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We will not be attending Lullaby Moon this evening after all. Yarr. Wicked Tigerlily Green (that'd be me) has a headache and a lot of pain from a chronic illness. There won't be any tramping out tonight, but we'll try again for the final show in October.
It's chilly and wet out, which is to be expected from Seattle, except when one wants to go to a park to see a live performance piece. Many of my nearest and dearest are feeling blah, and I think this is a day for rolling up and hiding.
After sixteen hours of arguing with Google Docs, I got it to save all of Eila, Part I as three separate files. Ugh. That's time I could have spent transferring editorial notes from hard copy to digital instead of trying to get it to fragging save the two hours of work I'd completed last night.
For a moment of good news, I will point out that we have a giant bag of greens, flowers, and a wee red pepper from a local garden that was in a free bin at Soulfood books from someone's garden. I'm not entirely sure what kind of flowers they are, but I recognize them as ones that are edible. There's chard and an orangish-yellow flower and teeny purple flowers that aren't quite violets. Nom nom nom. I think I'll saute them with mahi mahi and the yellow heirlooms we picked up at the farmers' market last weekend. Nom nom nom.
It's chilly and wet out, which is to be expected from Seattle, except when one wants to go to a park to see a live performance piece. Many of my nearest and dearest are feeling blah, and I think this is a day for rolling up and hiding.
After sixteen hours of arguing with Google Docs, I got it to save all of Eila, Part I as three separate files. Ugh. That's time I could have spent transferring editorial notes from hard copy to digital instead of trying to get it to fragging save the two hours of work I'd completed last night.
For a moment of good news, I will point out that we have a giant bag of greens, flowers, and a wee red pepper from a local garden that was in a free bin at Soulfood books from someone's garden. I'm not entirely sure what kind of flowers they are, but I recognize them as ones that are edible. There's chard and an orangish-yellow flower and teeny purple flowers that aren't quite violets. Nom nom nom. I think I'll saute them with mahi mahi and the yellow heirlooms we picked up at the farmers' market last weekend. Nom nom nom.
