Daylight's Haven

So my Yuletide fic is done and submitted this morning thank goodness. I was a bit worried there for a bit and spent way too much time stressing out about it. I was sick a good portion of last week so I wasn't able to do much and got behind on everything. Not sure if the fic is my best work and I'm a little nervous about the subject matter, but it was fun to write. The fic is also almost 4000 words long. What happened to the days when I only wrote short stuff? Now everything I write wants to be long. Looking at the other Yuletide prompts and I'd love to write some treats but doubt I'll have the energy to write anything in time.

Snow! We have snow. It snowed all yesterday while I was at work and then when I was coming home it was all melting so I walked home through lakes and rivers of melted snow in hiking boots which were completely filled with water before I was even a quarter of the way home.

Also, it's possible I'm being haunted by pig sock puppets. I had two random occurrences of pig sock puppets two days in a row and I'm waiting for a third to see if it's true.

Since I have 4 less teeth than average, shouldn't the dentist give me a discount on cleanings?
(About 14% if my calculations are correct)

Put Something In

Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whistle through your comb.
Do a loony-goony dance,
’Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain’t been there before.

~ Shel Silverstein

In my dance class, we've been warming up to Funkytown and Ittsy Bittsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini sung in french. Contemporary dance classes are lots of fun. They're a great excuse for rolling around on the floor and running around in your bare feet. :)

According to my free Oxfam Canada calender, tomorrow doesn't exist!! There is no July 31!! Saturday had been completely eliminated. July ends today and August begins on Sunday.

That means tomorrow has no month, no number. It is a void in the year. It is a no time when anything can happen! Does the day even occur at all or will I wake up tomorrow and find I've lost a day and it's suddenly Sunday?

Oxfam shouldn't go around messing with time this way. For all they know, we could all end up swallowed by a giant black hole or disappear into nothingness.

There was a young, skinny man in a wheelchair seated at a table outside one of the many cafes playing cards with a young woman across from him, and lying on his knee attached to a red lead was a little tabby cat enjoying the sun.

"Suddenly, a serious figure appears.

He says, 'I am the angel of death.'

'But I'm not ready to die.'

'Ah if you do not wish death, how about a rubber chicken.'"

- Gummo Bergman's Silent Strawberries as translated by Sam the Eagle in The Muppets Go to the Movies


YouTube clip --> Silent Strawberries

I got to see a free showing of some animated shorts yesterday as part of International Animation Day. In the theater I was at on the seat in front of me was a little metal plaque. It said this:

"Indignant Piddles & Bumbling Goats Forever"

What happened to the bus that was supposed to take me to the park?

What happened to the workshop that was supposed to be going on at said park?

Why hasn't anyone told the raccoons by the lagoon that they're supposed to be nocturnal?

Who keeps giving flowers to the stone lady?