. The temperature in the apartment was maybe 40 degrees. I know, I've been in the South too long. I've turned weak. So sue me. Cold is fine as long as it stays *outside*. I like my inside to be warm.

I have heard an estimate of 5pm tonight for the power coming back on. We'll see if that happens. If not, I may have to bum a bed on someone's couch who actually does have power.

In other news, I've been a writing and submitting fiend this week. Wrote two new short stories and submitted both, and dug a few bits of poetry out and submitted that too. Got a rejection notice on the Floyd piece from the first place I sent it (incredibly fast turn around), but sent it right back out somewhere else. We'll see. The poem I got accepted a year ago still hasn't seen print, although I've been assured it will come out in the Spring issue, so we'll see on that too. But mostly I'm just happy to be writing again. Not sure where my sudden eloquence has come from or how long it's going to last, but I'll take what I can get.

My weekend

Nov. 3rd, 2008 11:24 am
gwynhefar: (Default)
So I took Friday off for Samhain, did the grocery shopping, carved a pumpkin, roasted the seeds, made two pumpkin pies, and built a fire in the fireplace from scavenged wood felled by Gustav (I did the same with Katrina wood in 2005 - feels appropriate) all while listening to my now-traditional Samhain CD - Loreena McKennitt's The Visit. Did my now-traditional mini-ritual at midnight. Also spent some time reading old Due South fic to get me in the winter mood (works every time).

Spent most of Saturday lounging around and catching up on my TV watching. Also watched the movie Friends & Family, which is *hilarious*. If you haven't seen it - basically it centers around Stephen and Danny, a gay couple who work as high-ranking enforcers for the mob in New York. Stephen's parents call up and tell him they're on the way for a surprise visit, which throws the couple into chaos, because while Stephen's parents know he's gay, they think he owns a catering business. When he explains his problem to the Don he agrees to help them maintain the illusion by having his people stand in for the fictional catering business (after all, he says with stereotypical mafia exuberance - 'you two are Family!') Thus begins the preparations for a party in honour of Stephen's parents, with the Don's two effeminate sons doing the cooking and the decorating (one wants to be a chef and the other an interior designer) and the Don's security forces taking lessons from an old queen on how to act 'gay', and the Don hiring drag queens as entertainment. The whole thing is brilliantly funny and I'm half-tempted to buy it just so I can keep watching it over and over.

Sunday I went over I.'s place and got introduced to the addictiveness that is MySims Kingdom. *sigh* If only I had my own Wii.

This morning I found a roach in my shower (while I was in it, no less). Quite a rude wake-up, but it's finally getting cold around here, so I should have expected I'd be seeing some soon as they try to find warmer places to live. Bugs in the South suck.
gwynhefar: (four things)
Came home today and all the cats were watching the wall intently. So I looked, and at first I thought it was a *huge* bug, but turns out it was a small gecko. With judicious use of a broom, my cupped palm, and a paper bookmark, I was eventually able to catch him without the cats getting their teeth into him and let him go outside.

This is the third time I've found a gecko in the apartment. The first time Finnegan got a snack, but these past two times I've been able to rescue the poor creature. I still find it a little strange that I live in a place where finding a *gecko* in the house is not that unusual.
gwynhefar: (Default)
So last night I. and I saw Cloverfield. Pre-warned, we sat in the back and that was enough for me to be fine with the camera-work. It started out rather slow, but once things got going they *really* got going and it was great! I thought it was very well done.

Of course, then we came home and there were police all over the place because some guy had been caught trying to mug someone in my apartment parkinglot, right in front of my building. I. actually felt worried leaving me there, but I had to work today, and they'd already caught the guy, so eventually I convinced him I'd be fine and promised to lock my doors, which I did. Everything was fine, of course, but it's still kinda creepy. The area I live in is usually pretty crime-free.

Anyway, today I'm here at work, which is annoying because I'm *still* somewhat sick, but I switched my shift last week when I was *really* sick for this one, so there's not much I can do about it other than sit here for 6 hours hacking. Why is it that the cough is always the thing that lingers on for *weeks*?
gwynhefar: (four things)
We have house geckos around the apartment. Today is the second time that I'm aware of that one got inside. Last time I had to watch as I tried to catch it, it slipped past me, and immediately became a meal for a cat. Went down in one gulp. This time the cats were watching avidly, but I managed to catch the thing before they did. So I let him go outside. I feel all happy. House geckos are very cute, imho. And now the cats are all staring intently at the corner where he was hiding, in case he comes back *g*
gwynhefar: (dragons)
Construction workers outside my window and on my roof spooking my cats are really annoying.
gwynhefar: (House stare)
She's the one who told me that I had a year to de-cat or move and she'd be *checking*. She's also moved all the packages into her office from the little mail center they used to be in. Which doesn't harm me none but says something about her control-freakishness. And this morning I found her having animal control round up the cats who wander my block of apartments, most of whom have owners. She claims they will only be held until their owners claim them, but I don't trust animal control.

Besides, a woman who can be no more than 5 years older than me has no business calling me 'baby' unless she's sleeping in my bed.
gwynhefar: (defeated)
I now have 18 months to buy a house.

My new apartment managers have decided to start bringing those of us who came in under the old pet policy -- 'whatever you want so long as you pay your deposit and no one complains about the noise or the smell' -- into compliance with the new pet policy -- 2 per apartment, no exceptions. And since I am listed as having three on my original lease, I was told to either move within 18months or get rid of a cat. And yes, they will be coming to check. Now, much as I have cats who like to hide, I don't think I can get away with pretending to only have two to someone who is *looking* for evidence of more.

And my chances of finding a rental anywhere that will take the number of animals I have is about nil. Dammit. I'm not ready for this, financially. Once my car payment is up, yeah then I could probably do it. But that won't be for another three years. And it doesn't matter that I have 18 months to find a place, I will be worrying about it every minute between now and the time I move into wherever I end up going.
gwynhefar: (Default)
Ok, so the baby bird is safely deposited at the LSU Vet Med School, who runs a rehabilitation clinic and is staffed 24-hours a day. I also now have a pretty good idea on how he got in the air vent: when I went in my closet just a little bit ago I heard scratching and peeps up in the attic under the eaves in the corner. My guess is there's a nest up there and the babies have just started hopping around, and the one fell down the vent shaft.

So I'm going to have to call the landlord on Monday and get them to have someone look up in the attic. And then try and convince them not to kill whatever they find up there.
gwynhefar: (pagan)
Well, as you can tell, I've been doing a lot of reading lately -- stuff with lots of neat new words :) On Tuesday I went to a barbecue held by the local pagan group, with whom I have just started getting involved. They're a very insular group, but I think I'll fit in pretty well. I exchanged numbers with two of them and we've promised to get together again quite soon. Plus, the woman who hosted the barbecue is an herbalist, and working on opening an occult store sometime soon. Right now she sells jewelry, herbs, homemade cosmetics, and clothing out of her home. She was incredibly nice and gave me free samples of valerian for my insomnia and a mugwort/damiana blend for the sciatic pain. I haven't tried the valerian yet, but the mugwort and damiana works like a charm. I've always wanted to get more into herbal medicine, but haven't really gotten around to studying it much. It'll be nice to have someone nearby who knows what they're doing as a reference, not to mention a supplier with whom I get the friends and family discount :)

It's kind of hard getting back into the swing of work, after ALA, then the 4th. I feel like I've barely been here the last couple of weeks. And my apartment desperately needs to be cleaned. At least I got all the books up off the floor and on the new shelves, but I still need to do about 8 loads of laundry and actually put the clothes away, clean the budgies' cage, organise and file the stacks of random papers (old bills, receipts, etc.) from the last 5 months or so, clean the kitchen counters and stove-top, get rid of the dead plants on the balcony, and once I get all the stuff up off the floor -- vacuum. Guess I know what I'll be doing this weekend.

The apartment complex left me a note yesterday saying that they will be power-washing the outside of the buildings starting today and continuing through next week and that I would need to remove everything off the balcony. This means that the outdoor storage closet is stacked floor to ceiling with stuff that's usually out on the balcony, including the rat cage. Speaking of which, I think I'm finally about to get some snake food -- I noticed that the rats have just started building a little "nest" in the corner of the cage, something that the stuff I read says usually takes place a few days before birth. So we'll see.
gwynhefar: (WTF)
Ok, I just about had a heart attack when I got home from work today.

Let me paint you a little picture: I come home from work to find a notice taped to my door. I open it up and read it and read the magic words: "Due to your failure to pay rent we have decided to terminate your lease". It hits me like a bucket of cold water -- oh, *shit*! They're right. What with the holidays, and everyone being closed the 1st and the 2nd, I had forgotten to pay my rent this month.

But it's only been 7 days since the rent was due and I've never been late with my rent before. Not to mention that there was no warning notice, no phone call, nothing. Just this notice. It seems to me a bit harsh. The notice goes on to say how I have 5 days to vacate the premises before they will file a petition with the courts to have me evicted, etc, etc, etc. The stamped signatures of the owner, a laywer, and the property manager are on it.

At this point I'm terrified, and near tears. I open the door, dump my stuff, grab my checkbook and my keys, and go running to the property manager's office. I get there and she greets me with a smile. I know I'm visibly upset and I hold out the notice with a shaking hand and start my spiel on why they should let me pay and not evict me, when she interrupts me. "Oh honey," she says, "don't worry. That's just what I use as a late notice. You're fine."

Yeah, way to give me heart attack. So I pay my rent (plus $55 late fee -- that'll teach me to forget again, if the terror didn't). And I'm good. But, jeez!

I guess it's their way of terrifying the delinquents into actually paying.
gwynhefar: (new books)
I just finished putting away the last of the books from the move. Yes I know it's been almost 7 months. The problem was the non-fiction, see. I have it organized by Library of Congress call number, and I hadn't looked up the call numbers for a bunch of books that didn't have them printed in the front.

I finished all that today. My conclusion -- I can't buy any more Classics. Not unless I get another shelf, and I don't know where I'd put it. The Classics shelves are stuffed to the point that I'm afraid some of the books on the top shelf, held in by shelf holders, might actually fall off. There's a little bit of room in the non-fiction section -- about half a shelf. And I've got maybe a shelf and a half open in the fiction section. But those will both go quickly, I think.

I need another bedroom in this apartment, solely for my books. I'm already looking around the apartment trying to figure out where I could stuff some more bookshelves.
gwynhefar: (Siobhan)
This is one of the cutest things I've ever seen. I want one. I'd take good care of it!

Anyway, yesterday I came home and walked in the door and my first thought was "Oh my gods, someone broke in and stole the stereo". Then I rounded the couch and realised that the stereo wasn't stolen, it was on the floor. It's a good thing none of the cats were in sight at the time, otherwise I'd've killed them. So I spent the next half hour turning the stereo every which way and shaking it, trying to dislodge the CDs that had gotten stuck in there when it fell, and then trying to get the CD tray back on its track. I did eventually get the CDs out and the tray back in place. I think it works, but I haven't really tested it yet.

But yeah, the cats are on my shit list right now.

And today it was incredibly difficult to get out of bed. I don't wanna be at work :-(


Dec. 3rd, 2005 01:16 pm
gwynhefar: (alone)
Morning dose: Mild spaciness.

Olive-green cordouroys, pea-green tank top with sun-shaped pattern in white on the front. No shoes. And I haven't brushed my hair.

At work: The Odyssey by Homer, professional literature, Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke
At home: Those Are Real Bullets: Bloody Sunday, Derry, 1972 by Peter Pringle and Philip Jacobson, Spirits in the Wires by Charles deLint

The Secret of Monkey Island (yes, again -- it's been awhile and I don't even really remember the puzzles)
Kingdom of Loathing, of course.

Laundry. Putting away random clothing littering the floor. Cleaning off the couch and coffee table.
gwynhefar: (DW Hiding)
Ok, so there was a palmetto bug (ROACH) in my apartment that was at least 2 inches long. It is now gone down the toilet, but in the process I am a nervous wreck. I HATE palmetto bugs (ROACHES). Good thing it's not quite bed time yet. It'll be a good two hours before I could even think of sleeping.
gwynhefar: (Chaos Theory)
My mission, should I choose to accept it (and I will):

Tonight I will find my digital camera (it's in one of the boxes I haven't unpacked yet. Yes, I know I've been here for months, so sue me), take it to Best Buy, find out what model of cord it needs to work, and buy it.

I owe people pictures of the cats, the birds, the snakes, the apartment, etc. Not to mention that I promised to get pictures of the 1000 cranes before I start sending them off.


Sep. 27th, 2005 08:48 am
gwynhefar: (goddess)
So, does anyone know a good place to buy incense online? I need both the sticks and the cones.
gwynhefar: (Default)
So the power went out last night around 6pm. We were having a thunderstorm, although it wasn't even a particularly bad one, so I'm not sure exactly what happened. It was apparently only the apartment complex and the adjacent streetlights that were affected -- even just one street over they had power.

I was worried, because right when the power went out, I went into the kitchen and there was a burnt smell there. The circuit breaker is in the kitchen so I was worried something electrical had blown. I called the maintenance people, but they didn't even get out to my apartment until about an hour and a half later. The maintenance guy looked around, but said he couldn't see anything wrong with the circuit breaker, or any of the appliances, and by that time you couldn't smell anything anymore.

I went outside after the storm stopped and there was the most beautiful rainbow I think I have ever seen. It was a double rainbow -- a second lighter rainbow surrounded the first, and it was a mirror image of it -- all the colours were backwards. The rainbows touched the ground at both ends so it was this huge arc across the sky. Very nice.

The power didn't come back on until after 11, by which time it was very *hot* in my apartment without air conditioning.

When the power did come on, I was able to solve the mystery of the burnt smell in the kitchen. The smell came back with the power, and this time I was able to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. The dishwasher had been mid-cycle when the power went out, and it had just clicked over to the drying mode. There was a plastic spatula that had fallen off the rack at some point and was touching the heating coil in the bottom of the dishwasher. When the drying mode started, the heating coil started up and presto, smell of burning plastic. So I opened the dishwasher and retrieved the spatula, and problem solved.

My budgies are doing incredibly well training-wise. Everything I read said that budgies are flock birds and do best with two or more together, although having more than one does make them harder to train, as their sole focus isn't on you. I also found a step by step guide on training budgies that breaks it down into 4 steps -- getting them used to your hand in the cage, getting them to sit on a perch that you are holding, getting them to sit on your finger on top of the perch, and then finally getting them to sit on just your finger. Each step is supposed to take about a week or so.

One of my birds is at step two and the other is at step 3. It's been 2 days.


Jun. 11th, 2005 12:07 pm
gwynhefar: (Default)
Walmart's "new and improved" put-it-together-yourself bookcase is anything but. It's supposedly easier because it comes with some of the pieces already put together, but I found that it just made adding the rest that much more awkward. I spent twice as long trying to get that thing put together than I did last time I got one of the old ones, and my back is making me pay for it today (all muscular, nothing to worry about medical-wise, but damn painful and making getting other things done difficult). I've hit a point in the whole unpacking thing where putting stuff away just isn't fun anymore. Also, I've put away most of the stuff I actually use on a frequent basis and all of the boxes that were in the way, so now it's just so tempting to leave the rest for later. Maybe I'll try and get some books unpacked today, if my back ever loosens up. I do so love putting things in alphabetical order, and I get a deep sense of satisfaction from organising books (hence the whole librarian thing), so maybe that will get me back in the unpacking mood.


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