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[phineasjones]

is it weird/wrong that i just don't want to read other people's painful/sad thoughts about sirius' death? i don't. with a few exceptions - people with whom i shared sirius/remus love before ootp, people i know well. i don't want to know how other people see remus' grief. i don't want to read about how much they love him. no. i want my thoughts and feelings on those topics all to myself. not very fandom-friendly of me. but i can't control this grrrrrr feeling i get when i read other people's posts on the topic. or don't read them, as is more frequently the case.


aaahhh. morning in swampscott. i just drove rach to the subway. poor dear is back to work. yesterday when i was up in the room we're sleeping in on the third floor, i kept noticing an icky smell. in a house with 5 cats and 2 dogs, it seemed quite possible there was something unpleasant lurking somewhere. but i didn't see anything. this morning, as i lay under the skylight, waking up, i noticed the smell again and realized what it is. the ocean. the smelly, smelly ocean. ah yes. ::holds nose::

here in the suburbs it seems that there is always a lawnmower running somewhere nearby.

timothy, the friendliest cat in the world, is cuddled up against my arm as i type. ::sigh:: my psychokitty would never do that.

i am looking forward to my day. except for the dentist appointment, i think it will be pleasant. it's beautiful out and much cooler and breezier here by the water than it is in the city. and i have some energy back finally. maybe i'll even do a few useful things.

and i have to call harrimad_sol and hominidj to see if we had electricity in the apartment last night. mm. yes.

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[starbuckle.livejournal.com]

is it weird/wrong that i just don't want to read other people's painful/sad thoughts about sirius' death?

i don't think it's weird or wrong. for me, things that affect me that deeply on an emotional level i'm often reluctant to discuss because of the isolated feel those deep reactions create in me. the example that leaps to mind for me right now is hamlet. i saw the RNT do an amazing touring production at the guthrie theater in mpls two years ago now and afterwards i didn't want to talk about it with anyone, i just wanted to watch the end in my mind's eye over and over again and cry and cry and cry. some pain is meant to be shared, other pain is not. you take care of yourself the best way you know how.

yes, we have electricity

[hominidj.livejournal.com]

and kitty is fine. she was very friendly when we got there last night. this morning she was not friendly. oh well. the key you gave us for the front door only works on the back door. don't know what's up with that, but it's not a problem. also, your downstairs neighbor dave is very nice. i loaned him the key to the downstairs door, because he didn't have his own (the 3rd floor people don't either) and he copied it and gave it back to me this morning. so you've already done your downstairs neighbor a favor, albeit indirectly.

Re: yes, we have electricity

[phineasjones.livejournal.com]

yay! oh thank you thank you. it gives me such peace of mind that you guys are there with the kitty and all of our crap. i will be eternally grateful. and now you're even in good with the neighbors! fantastic!

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