Which makes me happy to stupidly ridiculous levels. Beause there were a few years when we never spoke and I rang him about a month ago and we talked and now he’s rung back. 
But I have a small problem. I want to make him something for Christmas (that I can mail, he lives in Queensland) and I don’t know what to make. And he says he’s colour blind, which sort of makes my normally colourful things sort of moot. Any ideas? He likes red.
On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, we will remember them.
Lest We forget.
FOR THE FALLEN
Laurence Binyon
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
England mourns for her dead across the sea,
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow,
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again,
They sit no more at familiar tables of home,
They have no lot in our labour of the daytime,
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires and hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the night.
As the stars shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are stary in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
As much as I love NaNoWriMo, in theory, I just. No.
It’s not that the story isn’t there to be written, it is. NaNoWriMo just ends up making me feel crap because I fall behind, inevitably, often because I have things to do. A mother and sister to look after. Christmas things to make, and honestly I’d like to go to bed this Christmas Eve rather than stay up till four am stabbing my fingers to finish gifts. It’s not as though I don’t write all year, because I do. I write fics and stories and poems and ridiculous little drabbles.
I just… ugh.
Stress = Steffi getting her second grey hair before she’s 19.
Four years ago today, when I was fourteen I started my domain. It was…different to what it is now and I had no idea what wordpress was… but I did it. Simple PHP and html and CSS (Cascading Style Sheets) to make what was something that could become so dear to me. Most of the first layouts where horses. I didn’t even realise at the time that I had opened the site on Frodo and Bilbos birthday.
I certainly didn’t realise back then that four years later I’d be sitting here on a subdomain of my site, on my blog, and writing about it. Briefly, but still. I’m working on ideas for a redesign – I was going to roll it out today but I didn’t have time to get to it.
Thanks guys. I hope to be here in four more years.
There’s a few things I think everyone should be able to do on a basic level, especially in these times. I try to learn to do things myself most of the time, the first time I baked a cake from scratch by myself was an extremely satisfying moment for me. Almost as satisfying as the cake itself. I’m a good baker.
Equally satisfying is making a bag, fixing a pair of trousers, making your friends little gifts like beaded bracelets and other things you know they will like. So here’s a little list of suggested needed skills:
For now, I’ll say this is all. Mostly because I have other things to write! Love you all.
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Now playing: Kate Walsh – Talk of the Town
via FoxyTunes
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