Blog Archive: Week of 30 August 2020
Saturday, 5 September 2020
Yesterday afternoon was fantastic and horrible all at once. I had to remind the son I never had that I was dying, and given how seldom we can get together, he'd have to assume each time he saw me, it could be the last. It threatened to ruin a great mood, but this is my reality. Incidentally, we're both wearing shirts bearing my likeness (drawn by me and produced as shirts by a fellow hobbyist), and OMG I've gotten fat!
Friday, 4 September 2020
I'll be spending the afternoon today with the namesake of the above feline, and I'm sooo looking forward to it. Except... the 4-5 hours we'll have will fly by in 4-5 minutes. That is such a cruel phenomenon.
Thursday, 3 September 2020
I've successfully completed my little slice of modeling heaven: a 6" x 10" field full of flickering fireflies. I'd built something like this back in the late 1980s, and I've wanted to do it again ever since. I'm really tickled the effect worked perfectly. Here's how I did it (there's also a YouTube video on that page showing it in action).
Wednesday, 2 September 2020
It's like clockwork. It never fails: the first of September I'll find a few leaves somewhere on the property that have already turned, as if to say, "I know what's coming, and I'm ready already." I know exactly how they feel.
Tuesday, 1 September 2020
The bulk of my time these days is spent in my office. This is my view from there—greatly improved after the camper's removal.
Monday, 31 August 2020
The days are getting a little cooler—I can now venture outdoors more often and enjoy the fresh air; indeed, last night it dipped into the 50s! Early yesterday morning, the woods had a rich, lovely glow.
Sunday, 30 August 2020
September is nearly here—my least-favorite month of the year. Admittedly, the reason is just a bit silly: going back to school was always a harrowing, depressing prospect for a perpetual victim of bullying, and I've never fully outgrown the psychosomatic reaction. Oh, I don't go into a full-blown melt-down like I used to; nowadays it's merely a twinge in the back of my mind, just enough to remind me how dreaded those days were. This time back in 2016, work on the house was winding down, and a long slumber was about to begin.