Lame...

[altivo]

So the weekend is here. It was supposed to stay dry for a week. Guess what the forecast is now: "Periods of chances of thunderstorms through Thursday."

On the windowsill over my desk at work there are a lot of plush toys. And a potted cyclamen in a ceramic container shaped like a lion, you know, one of those recumbent statues like on the steps of the New York Public Library? Anyway, the current plant is a cyclamen with crimson blooms when it flowers. Gary got it for me for Valentine's Day. It quit blooming and no one remembered to water it for a week while I was on vacation in May. It all shriveled up, but recovered. Turns out that cyclamens are supposed to do that to "recuperate" and now that it's getting water regularly it has doubled in size and is full of new flower buds. The first one opened on Tuesday. It's very bright red. And then I started seeing hummingbirds. They apparently see the red flower through the windowglass and decide it looks yummy. Only they can't get to it of course. None of them have crashed into the glass, fortunately. They fly up to it in their precise little way and stop. Then they hover there for a second looking disappointed and buzz away. Fortunately we have a feeder with sugar water in it within 15 feet or so, and they've drained that in two days.

More tech support issues with a different product. This has been ongoing for a week now, just like the last time they insisted that I "upgrade" their stuff. Then they wonder why I say "No" when they want me to upgrade.

I put some samples of my woven projects up on weavolution.com. The site is only about half-baked at the moment, and has some large bugs. The purple onions piece has been "faved" a couple of times already, though.

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Half asleep your dragged from bed, your horses
are in the house.

In the house?

"GET ON!"

You stumble around and someone boosts you on
a horse and then your flying, in the dark, the
moon giving the only light, and fitfully through
clouds, there is a red glow to the east, and
herds screaming and running in there thousands
around you, things are moving in the sky, machines,
you think, but you can't be sure because the
horse under you is jinking and moving with
speed, like kettle drums there are horses all
around and your bouncing, the stinky scent of
horse farts and their hair and the screams
and whinnies of equines but your suddenly
bolted out from that mass like cannon shot
across open fields, the horse dodging holes
and culverts and then, finally, stopping, all
lathered.

"GET OFF!"

A strong hand pulls you down so you hit the slick
grass with a thud, the horse pounds away.

"This way"

When you don't move a hand is on your shoulder.

"C'MON!"

You move but with confusion and end up at a
small copse of trees.

"Hold the weapons"

Your not sure what the pipes are but you hold
them and then a light comes from the ground and
your dropped in and theres a clang of something
shutting with a finality.

"Mother...this is Altivo"

In your underwear, needing a shave, stinking of
sleep and a hard ride and absolute confusion, you
meet the matriarch of the horse clan.

[altivo.livejournal.com]

I think my horses would treat me a little better than that.

The matriarch, maybe not. Depends on how narrow minded she is. ;p