
Renewed my driver's license on Monday. (Note - due to state budget cuts, a quarter of the driver's license offices had closed, including the Castle Rock one.) I sat in the crowded office for probably an hour before they announced that the Littleton DMV, which had previously only handled the vehicles themselves, was now also doing license renewals. There were 60 numbers up still before mine, so I left. There were three people in line at Littleton. I also registered as an organ donor and voter while I could, and went on home.
There are cousins around.... this is a mixed blessing. While it makes it less lonely and occasionally makes there be things to do (like Elitch's Six Flags tomorrow.... bleh), I don't think I see eye-to-eye with most of my extended family on a lot of things. I'm afraid to talk, sometimes, afraid I'll open my mouth and release one of my cynically liberal views, thereby alienating myself, or worse, inviting efforts to set my beliefs right. Of all the places that the ideals I abhor could be made manifest, they had to be my relations.
Took a hike today out into the woods, looking for the little alcove in a far-off gully that I found a couple summers ago. There it was, mossy rock overhang, broken stump, and all. I sat there a while, sipping water and brushing away bugs, and idly trying to clean up the floor to make it a more habitable spot to just sit and be sitting. I really ought to just take a rake or shovel out there and poke around, carve some better seats, expand the flat space and make more defined walls, but it's certainly decent as it is. Throw down a blanket and it's a great spot for a secluded picnic for two people. *makes a note*
I want to make a scabbard for my sword before I head off to RenFest (I'll probably end up there twice this summer, if not three times) but I have no l33t leatherworking skillz. I could sew a thing out of the cloth I have it wrapped in, but I think that might look silly. And I don't really want to go pay a leatherworker just so I can wear the thing around. I'll look around my mom's sewing room and my dad's woodshop; maybe there inspiration will strike.
Idea (regarding ToME): Strip random lostsoul. You die, you lose a piece of clothing. GoodIdea? BadIdea?
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