...when you can bake a cake and NOT lick the bowl or any of the implements it was made with after it is in the oven.
I have not reached this stage.
In other news, the Christmas cake is baking in the oven!
I've got the urge to post something, but I really dont have much to say. So i'll post a verse from Edgar Allan Poe's poem that has been going round my head recently:
Once upon a midnight dreary...while I pondered weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --
Only this, and nothing more."
I love the line 'Quoth the raven,'Nevermore'.' It sounds so silky on the toungue to say :)
...awaiting the queue to get into my realm of choice on Warcraft, I decided it's about time for my 'I aten't ded' post. Those who know Granny Weatherwax will get the reference :D
So, what have my meanderings been these past few months? I've been back to Glasgow to see some friends (together with a viewing of some rather odd, but amusing, random dancing gentlemen). I've sobbed over Pride and Prejudice again (oh! Mr Darcy!), snuggled up to watch A Series of Unfortunate Events and shamelessly enjoyed Nanny McPhee. I've never claimed to have anything but eclectic taste.
For those who could care less about my wanderings in the lands of Azeroth (aka Warcraft) turn away now. I'm updating just to note for posterity (or is it posterior?) that my paladin and mage are 60, my druid is 57, hunter 40 and warrior 27. Looking back at my previous entries i'm amused at how far I've come. Maybe I can stop when all 8 are 60 ... no I didn't think you'd believe that. It's still rather shocking to me that I can still be so interested in a game, though I guess that half the attraction is the people I play with. It's far more engaging to be fighting the forces of evil with friends than to smite them solo. As Minsc would say, Butt-kicking for goodness!
Those who have averted your eyes my look back now. I leave you with a poem that I recalled as I started to write this note.
Upon my throne
I sit upon my throne, a lonely king.
What will I say, this day, to me did bring -
Happiness, more loneliness, more wealth or poverty?-
I sit upon my throne, a king in slings.
I sit upon my throne, a king alone.
Here where I sit I do not have a phone.
If I loudly shouted, not a soul would hear my words
As I sit here alone upon my throne.
I am the king of all my realms I see.
There is no one in my throne room but me.
I'm the king of my throne seat and it's kind of neat –
Oh, well, I'm done -the bathroom now is free.