Five Things for Saturday Night
Saturday, November 5th, 2005 10:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
1. I don't think I've ever been living in an urban area, with cats, on November 5th before. Poor darlings! They've spent the evening huddled together behind the kitchen door, trembling at the noise. These two can't usually bear to be in the same room as one another.
2. Fireworks Night makes me think of my father, who was the one who used to share my glee in them when I was a child. I remember the year when, having fired off all the rockets etc, he set off an out-of-date yachting flare in the middle of the strawberry bed. It lit up the entire garden.
We lived a long way away from our nearest neighbours.
3. Hit 20K on NaNoWriMo thing today. Last year the main problem was Real Life. This year it's Distraction. Hakluyt's Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffiques and Discoveries of the English Nation (1598) is over a million words long, and the spelling is idiosyncratic. I open it up -- thank heavens for e-text -- to find a relevant factoid, and spend hours reading.
4. It was oddly comforting to sit here listening to
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5. I seem to've gone middle-aged overnight, in behaviour and outlook. (Partly why I'm not out partying, or even at a public firework display.) Am hoping this is a temporary, or at least reversible, state.
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Date: Sunday, November 6th, 2005 06:20 pm (UTC)1. My cats are scared too. I find as a result that I who used to like fireworks am now actively hostile to them..
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Date: Sunday, November 6th, 2005 10:51 pm (UTC)(she is currently sitting in the armchair across the room not-looking at me. It looks like she's looking at me, but she can't be. She is aiming her head in my general direction in any case...)