Hectic weekend
Mar. 1st, 2009 01:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartSo, we've finally put down the Christmas tree yesterday - took us long enough - and that meant today was flat-cleaning day. Oh, joy! There are no words to describe how much I hate housework, especially cleaning and ironing. No words in any language, living, dead or artificial. Not even in the Black Speech of Mordor.
Ah, well, somebody has to do it, and I can't expect Mum to run around with the frigging vacuum cleaner (especially as she doesn't have full use of her right arm since she was mugged three yeards ago) or to push heavy furniture out of the way.That's the disadvantage of living in a small flat with furniture that was originally meant for a much larger one. Anyway, that can't be helped, and we've survived it again.
I've decided to put up some of my Hungarian stuff to FictionPress.Com, since Hungarian is now a language option both there and FF.Net. Not that I'd expect reviews or even many readers - my German stuff, too, got largely ignored as well. It doesn't matter. I wanted the things to be available in at least one public archive, and I'm going to put up all the pieces of the Grand Epos (TM), whose middle piece has been borrowed and never returned. Perhaps while typing up the first 400 or so pages I'll get the inspiration to recunstruct that which is lost.
So, can someone get me one of those Harry Potter gizmos; the one with the help of which Hermione managed to work 72 or so hours in a single day? I sure as hell could use one.
Next week: two choir events, on Thursday afternoon and on Sunday morning, plus ungodly amount of the usual work, not to mention rehearsals with the kids, as our annual cultural event is only a month or so away. Ain't life fun?
Actually, it is... assuming people would let me do my work. We'll see.
Ah, well, somebody has to do it, and I can't expect Mum to run around with the frigging vacuum cleaner (especially as she doesn't have full use of her right arm since she was mugged three yeards ago) or to push heavy furniture out of the way.That's the disadvantage of living in a small flat with furniture that was originally meant for a much larger one. Anyway, that can't be helped, and we've survived it again.
I've decided to put up some of my Hungarian stuff to FictionPress.Com, since Hungarian is now a language option both there and FF.Net. Not that I'd expect reviews or even many readers - my German stuff, too, got largely ignored as well. It doesn't matter. I wanted the things to be available in at least one public archive, and I'm going to put up all the pieces of the Grand Epos (TM), whose middle piece has been borrowed and never returned. Perhaps while typing up the first 400 or so pages I'll get the inspiration to recunstruct that which is lost.
So, can someone get me one of those Harry Potter gizmos; the one with the help of which Hermione managed to work 72 or so hours in a single day? I sure as hell could use one.
Next week: two choir events, on Thursday afternoon and on Sunday morning, plus ungodly amount of the usual work, not to mention rehearsals with the kids, as our annual cultural event is only a month or so away. Ain't life fun?
Actually, it is... assuming people would let me do my work. We'll see.
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Date: 2009-03-01 11:06 pm (UTC)