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Both of my potential new tenants declined, I think I'm coming down with a cold, and Erik and I are taking a red eye flight to Connecticut tomorrow to spend the week with his parents, which is sure to be extra exciting since we're so close to the election.
All that aside, though, I've had a really great morning. We've still got our crisp, clear indian summer weather -- hell on my garden, but beautiful to bike in. I made it to yoga on time (it's a miracle!) and then went to Orca books armed with the list I gathered yesterday. I narrowed my selections based on price and thickness (since I'm traveling), with a preference for authors I'd never read or read very little of. I ended up with The Bridge of Birds by Barry Hughart, Greenwillow by B. J. Chute, Northshore by Sheri S. Tepper (not a comfort read, I suspect, but on the $1 rack), Sandry's Book by Tamora Pierce (Oddly enough I've read almost no Pierce, but YA with magic + crafts is right up my alley) and Bellwether by Connie Willis (there were two Willis books recommended; I bought the one with sheep). I make take Dealing with Dragons along, too, since that's always been one of my favorites and I was thinking it might be fun to try drawing the characters. All that and a cup of coffee for $25 -- and I got to pet the store's cats, too.
I spent awhile wandering the antique store next door (it's a friendly one, and you never know). Luckily for my wallet, the only things I were interested were either glass or cast iron -- neither of which I can feasibly handle in my bike panier. Then I toddled across the street and scheduled a service call for my gas fireplace. My wallet won't be thrilled, but, eh, maintenance.
There's a new antique/vintage shop right next door to the fireplace place, so I checked that out (I mean, I'd visited every other business on the block, I had to be fair), and that's when the Very Strange Thing happened: I saw a piece of mid-century modern furniture that I... kind of liked.
Now, I'm sure that in reality it's as fugly as every other piece of mid-century modern furniture, and any vague notions otherwise are delusions brought on by my nascent illness, which is clearly worse than I thought. This is why one should visit antique shops with friends -- you never know when you'll need an intervention. "You like that? Here, sit down. I'll get you a glass of water. There there, dear. You're clearly not well." Thankfully it's irrelevant (except as a health diagnostic tool) because I don't have one hundred extra dollars and I was riding a bicycle.
I have a short list of things to do before the flight tomorrow night which all seem very achievable. Laundry. Get four or five plants in the ground (the spots don't have to be permanent). Pay the dental bill.
Oh, yeah, and perform at a concert downtown. I'm really glad it's tonight; cramming an extra rehearsal in means I've had ONE quiet evening at home with my sweety in two weeks, and ONE quiet night to myself. When combined with the room-mate roller coaster it's not surprising that I'm getting sick, really. The upside is that going to Connecticut is starting to feel like a real vacation instead of an obligation. The fact that I won't have to DO anything much helps make up for the fact that I'll be constantly trying to avoid getting roped into political 'discussions' by E's dad. And I can sleep in! FRABJOUS DAY!
All that aside, though, I've had a really great morning. We've still got our crisp, clear indian summer weather -- hell on my garden, but beautiful to bike in. I made it to yoga on time (it's a miracle!) and then went to Orca books armed with the list I gathered yesterday. I narrowed my selections based on price and thickness (since I'm traveling), with a preference for authors I'd never read or read very little of. I ended up with The Bridge of Birds by Barry Hughart, Greenwillow by B. J. Chute, Northshore by Sheri S. Tepper (not a comfort read, I suspect, but on the $1 rack), Sandry's Book by Tamora Pierce (Oddly enough I've read almost no Pierce, but YA with magic + crafts is right up my alley) and Bellwether by Connie Willis (there were two Willis books recommended; I bought the one with sheep). I make take Dealing with Dragons along, too, since that's always been one of my favorites and I was thinking it might be fun to try drawing the characters. All that and a cup of coffee for $25 -- and I got to pet the store's cats, too.
I spent awhile wandering the antique store next door (it's a friendly one, and you never know). Luckily for my wallet, the only things I were interested were either glass or cast iron -- neither of which I can feasibly handle in my bike panier. Then I toddled across the street and scheduled a service call for my gas fireplace. My wallet won't be thrilled, but, eh, maintenance.
There's a new antique/vintage shop right next door to the fireplace place, so I checked that out (I mean, I'd visited every other business on the block, I had to be fair), and that's when the Very Strange Thing happened: I saw a piece of mid-century modern furniture that I... kind of liked.
Now, I'm sure that in reality it's as fugly as every other piece of mid-century modern furniture, and any vague notions otherwise are delusions brought on by my nascent illness, which is clearly worse than I thought. This is why one should visit antique shops with friends -- you never know when you'll need an intervention. "You like that? Here, sit down. I'll get you a glass of water. There there, dear. You're clearly not well." Thankfully it's irrelevant (except as a health diagnostic tool) because I don't have one hundred extra dollars and I was riding a bicycle.
I have a short list of things to do before the flight tomorrow night which all seem very achievable. Laundry. Get four or five plants in the ground (the spots don't have to be permanent). Pay the dental bill.
Oh, yeah, and perform at a concert downtown. I'm really glad it's tonight; cramming an extra rehearsal in means I've had ONE quiet evening at home with my sweety in two weeks, and ONE quiet night to myself. When combined with the room-mate roller coaster it's not surprising that I'm getting sick, really. The upside is that going to Connecticut is starting to feel like a real vacation instead of an obligation. The fact that I won't have to DO anything much helps make up for the fact that I'll be constantly trying to avoid getting roped into political 'discussions' by E's dad. And I can sleep in! FRABJOUS DAY!
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