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cabbitzilla) wrote2004-11-28 05:53 pm
cabbitzilla) wrote2004-11-28 05:53 pm
The Mold Warrior -or- Ellie Versus The Addition
Another strafe on the addition was done today; the wasted lands beyond the door did their best to take the warrior down. Foes, falling objects, weapons... nothing seemed to do much but slow her for brief periods. And then... she ran out of fuel...
Meaning my supply of caffeinated beverages ran out, along with the remaining clean boxes and tape. There are ten boxes remaining, victory so teasingly close, but when I ran out of fuel and then had the light bulb burn out where I'm working, I had to throw in the towel for the moment.
The lost? Added to the list of things difficult (if even possible) to replace:
On the plus side, and this time there IS most definitely a plus side...
About halfway down a stack of boxes, I found one with Lady Winter's handwriting on the top, labeling it as 'cooking implements'. WIthin the box, I found the small deep fryer I'd bought for the Hearth, the electric mixer that I'd painstakingly repaired after another pet managed to burn out the motor, and the set of oak-handled knives that'd been bought for me when my duties were expanded to include some of the cooking.
I... I had thought that everything had been packed into the moving van She'd hired. I don't remember this box leaving with me, nor do I remember it being moved from the Calvert house up to Glen Burnie. Silly little flit that I am, I curled up in a ball around the mixer and cried for almost an hour... remembering the praise I'd gotten for refusing to give up on the repair. I have my keepsakes. They're not the ones I would have chosen myself... but ... they are probably more appropriate and useful. I'm not known for thrifty thought when it comes to memory pieces. These... though battered and heavily used... there are a good many memories attached to each. And some of the pressure that's been sitting on my chest for the last week has lessened.
I'm far from happy with the amount and nature of the destroyed materials... but I can face the end of this project now without the grief that's been dogging my heels.
In other news, in spite of the still uncooperative DSL, I ventured back into Gaia. It... is not something I recommend doing via dial-up, but... I was suffering from withdrawal. Lots of new faces, and a few very very dear remembered ones. And other than that... I'm gonna go take a nap. :p
Meaning my supply of caffeinated beverages ran out, along with the remaining clean boxes and tape. There are ten boxes remaining, victory so teasingly close, but when I ran out of fuel and then had the light bulb burn out where I'm working, I had to throw in the towel for the moment.
The lost? Added to the list of things difficult (if even possible) to replace:
- My German/English side-by-side Bible
- My Latin/English side-by-side Bible
- Three more large boxes of assorted hardcover books
- A steamer trunk, along with the kitchen appliances it contained
- Two boxes of towels I didn't even know we had...
On the plus side, and this time there IS most definitely a plus side...
About halfway down a stack of boxes, I found one with Lady Winter's handwriting on the top, labeling it as 'cooking implements'. WIthin the box, I found the small deep fryer I'd bought for the Hearth, the electric mixer that I'd painstakingly repaired after another pet managed to burn out the motor, and the set of oak-handled knives that'd been bought for me when my duties were expanded to include some of the cooking.
I... I had thought that everything had been packed into the moving van She'd hired. I don't remember this box leaving with me, nor do I remember it being moved from the Calvert house up to Glen Burnie. Silly little flit that I am, I curled up in a ball around the mixer and cried for almost an hour... remembering the praise I'd gotten for refusing to give up on the repair. I have my keepsakes. They're not the ones I would have chosen myself... but ... they are probably more appropriate and useful. I'm not known for thrifty thought when it comes to memory pieces. These... though battered and heavily used... there are a good many memories attached to each. And some of the pressure that's been sitting on my chest for the last week has lessened.
I'm far from happy with the amount and nature of the destroyed materials... but I can face the end of this project now without the grief that's been dogging my heels.
In other news, in spite of the still uncooperative DSL, I ventured back into Gaia. It... is not something I recommend doing via dial-up, but... I was suffering from withdrawal. Lots of new faces, and a few very very dear remembered ones. And other than that... I'm gonna go take a nap. :p