A Reprise

Here's Schmap with two of my photos of River Legacy Park. I'm afraid it rather looks like a wasteland in those winter photos. All the same, I'm thrilled.

My second Aunt Martha fruit is done. I was afraid it would not turn out as well. I ripped out and redid a few sections. I'm glad I did, because I think it turned out even better than the pear. I  won't be able to complete the grape until I get new contacts. I have been way past due for them, anyway, but doing this kind of work has temporarily wrecked my vision. I  need my embroidery. I have gotten really attached to doing this. I may have to switch to glasses just to work on it. I really want to finish the whole fruit set. I have a ton of these transfers in my sewing desk, and I have big plans.

I've spent almost the entirety of the last two days reading over The CSS Anthology: 101 Essential Tips, Tricks & Hacks . I understand that CSS and HTML go in two different places in a web page, that CSS is used to control HTML. It has given me a much better understanding of the code in general, and I think I will have a lot of use for it in designing and altering my own pages. I have always dreamed of making my own version of the Backpackit pages, customizing my Album , having my own design for Winter Light, and having all of it matching.

Schmap may include some of my photos of River Legacy Park in their online guide, like they did of my Lincoln Park, Chicago, picture. That is so exciting, because even though I loved Lincoln Park, I was only there once, and did not feel bonded with it the way I do with River Legacy.

My pear embroidery/cross-stitch from an Aunt Martha transfer. I'm also planning to make the orange, grapes and strawberries and frame them for the kitchen. 

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I dreamed in darkness, cold and alone. Phantasms shifted around me, frightening me, but I was powerless to escape them or even move, as I was sealed in a casket. I thought of the Queen, my Stepmother, and tears dripped from my eyes as I considered the quasi-poignant moments we had once shared, when we might have been considered to be close, when the Queen had nearly been a mother to me, and the face of love had shone radiantly upon me, before eclipsed again by the storms of Venus. I thought of the huntsman, stung to consider that my only friend had been poised to betray me, to kill me, and again in my mind I felt the horror of his shadow, of waiting while he came behind me, knowing there was no escape for me from a death he would inflict. My heart lifted as images of the Prince entered my mind, his grace atop a white-maned horse, always out of my reach, just beyond the words I longed to speak. If only there had been more time for us to fall in love. He might have saved me from those...

Ah...! I got my long-awaited Niles and C.C. ep today! Here's a clip from YouTube, but I have a quality version to add to my Nanny favorites DVD. Well, I did not do all of the things on my little list, but I did some of them. I picked up an interesting-looking spray paint from Hobby Lobby for the strawberry bed. It gives it a rough-hewn surface meant to look like stone. That's the first time I ever spray-painted anything. I had no idea it was so easy, just point and spray. It was somewhat forgiving, especially since the texture is uneven by default. I made a meat pie. Ah, it was good. I am nearly done with a few of my books now, namely Wild Rain, Rebel Angels and The Last Man, so we will see how far I can get tonight. It's rather clever in The Last Man, that Lionel actually contracts the plague but recovers from it, so no matter what happens, he can't die from it, and he's the last man. I didn't know they knew so much about medicine in the early 1800's. I...

Of all the pictures I tried to take this morning of our lovely view, none turned out.  Here is an image of my pig from Summer Party. Nathan bought him for me last night. He is such a sweet addition to my desk and will remind me of summer evenings and bubble tea with Nathan. I am really feverish about being at work today. I didn't work on our home last night. The rest has done me good, but I am doubly anxious for tonight to come.

The spiritual man's monster truck

   I loved this place, high above the city. You have to climb up to it; it's called "Mountain."

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