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[resonant]

Ever have one of those weeks when you're just stymied at every turn? When, if you were a rat in a maze, there'd be big walls being thunked down in front of you every five minutes?

And it's not as though I'm trying to do difficult things. I want to buy a sufficient number of bags of lawn-patch, and I want enough time to get them onto the lawn without getting rained on. I want (well, maybe want is the wrong verb here) to buy plane tickets to visit the spouse's parents, and I don't want either leg of the journey to start at 6 a.m. or at 11 p.m., nor do I want to have the trip home routed through L.A., Denver, and Chicago. I want my father to actually receive the magazine subscription I bought him on eBay, or else I want to buy him another one to replace it. I want to get my allergy shot, and I want my new insurance to pay for it. I want to be at the McJob at the same time as Check-Writing Woman so I can get a check for the piddling number of hours I've worked since February. I want to get into the bank website and transfer some money from one account to another. I want the router to arrive so the spouse can start using his new computer. And it's just: Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Exit sealed!

(I write entries like this all the time and never post them. I'm putting this one up chiefly because I want to see whether or not LJ will prevent me from posting it.)

(Also: new icon makes many things all right.)

Comments

[fullygoldy.livejournal.com]

Hi there ::waving:: Want to compare?

I want the boy to decide that school is at least important enough to turn in homework and get Cs (everyone, including him, knows he's capable of a 3.8 gpa in his sleep). I want my nifty tankless water heater to produce hot water instead of spewing all over my basement and causing the girl to have a cold-shower induced tantrum. I want to find a plumber willing to make it so before the weekend. I want the hospital to automatically combine all the freaking invoices they send into one bill so I can write one check per month. And actually send the statement *every* month (as opposed to skipping and then calling *me* delinquent). I want the Doctor's office to put my account on the same style payment plan as the other 3 members of my family *and* send one invoice per month, without me having to send in a financial statement every quarter. I want my recent brake job to be the last major work on my car for awhile, and I want the other car to need only an oil change, but I suspect it will require an alignment as well. I want the cat to like the new litter box location which is actually more convenient if less private for him. I want to finish my 2006 taxes so I can maybe apply the refund to the aforementioned medical bills.

I'd really appreciate some spring temperatures this weekend too...

[laurenmitchell.livejournal.com]

I hope the maze opens up for you soon.

[fabularasa.livejournal.com]

That icon kind of freaks me. Not sure if it's the red velvet cake or the feral kitty. Here, have a ferret.

[giglet.livejournal.com]

/pets Res

Days Weeks Months like that really really suck.

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

It's Draco! I haven't seen him for years. He hasn't improved much, has he?

[cat-latin.livejournal.com]

"I write entries like this all the time and never post them. I'm putting this one up chiefly because I want to see whether or not LJ will prevent me from posting it."

Oh, man, I'm so glad LJ let you post this. That would have been...bad.

[fabularasa.livejournal.com]

Hee! Actually, this ferret's name is Jeffrey, although he is cat-related -- he is named for the 18th c. poet Jeffrey Smart, the one who wrote the long epic poem about his cat. amanuensis1 made me the icon, and lest you think I actually own said ferret, he is a (minor) character in my book. (Which no, is not about talking animals.)

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

"For the cherub cat is a term of the angel tiger." Jeoffrey is a character in the odd little comedy that is our family life; even the kidlet can quote bits of that poem, from having them quoted to her so often. (Actually the cat's name was Jeoffrey; the poet's name was Christopher.)

We went to the pet store not long ago and saw ferrets playing like cats, pouncing upon the keychain of one of the employees. I think they'd probably make great pets if they didn't stink so bad.

For some reason it makes me happy, though, that your book has a ferret named Jeffrey in it.

I'm running out of animal icons.

[fabularasa.livejournal.com]

You're right ! You're right! After so long of thinking and writing about Jeffrey (I didn't think average modern readers would grok the Jeoffrey spelling) poor old Kit just got subsumed in his, er, kitty. Which I don't suppose, in the end, he would have complained about, bless him. I am of Dr. Johnson's opinion when it comes to him, that you couldn't find a better person to pray with.

And the epilogue of the book (first draft; don't think that sort of preciousness will survive in the re-write) was entitled Jubilate Agno. Your wombats win.

[hypothalamus.livejournal.com]

That's an incredibly radical icon.

Hmm. Maybe, if you'd read your horoscope, it would have said "Just stay in bed for awhile. Maybe pull the covers over your head, because seriously, nothing is going to go right for you."

That would actually be an impressively dismal fortune cookie, or something.

Have you like-- offended any little old women lately? Maybe ones who looked sort of poor and asked for your help? Covered wagon broken down by the side of the road, sort of thing, but you just flipped her off?

Well, hopefully it gets better!

[jaebi-lit.livejournal.com]

I hope that some of the walls have lifted out of your way or spontaneously dematerialized!