Blackberry pie, gooseberry pudding, I'd give it all away to see Sally Gooden

[ritaxis]

Well. We didn't get enough blackberries to make jam -- believe it or not, our favorite blackberry patch (next to the UCSC Agroecology Farm) isn't far enough along yet -- but there were enough little foxy grapes to make a grape juice and lime drink to go with a really fine blackberry pie. And despite the subject header. no goosebaerries.

I have only written 500+ words on Afterwar since Friday. But Chapter Five of The Donor is up.

Somehow, at Making Light, I have maneuvered myself into the position of Defender of Magic Realism. In the "Story for beginners" thread and the "INtroduction to New Magics" thread. Why did I do that? There's only so much to be said, and I said it all already, but people keep saying things that make me grumpy because they are ignorant and assuming.

On other fronts, I went to Xi Gong practice with my friend Elizabeth yesterday even though I didn't want to and then I was really glad I did.

And I have been mending the front yard, which is still a mess.

Memo to self: roses do need to be watered now and then in the dry season.


We also voted yesterday -- yes on Measure X by mail, which I will explain when I do not have the nice fellow waiting for his turn at the machine.

Comments

[randwolf.livejournal.com]

At least what you defend has a name.

[ritaxis.livejournal.com]

You can't leave that like that. You have to tell me what you're hinting at. You defend something that has no name?
Tell me tell me tell me.

[randwolf.livejournal.com]

If it had a name, I could tell you. But I never have quite put a finger on it. Perhaps if it had a name my purpose in life would be over. :-)

[ritaxis.livejournal.com]

If you can conceive of it, it has a description.