Ramblings from the 'goblinn

Well, things are improving with Wee Hob, and we have a Dr's appointment scheduled in the next few weeks to see where we are. What else of the good has been going on?

I started posting "Lost Boys" (my Harry Potter post Deathly Hallows fic) and it's getting some good comments, and even made hogwarts_today for it. So welcome to new friends here for that. The final editing/ inevitable rewrite of the end stage is going well. And I have some cool betas helping me out with it.

Wee Hob had his trumpet lesson today and proudly played me his three notes. In a song, no less.

Wee Hob was almost pleasant when asked to do chores this afternoon. Didn't actually do them all but was not awful about it.

I have not yet hit a deer in my parking lot. Quite a feat, as we usually have at least 5 milling about at any one time, munching on the flowers. It's been a hard summer for them. They are lovely to watch from the balcony, though.

It seems to have skipped from summer to winter-- strange, but at least it's cool enough to sleep now. I like sweater weather. Not ice up to your eyebrows weather, but this is nice so far, if odd.

Starbucks is giving out free tunes on iTunes. They pick the song. A couple so far are at least amusing. Sarah Johns "He Hates Me" is a new Country classic, with lines like "we could be honeymooning south of the border, if he'd just drop that restraining order." I hope they put some jazz out at some point.

I get to sing my newly composed "Set me as a Seal" (from Song of Songs, wedding text) for some dear friends celebrating their 20th anniversary with a special mass. I really did want to break that one in somewhere besides an actual wedding, where you just look at the clueless young lovers and go-- "This is so very doomed." T and C have made it 20 years, so I think they're in it for the long haul.

And the new beta customize area that lets you kind of preview what your journal will look like in a particular style, is a little too cool. I keep clicking on it when I'm bored or procrastinating and changing my layout again. Most friends, of course, see my journal in their own style, but people following links from elsewhere may well be wondering what is wrong with me. Ah well.

I better call Wee Hob in from the woods and get back to my writing. Good night, all.

Hob