Stirred and fried

[altivo]

We had a lot of veggies in the fridge so I made stir fry for dinner. Asparagus, broccoli, green beans, sweet onion, green pepper, with ginger root, garlic, and chicken stock. It was pretty good.

Beautiful day, with all kinds of flowers opening. Blackberries are budding already. Our lilacs are open, there are still some apple blossoms, dandelions dot the pasture, as well as the first clover and violets. Just beyond the fence is a large Japanese plum of some sort and it fills the air with a fragrance rather like cherry pie. White and black trilliums are in bloom, and the oaks are sifting down greenish pollen onto everything. When I went to bring Tess in, the pasture was full of butterflies. Red Admirals by the dozens were feeding on the dandelions, and a few cabbage whites were already in the air as well.

Tess reminds me that the flies are out in force as well, and I should start putting some repellent on her. ;p

Got a few things done, but I still feel sleepy. Must have missed more sleep at that con than I thought.

Comments

[lhexa]

Should I try to be subtle for awhile?

[altivo]

Subtle? No need for that unless you wish to be. I don't mind plain speech.

[lhexa]

*laughs nervously* Well, my life ended up forcing a kind of subtlety on me anyway. -_-;

I guess it's worth saying, though: when you first found me here on Dreamwidth, you mentioned that you had subscribed to me out of a common interest in writing. This puzzled me greatly, because by that time I had figured out that most of my writing to date, philosophical writing, had been consumingly narcissistic: I had been writing myself, and little else. I now consider myself ready to move on to a new style of philosophical writing, and with it new subjects. I plan to publish the first essay of this new style of mine in the 2014 Furry Fiesta conbook, as it happens, but I'm already about halfway finished with the (immensely difficulty) task of its writing. If it feels right to me to share some of the essay's paragraphs prematurely, would you like to read them? I don't expect feedback, honestly, only reception.

*pokes*

[lhexa]

Er, you didn't answer the question. At present, twelve out of twenty-five paragraphs are finished -- I'm going out of order. The finished (and nearly finished) ones are clustered at the front, back, and middle, making each successive paragraph harder -- every new one has to take into account each out-of-order old one. Anyhow, sharing the paragraphs bit by bit would help tremendously with all the connective, and unfinished, paragraphs: if nothing else, I can gauge my own emotional response to the sharing.

Re: *pokes*

[altivo]

I'm willing to read, and comment if you like, though I may not be quick. Life has been very demanding of late.

Re: *pokes*

[lhexa]

Oh, I didn't mean to pressure you, it's just that this essay requires a new level of trust of strangers out of me -- strange, that, but going from writing for the entire world to writing for a single convention has tested my courage and empathy far more than any previous writing. The main purpose in showing it to you would be to see if, and when, I can handle sharing with recent acquaintances.

As for life being demanding... I have a decent hardware store about a quarter mile away from my mother's house here in Austin, and one of the humongous Home Depots about two miles away. One of the biggest southern sorting depots for UPS is also about a mile away -- I worked there for half a year. The combination of all these factors means that I can get raw supplies to you fairly cheaply, if my finances brighten in June. I would just call it fair payment for stress testing of my next style of philosophy. :P