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Jan. 19th, 2012 12:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tropeThe Doomtree tour is starting! I have finally found the group for which I want to quit my job and leave my family and become a groupie. I'm absolutely smitten: I am reading Annie Dillard for Dessa's book club, I've got a playlist devoted to POS on constant repeat, and yesterday I considered the mechanics of knitting a "wings and teeth" logo into some of my winter gear. (Because they're from Minnesota! Get it? The frost-bitten center of the American map? Oh, maybe that's just me.)
Other than that, there's too much winter in my winter. I am on the verge of doing some big things, but everything is still locked underground and I'm having a hard time believing that there's anything alive down there that will ever turn green and leafy. I have stories in my head but I don't want to put them down on paper because they will be clumsy, lopsided. I'm willing to grow things, but haven't yet mastered the finer points of fertilizer, pruning shears, or patience. Gah.
Other than that, there's too much winter in my winter. I am on the verge of doing some big things, but everything is still locked underground and I'm having a hard time believing that there's anything alive down there that will ever turn green and leafy. I have stories in my head but I don't want to put them down on paper because they will be clumsy, lopsided. I'm willing to grow things, but haven't yet mastered the finer points of fertilizer, pruning shears, or patience. Gah.
