Today is Steaksgiving at my family’s home. My sister is staying up at her university for today, to see a big rivalry game. She’ll be back in town tomorrow, so we’re going to do Thanksgiving then. Today, I’ll grill with my father, and sew with my mother, and drink beer and watch Bond movies with the both of them. It’s going to be delightful.
I’m working on another blog, a much more frustrated one. It’s not done yet, and I figured that today would not be a good day to air it even if it were finished. I know that it’s been ages since I wrote here last. I don’t know what to say, other than when the spirit has moved me, I’ve been too exhausted to even type. Which is kind of pathetic. But now I’m on a forced holiday, since there aren’t any students at the school, and have regained a bit of my verve.
As the title implies, tattoo season has come. It’s finally consistently cold enough to ensure that I won’t be going diving. And since I’m not much one for hot-tubs, there’s little chance that any part of my body will be submerged in water for quite some time. I’ve been thinking a lot about getting more tattooing done, since more than a year ago.
I thought about getting a tattoo in London, as a sort of permanent souvenir, or at least as permanent a souvenir as one can get. But prices were somewhat prohibitive and I was going through a period of rapid personal change, so I wasn’t sure that whatever I’d get would be something that I’d want further down the road. Since then, I’ve been thinking about tattoos a lot, and will hopefully get another one soon.
I may or may not update this thing when I figure out what I’ll get and where. We’ll see. Either way, that ramble, the grumpy one, will be up soon.
