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So last night a conversation got out of hand involving the upcoming events of Phoenix Rising, and their karoke night. So we presemt to you HP Character Piano Bar Hell! Contributions from yours truly, and others.
Sep. 22nd, 2006
Today I made my pilgrimage to the Metropoltian Museum of Art, which remains my favorite museum of all the places I have ever been. I love it there, from sitting outside on a bench in the cold sunshine to wandering the labyrinth of halls. The Egyptian Wing is the best place, and I make my peace with the universe walking around the Temple of Dendur. It is such a weirdly compelling and beautiful thing. I always want to sit there for hours.
I also the Tiffany windows, a lot of European housewares from the 18th century, and the Sevres porcelain. Few things are so lovely and strange.
It's been a rough day, not the least of which was cutting open the larger-than-a-quarter size blister on the sole of my left foot. I talked to my mother tonight, and my cat Hannah died. She had thyroid problems for a few years, and had to take pills every day. She just slipped away in her sleep; my mother believes it was her heart. I should take comfort in that she didn't seem sick, that she didn't suffer or have to spend days at the clinic getting tested and measured. But it hurts, the bone deep sense of loss. Hannah was one of our rescue kitties. I named her, and looked after her while we fixed her broken kitten shoulder. She was a sweet, lazy tortoise shell cat.
It hurts, it hurts, and I wish I was at home in my own room so I could curl up in my bed.
I also the Tiffany windows, a lot of European housewares from the 18th century, and the Sevres porcelain. Few things are so lovely and strange.
It's been a rough day, not the least of which was cutting open the larger-than-a-quarter size blister on the sole of my left foot. I talked to my mother tonight, and my cat Hannah died. She had thyroid problems for a few years, and had to take pills every day. She just slipped away in her sleep; my mother believes it was her heart. I should take comfort in that she didn't seem sick, that she didn't suffer or have to spend days at the clinic getting tested and measured. But it hurts, the bone deep sense of loss. Hannah was one of our rescue kitties. I named her, and looked after her while we fixed her broken kitten shoulder. She was a sweet, lazy tortoise shell cat.
It hurts, it hurts, and I wish I was at home in my own room so I could curl up in my bed.