Category: general

I meant to do a lot of chores this weekend.

On Saturday while I was waiting for Harry Potter to arrive, I sorted my pants. I went through every pair of pants I own, tried them on, and sorted them into the following categories: too big, nice pants that fit and need to be cleaned, nice pants that fit and need buttons sewn on, casual pants and shorts, workout pants, and what I like to call “house pants” which I will never wear in front of people.

Most of my jeans are too big now. There are also several pairs of slacks in the “too big” pile. I’ve ended up with extra room in my dresser, where I may end up putting some of the nice pants, instead of hanging them up. Hanging up pants is nice, but they seem to end up getting a line of dust at the point where they drape over the hanger…

At any rate, I was hoping to get the dust cleaned off the nice pants (there are like 6 pairs of pants that I couldn’t wear before that fit now and look great), and to get the buttons sewn on the two pair that needed it, but I didn’t.

The kitchen has stayed clean this weekend, which is good. I did not do any laundry.

We are in dire need of groceries. The toilet paper reserve is practically empty. However, I did not go to the store.

I did clean Sean’s bathroom, to an extent. I washed out the tub and sink and toilet. I did not sweep or mop.

Speaking of floors, the whole apartment could use a good vacuuming, and the kitchen needs to be mopped.

You know what, I think I’ll just go to Wal-Mart. I had a nap earlier, because I was feeling drained, and now I’m wide awake but with nothing to do. I think I’ll go get some of this shopping out of the way.

Via Miss Em.

“What Kind of Soul Do You Retain?”

Loving
You have a very warm and loving aura about your soul and believe in the virtues of Love. To you, there is a bright side to everything! You are the polar opposite of the Dark soul.

All of the possible quiz results for this quiz:

• Free (You scored 2)
• Dark (You scored 1)
• Tortured (You scored 0)
• Forgotten (You scored 2)
• Loving (You scored 5)

Right now, I seriously need comfort food.

So I’m going to eat.

Maybe brownies.

I was cleaning Sean’s bathroom, and I inhaled a lot of chlorine fumes…not very smart, Heather.

Check it.

The Chronicle has an article about the proposed shopping center on Riverwatch at I-20. It goes into some interesting details, including the following:

Developers are also on the precipice of an approval from the Augusta Canal Authority, a group whose master plan includes protecting the canal and its surrounding area while fostering economic growth.

Although the authority has in the past opposed various developments proposed for the area, it sees eye to eye, for the most part, with the Riverwatch development group.

“I can’t say enough about their attitude and sensitivity toward what the canal is in terms of making their development compatible,” authority executive director Dayton Sherrouse said.

Developers and authority members have worked through most concerns during the past year.

“Thus far we’re in agreement with them; they’ve been cooperative with us,” Mr. Sherrouse said.

The authority has even loosely agreed to add a new trail network along the canal and build a small docking facility at an inlet near the retail center.

Mr. Sherrouse said approving the shopping center project could occur in as little as 30 days.

Wouldn’t it be interesting if we could take a side path off the Augusta Canal Trail, and go shopping? I hope the center has plenty of bike racks.

Given what I realized this morning, I have to say that this book is horribly, brilliantly tragic.

He had to do it, didn’t he? He’d made an Unbreakable Vow.

Dumbledore must have sensed it.

They’ll never trust him again…

It was too normal, it was like all the bad stuff was happening vaguely in the distance, like the main characters lived in a safe little vacuum bubble and all they had to do was take their classes and speculate every now and then and worry about trifles like love lives and Quidditch. They weren’t really involved…

…and then suddenly, violently, at the very end, they were.

And Harry turned out to be wrong in a way that was somewhat surprising, but not particularly unwelcome…but right in a way I fervently did not want him to be.

Because it means that Dumbledore was wrong.

I do not want Dumbledore to be wrong.

It scares me to think what else he might have been wrong about.

All I can do is cling numbly to Dumbledore’s idealism and try to imagine some way, any way, for the betrayal to be untrue. And make no mistake, I imagined a way–but the book seemed bound and determined to beat that way out of me, make it impossible.

It’s over, the book said. This is the way it is, sorry.

I can’t stand it.

And now I just feel…numb. I finished, lying on my stomach on the bed, and I just laid my head in my arms and stared at the comforter. I closed the book, and put it away.

Numb. Just…I don’t know. I had an inkling of what was going to happen. But as events unfolded I convinced myself that maybe it would be someone else, that the rumors had been false. And then it happened, and of course it fits. It’s the prototypical legend; it had to happen that way. But it’s just…like Harry, I feel like something in my chest has been flattened.

There’s something that just isn’t right, about what happened, about Dumbledore pleading, “Severus…” There’s something that isn’t right about what Snape did.

I just…can’t believe it.

Kentuckians can bid a cheerful farewell to the smiley-face license plates. Yay!

I was given to understand that I would be in need of tissues…but so far, the only tears I have come remotely close to shedding have been tears of laughter. Some of these scenes are just fantastic…and of course, Dumbledore’s lines are almost all ROFL worthy. During several places I have literally been unable to keep reading, due to laughing so hard.

Things just don’t feel as…desperate, I guess, as they did in Order of the Phoenix, even though some really heavy things are, in fact, occurring.

BTW, it’s looking like it’ll be Harry and Ginny after all…or at least, Harry wants it to be Harry and Ginny. But at least the movement down that path has been fairly realistic, although I think Harry’s blossoming feelings seem a little out of the blue.

Oh, and someone needs to smack Ron and Hermione.

That is all.

Well, I love you, Dumbledore!

Brooke and I were eating Subway and had gotten through an episode or two of Kyou Kara Maou when the mailman knocked hard on the door. I went to open it.

“Meadows?” he asked. I looked at the package in his hand, which was different from most Amazon boxes. It was white, with green text asking “Who is the Half-Blood Prince?” and warnings to “Please Do Not Open Until July 16! Please Do Not Deliver Until July 16!”

“My Harry Potter book is here!” I cried gleefully. The mailman grinned and handed it over.

Oddly, I did not immediately kick Brooke out of the house and get to reading. Instead, we watched more episodes, getting through episode 5 and the giant skeleton made of garbage. I would have watched more, but Brooke had to go meet her mom.

Kyou Kara Maou is that damn good, people. It’s good enough for me to put off Harry Potter.

But now! Now, I read.

See you in quite a few hours ;>