The Bitch is Back
17/03/2009 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIt's Pity Party time again at the Lair. The Dozens of Dementors and their black bitch dogs are back annoying this serpent.
This time we thinks we've finally sussed out their plans of attack since they don't seem to have the imagination to indulge in variety
So it's simply a case of just lying low and waiting until they get bored and then finally getting back to more mundane muggle matters
It's interesting just how often their attacks include inflicting their rasping rattling croaking voices and clammy sticky hands on this particular victim. So much so that the Izzie requested respite from House Elf duties for today and tomorrow. That also means the end of the original plans to get all greened up and go drowning the shamrock over at Petunia's place. Not wanting to be bringing our bad bugs over there
Did manage to score a minor victory over the dreaded beasties the other day. Missed the morning bus by less than a minute on Friday. Normally that would have been just the occasion to indulge in a fit of hissing and Myrtlish moaning about being so utterly useless and stupid and pathetic and other such drama. Instead - drowned out the inner voice. After all, it was Black Friday after all and the serpent was due to deliver a 4 minute speech on the topic of "Black" The serpent's reputation for wickedness was on the line so an extra effort at attendance was called for. So instead of slinking off sulking, pottered off to the duck pond to watch the big juicy moon in the west while waiting for the next bus at 6.50. Would most likely arrive about 7.20 - five minutes after the official start of the meeting. But it was either that or miss the whole thing
Is funny - when the situation seems hopeless - being very late or being ridiculously short staffed at work - that's when things often work out much better than expected. Maybe that's just because you just do what you can rather than panicking and rushing which is infinitely more exhausting and less productive
Was also not particularly well prepared. Three cards each from two different card decks the day before was not very inspiring. Strange that the Emperor turned up twice. That made Izzie think of nasty old Nero. But not being a Latin nut - decided that the black dog by his side in one of the cards had more potential
So basically started with our adventures that morning with the bus and the decision to turn up and delay the pity parties for another day along with other observations about dealing with doom and gloom
Izzie was most delighted when the critic said he was impressed with how we managed to make the topic of depression funny but while at the same time taking it seriously and not being dismissive. He told the serpent never to lose her trait of crazy quirkiness which is almost a trademark by now.
It is truly a strange thing to retain the tiniest flicker of impartial Martian objectivity while immersed in the middle of misery. It's the only thing that keeps the beasts on their leash
Especially amusing then when Uncle Vernon declares that Izzie ought to do something and get medication when he is infinitely more extreme on the bipolar roller coaster ride. Petunia's always telling him that he has to get something done for his dementor problem but of course he does not have a problem. It is everyone else who has got the problem. So it's a bit mean and sneaky for this serpent to come out of the broom cupboard and admit to the strange pets that we are keeping, when his broom cupboard is infinitely bigger and he's keeping a whole menagerie of monsters in there.
Well, it's time to be raiding the bars of Lindt in the Larder and scrubbing the scales in the shower tub
Still not decided whether to stay slinking about here and sulking - really should be decluttering and eying up items on that list or to potter off downtown on a coffee crawl.
This time we thinks we've finally sussed out their plans of attack since they don't seem to have the imagination to indulge in variety
So it's simply a case of just lying low and waiting until they get bored and then finally getting back to more mundane muggle matters
It's interesting just how often their attacks include inflicting their rasping rattling croaking voices and clammy sticky hands on this particular victim. So much so that the Izzie requested respite from House Elf duties for today and tomorrow. That also means the end of the original plans to get all greened up and go drowning the shamrock over at Petunia's place. Not wanting to be bringing our bad bugs over there
Did manage to score a minor victory over the dreaded beasties the other day. Missed the morning bus by less than a minute on Friday. Normally that would have been just the occasion to indulge in a fit of hissing and Myrtlish moaning about being so utterly useless and stupid and pathetic and other such drama. Instead - drowned out the inner voice. After all, it was Black Friday after all and the serpent was due to deliver a 4 minute speech on the topic of "Black" The serpent's reputation for wickedness was on the line so an extra effort at attendance was called for. So instead of slinking off sulking, pottered off to the duck pond to watch the big juicy moon in the west while waiting for the next bus at 6.50. Would most likely arrive about 7.20 - five minutes after the official start of the meeting. But it was either that or miss the whole thing
Is funny - when the situation seems hopeless - being very late or being ridiculously short staffed at work - that's when things often work out much better than expected. Maybe that's just because you just do what you can rather than panicking and rushing which is infinitely more exhausting and less productive
Was also not particularly well prepared. Three cards each from two different card decks the day before was not very inspiring. Strange that the Emperor turned up twice. That made Izzie think of nasty old Nero. But not being a Latin nut - decided that the black dog by his side in one of the cards had more potential
So basically started with our adventures that morning with the bus and the decision to turn up and delay the pity parties for another day along with other observations about dealing with doom and gloom
Izzie was most delighted when the critic said he was impressed with how we managed to make the topic of depression funny but while at the same time taking it seriously and not being dismissive. He told the serpent never to lose her trait of crazy quirkiness which is almost a trademark by now.
It is truly a strange thing to retain the tiniest flicker of impartial Martian objectivity while immersed in the middle of misery. It's the only thing that keeps the beasts on their leash
Especially amusing then when Uncle Vernon declares that Izzie ought to do something and get medication when he is infinitely more extreme on the bipolar roller coaster ride. Petunia's always telling him that he has to get something done for his dementor problem but of course he does not have a problem. It is everyone else who has got the problem. So it's a bit mean and sneaky for this serpent to come out of the broom cupboard and admit to the strange pets that we are keeping, when his broom cupboard is infinitely bigger and he's keeping a whole menagerie of monsters in there.
Well, it's time to be raiding the bars of Lindt in the Larder and scrubbing the scales in the shower tub
Still not decided whether to stay slinking about here and sulking - really should be decluttering and eying up items on that list or to potter off downtown on a coffee crawl.
