Here's pretty much what the weather's like, out there today. 'Course, I live in the city now, so it doesn't look quite like this, except outside of town, in the southern Adirondack and western Vermont foothills--where this photo was taken.
So, I just puttered today. Feel listless, tired, and well, grossly bored. Wish I had some mates to hang with, but...oh heck, even the cat's are boring today. They just want to curl up on the cushy quilt I've placed on the floor in front of the radiator, and snooze.
Made a quick trip to the store, and when I got home, "hung" my new "curtains." The quote marks are used because, in this case, "hung" means hammered in place with push pins, and "curtains" because really, its just roughly four yards of material that I purchased from the department store fabric department, on sale. I cut one to fit, but then on the second one, my scissors dulled it wasn't happening, so I put that on the window behind my dresser, as hopefully it won't be so noticable. But my old curtains were rubbish--frayed, stained, far too small--they were purchased in 2001 and were for a totally different size window, in 1995 moblie home (caravan), so there was a gap at the top of the curtains, and a big gap at the bottoms of the curtains, and the colour--slate blue--was rubbish against the paint job on my current bedroom walls...totally clashed--and they made the room seem smaller--not a good thing, as the room's already pretty small. And, as things are, one has to pass straight from the kitchen, through my budoir, to get to the living room--well, new curtains really were in order. These are only marginally better, but at least decoratively, they work much better, and are more pleasing to the eye to look at, and do make the room seem slightly larger than it did with the old ones...and no more orange street lights shining in, at night! A big plus, as far as I'm concerned--hate those ornage street lights, find them obnoxious, for some reason. Feel like I'm living on Mars or something...
Listened to Stone Rose, read by the incompparable David Tennant, today. A highly pleasant diversion. It was great! And I think Mr. Tennant did a bang up job on this one, even better than Feast of the Drowned. Made for a real treat, on what otherwise was a mind-numbingly lonely and boring, and mostly pointless, day. (Not complaining, boring can be nice, ey?)
