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I got up early this morning, intending to get some unpacking done. I hadn't realized how quickly it would go - the boxes and padding needed for the next round of dishes are no longer in use for the last round of dishes.
In a little bit, Scott and I will head out to go to the movie - he works for Hollywood Video, they give out free movie-screening passes. Pity it's not for something like Spiderman, but I've often enjoyed the various children's movies that are the more usual fare a great deal more than I expected. This time it's "Spirit, Stallion of the Cimarron". At any rate, it starts at nine, but up in Tigard (to think, we used to be able to leave for those 10 minutes beforehand).
I expect it to be out between 10:30 and 11:00 (the movie's less than an hour and a half, but I've yet to meet one that starts at the start-time). Then we go over to the apartment, and pack the aforementioned dishes. By the time my parents arrive, we should have the whole mess ready to load up in segments and good to go.
And in the meanwhile? In the meanwhile, I'm sitting here, typing and glancing at my screen now and then, and watching the pasture most of the time. It's clear, but the pasture is dew-misted, or looks it. The sun is fairly high up, and yet it's cloud-covered, so everything is softened. The greens are still very intense, and the cluster of trees which surrounds and hides the house (that goes to the pasture) are a lovely mix of colors, including several purplish ones.
I have the window open, to let the cool morning air in, and also to let in the bird song. Twitter and cheep and chirp and on and on. There have to be five or six different species calling out there, and way more than that in individual birds, but I've never learned to identify bird calls. Maybe I should. Then again, maybe I'll just go on enjoying the sound without categorizing it.
In a little bit, Scott and I will head out to go to the movie - he works for Hollywood Video, they give out free movie-screening passes. Pity it's not for something like Spiderman, but I've often enjoyed the various children's movies that are the more usual fare a great deal more than I expected. This time it's "Spirit, Stallion of the Cimarron". At any rate, it starts at nine, but up in Tigard (to think, we used to be able to leave for those 10 minutes beforehand).
I expect it to be out between 10:30 and 11:00 (the movie's less than an hour and a half, but I've yet to meet one that starts at the start-time). Then we go over to the apartment, and pack the aforementioned dishes. By the time my parents arrive, we should have the whole mess ready to load up in segments and good to go.
And in the meanwhile? In the meanwhile, I'm sitting here, typing and glancing at my screen now and then, and watching the pasture most of the time. It's clear, but the pasture is dew-misted, or looks it. The sun is fairly high up, and yet it's cloud-covered, so everything is softened. The greens are still very intense, and the cluster of trees which surrounds and hides the house (that goes to the pasture) are a lovely mix of colors, including several purplish ones.
I have the window open, to let the cool morning air in, and also to let in the bird song. Twitter and cheep and chirp and on and on. There have to be five or six different species calling out there, and way more than that in individual birds, but I've never learned to identify bird calls. Maybe I should. Then again, maybe I'll just go on enjoying the sound without categorizing it.
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Especially as I love reading your descriptions. ^_^
*winces* Sorry 'bout the china.
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