Stuff. And a Drabble.
Haven't posted much, lately, even though stuff is happening all the time.
Work is a little weird. Still getting used to new boss, but making some progress (or I like to think so).
The Boa Sisters went out last week and had a Mah-velous Time, Dahling! -- dinner at Maggiano's (Bread, Eggplant Parmesan, and Profiteroles: Mmmmmmm!) with browsing at Barnes and Noble after.
ladymora's birthday/swim/bbq bash was Saturday, and a good time was had by all, at least until our poor little cockatiel, Ninnie, escaped into the wild -- very, very upsetting, that.
Sunday we took Mom to see The March of the Penguins, which was really, really good -- everyone should go see it. Then we drove down to have dinner at The Shoals Restaurant at the Cliff House Inn near La Conchita and had a lovely dinner, right by the ocean.
Monday was Mom's actual birthday (90!!) and the cleaners were coming (a necessity after the par-tay). So we hung around here most of the day, and I planted the flat of Impatiens that weemonkey6 bought her grandma. Later, we went to Mimi's for dinner, and to another movie, Mr. & Mrs. Smith, which neither of us were crazy about, unfortunately. I just cannot get enthused about Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie had done something strange to her lips, and their characters were not the sort one really cares about. The violence got boring after a while, and there were some not so subtle digs at Christianity, which is something that always gripes me -- not that I am fanatically religious or anything, but why is it always open season on Christians? And if one takes offense one is just too bourgeois to understand that kind of humor. My ass.
Wrote a last minute double drabble for the challenge at Black Pearl Sails. Here it is, unbetaed, with an element swiped from viva_gloria. Or tessabeth. I forget which.
~ By the Light of a Single Lantern ~
The map's curling edges were weighted with rock, dagger, apple, and inkwell. He dipped a quill into the latter, carefully drew a line along the straightedge he'd set, then wrote something next the line, the scratch of it audible in the quiet night.
Ana slid from the bed, wrapping a blanket `round her, and padded over to where he sat, the sole smooth and cool beneath her bare feet. "What're you doing?" she murmured. "What time is it?"
"Late. I couldn't sleep. Gettin' a fix on our next move."
He was shirtless, and she set her hand soft on his shoulder (deep bronze to her paler, creamy brown)… moved the heavy trinket-laden hair aside… bent, and placed a kiss on his back, just where the old marks of the lash faded.
He smiled, and looked at her as she straightened. "You want something, love?"
"You need your rest, Jack. This'll wait `til morning."
"Told you: I couldn't sleep." But his eyes gleamed as he turned to her, his hands slipping under her blanket.
Breath catching, she gently took his face between her two hands. She had to swallow hard before she could speak. "Maybe I can help with that, Captain."
~.~
Work is a little weird. Still getting used to new boss, but making some progress (or I like to think so).
The Boa Sisters went out last week and had a Mah-velous Time, Dahling! -- dinner at Maggiano's (Bread, Eggplant Parmesan, and Profiteroles: Mmmmmmm!) with browsing at Barnes and Noble after.
ladymora's birthday/swim/bbq bash was Saturday, and a good time was had by all, at least until our poor little cockatiel, Ninnie, escaped into the wild -- very, very upsetting, that.
Sunday we took Mom to see The March of the Penguins, which was really, really good -- everyone should go see it. Then we drove down to have dinner at The Shoals Restaurant at the Cliff House Inn near La Conchita and had a lovely dinner, right by the ocean.
Monday was Mom's actual birthday (90!!) and the cleaners were coming (a necessity after the par-tay). So we hung around here most of the day, and I planted the flat of Impatiens that weemonkey6 bought her grandma. Later, we went to Mimi's for dinner, and to another movie, Mr. & Mrs. Smith, which neither of us were crazy about, unfortunately. I just cannot get enthused about Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie had done something strange to her lips, and their characters were not the sort one really cares about. The violence got boring after a while, and there were some not so subtle digs at Christianity, which is something that always gripes me -- not that I am fanatically religious or anything, but why is it always open season on Christians? And if one takes offense one is just too bourgeois to understand that kind of humor. My ass.
Wrote a last minute double drabble for the challenge at Black Pearl Sails. Here it is, unbetaed, with an element swiped from viva_gloria. Or tessabeth. I forget which.
~ By the Light of a Single Lantern ~
The map's curling edges were weighted with rock, dagger, apple, and inkwell. He dipped a quill into the latter, carefully drew a line along the straightedge he'd set, then wrote something next the line, the scratch of it audible in the quiet night.
Ana slid from the bed, wrapping a blanket `round her, and padded over to where he sat, the sole smooth and cool beneath her bare feet. "What're you doing?" she murmured. "What time is it?"
"Late. I couldn't sleep. Gettin' a fix on our next move."
He was shirtless, and she set her hand soft on his shoulder (deep bronze to her paler, creamy brown)… moved the heavy trinket-laden hair aside… bent, and placed a kiss on his back, just where the old marks of the lash faded.
He smiled, and looked at her as she straightened. "You want something, love?"
"You need your rest, Jack. This'll wait `til morning."
"Told you: I couldn't sleep." But his eyes gleamed as he turned to her, his hands slipping under her blanket.
Breath catching, she gently took his face between her two hands. She had to swallow hard before she could speak. "Maybe I can help with that, Captain."
~.~