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brightbluegirlYesterday we let Bear outside for the first time ever (in the new place). He remembered his collar, and didn't even blink when I put it on him, although it's been 3 years since he wore it at all. He went outside and played in the bushes, argued with the neighbours cat until the neighbour's cat lay down on his belly in submission (That's my Bear!), and then lay on the porch until I let him back in the house. Penelope really wanted to go out, too, but I don't have a collar for her yet. She even cried at the door! I didn't think she cared about going out. I guess I was wrong.
We also dyed our hair yesterday. Andrew's is a terrific magenta with some purple tips, and mine is the usual blue with green streaks in the front. It makes me SO happy to have blue hair...
But my mother called yesterday, and I invited her to come down for Christmas. We're both very excited about that - I really want to HOST Christmas this year, it's about time. I've never had a Christmas tree of my very own, since I've been living on my own, and I want to make a big Christmas dinner, and sit on the couch with warm tea and look at the Christmas lights. I want a wonderful special Christmas with presents under the tree and love surrounding me.
My mom doesn't deal well with body modification. And she HATES dyed hair. She can't get past it, as much as she tries. She's very into what (conservative) other people think. So I think Andrew and I might dye our hair back to "natural" colours for her visit. She'll only be here for a week or so, and I'm so fine with dying my hair for that time, to make her happy. I think of it as a Christmas present to her.
I've hear several people say it's odd that I celebrate Christmas. But the name means nothing to me. Not even the "reason" our society celebrates Christmas. I think of it as solstice with presents. And I really enjoy the excuse to relax, and the occasion, and even the memories I have of sweet Christmas-es past. It's just a title, really.
It's the same as my thoughts that names don't matter. My name doesn't matter - people can call me whatever they like, as long as I know they're talking about me. It's just a title, it's not part of me.
I made bread on the weekend. Oat bread. MMMMmmmmMMmmMMMMMmmm. Life is good. I love having a quiet lifestyle that lets me make good food and bake bread every week. It's idyllic.
We also dyed our hair yesterday. Andrew's is a terrific magenta with some purple tips, and mine is the usual blue with green streaks in the front. It makes me SO happy to have blue hair...
But my mother called yesterday, and I invited her to come down for Christmas. We're both very excited about that - I really want to HOST Christmas this year, it's about time. I've never had a Christmas tree of my very own, since I've been living on my own, and I want to make a big Christmas dinner, and sit on the couch with warm tea and look at the Christmas lights. I want a wonderful special Christmas with presents under the tree and love surrounding me.
My mom doesn't deal well with body modification. And she HATES dyed hair. She can't get past it, as much as she tries. She's very into what (conservative) other people think. So I think Andrew and I might dye our hair back to "natural" colours for her visit. She'll only be here for a week or so, and I'm so fine with dying my hair for that time, to make her happy. I think of it as a Christmas present to her.
I've hear several people say it's odd that I celebrate Christmas. But the name means nothing to me. Not even the "reason" our society celebrates Christmas. I think of it as solstice with presents. And I really enjoy the excuse to relax, and the occasion, and even the memories I have of sweet Christmas-es past. It's just a title, really.
It's the same as my thoughts that names don't matter. My name doesn't matter - people can call me whatever they like, as long as I know they're talking about me. It's just a title, it's not part of me.
I made bread on the weekend. Oat bread. MMMMmmmmMMmmMMMMMmmm. Life is good. I love having a quiet lifestyle that lets me make good food and bake bread every week. It's idyllic.
