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Jun. 5th, 2002 12:54 pmWalked down the hall after lunch yesterday, on the way back from the pharmacy, and had to stop to inhale and reminisce.
It smelled like the basement in my grandmother's house.
Sensory memory is an amazing thing. Of course, then I got all depressed because my cousin, who bought the house, has practically demolished it with all his structural changes.
I haven't seen the house yet. I don't think I want to. I wanted things to stay the same, dammit! Well . . . the addition of central air was a good thing. New carpeting and replacement appliances . . . also acceptable.
Painting the house white? Marginal, but after much tooth-gnashing, I learned to deal. Breaking down the division between the kitchen and dining room? Oh, all right. After all, Grandpop put that in there, so it's not like it's got real historical value or anything.
Tearing out the entire back wall and building a walk-out deck? Closing off basement access? Positively sacreligious. And stupid, too, but hey. My cousin was never well-known for his brains.
I think I have bigger issues with change then I ever realized. I feel a full-scale wail of horror coming on.
Perhaps I should have some lunch. Chicken salad sounds good. And chocolate is always good at warding off imminent depression.
For those of you who have been asking what's up with my writing . . . I'm working on it. I swear. And I really *am* going to try my damnedest to make Clark and Lex have sex in front of me, this time.
I know. I say that every time. It's just that . . . when the story's coming hard, sex is the easiest thing to cut.>
It smelled like the basement in my grandmother's house.
Sensory memory is an amazing thing. Of course, then I got all depressed because my cousin, who bought the house, has practically demolished it with all his structural changes.
I haven't seen the house yet. I don't think I want to. I wanted things to stay the same, dammit! Well . . . the addition of central air was a good thing. New carpeting and replacement appliances . . . also acceptable.
Painting the house white? Marginal, but after much tooth-gnashing, I learned to deal. Breaking down the division between the kitchen and dining room? Oh, all right. After all, Grandpop put that in there, so it's not like it's got real historical value or anything.
Tearing out the entire back wall and building a walk-out deck? Closing off basement access? Positively sacreligious. And stupid, too, but hey. My cousin was never well-known for his brains.
I think I have bigger issues with change then I ever realized. I feel a full-scale wail of horror coming on.
Perhaps I should have some lunch. Chicken salad sounds good. And chocolate is always good at warding off imminent depression.
For those of you who have been asking what's up with my writing . . . I'm working on it. I swear. And I really *am* going to try my damnedest to make Clark and Lex have sex in front of me, this time.
I know. I say that every time. It's just that . . . when the story's coming hard, sex is the easiest thing to cut.>
