"I would stand in line for this"

I had an awesome, too brief weekend.

Friday night, after a quick dinner of baked beans and frantic cleaning, Light and I took a leisurely drive (he drove, I slept) eastwards on Route 2 to pick up Skin. Her house is awesome, i want to move into her town's library, and I think I'd probably be quite fond, if a little terrified, of her mother. (I get the impression she adopts stray children. I might be wrong, but I've always been a little uneasy/fascinated by parents who do that, since the only woman who faux-adopted me in high school used me to grade her papers and clean her bathtub, which seems to miss something of the point. Possibly it was just too much yankee rectitude, or fear of imposition (since I was taught imposing is either the worst possible sin or tied with the sin of other people knowing your family's troubles), but that never happened, and now that it's too late, I want to see if observation will show me what could have happened differently)

Home, by way of Flayvors for icecream and baby-cow viewing, and then aloe, and cuddling on the couch, and bed. One of Skin's ohsoverymany lovely attributes as a guest is her contentedness to sit on the couch and read, which I imagine makes me sound like an awful host, but there's such an overwhelming feeling of peace associated with the experience that I can't find anything negative in it.

Saturday I woke a little earlier than everyone else and curled up on the couch to read and drink tea. Unexpected called, and we shuffled everyone through the shower and then went to fetch her. Light went to his eyedoctor appointment, and the three of us went to the farmers market, where I bought corn and maple candy, and then for breakfast bagels. We parted ways briefly, them to look at hats, me to 'help' light pick out frames for his reading glasses, and then rejoined for the comic book store. Home again, to watch 10 things I hate about you, and then Unexpected went on her way, and Skin, Light and myself picked up takeout thai and ate dinner on a blanket at Hartsbrook school and then watched Macbeth. The show was eh, but outdoor Shakespeare still tugs at some longburied college-era heartstrings, and I'm totally going back for the Much Ado, though I'm not entirely certain how I'll handle seeing it. Home again, more reading, and then another lazy morning of reading, and chai from Panera, lunch at Whole Foods and grocery shopping. Home to drop off the groceries, and we took her first to Lilo and Host's condo for chatting and cuddling and news of Austin, and then to some other lovely friends of hers in sunderland, where we geeked about books and I was saddened by my inability to say "let's do something" to a stranger friend-of-a-friend, but at least I found out who tells the "breathe me fire, breathe me fire, breathe me fire, little dragon" song that I used to sing to my lighter.

Depressed by her leaving (Finland is far, far, far, far too far away and hard to get to), we ate a dinner of leftover homemade spaghetti sauce, boca Italian sausages, hot dog buns and corn on the cob, and did laundry and I sulked. The corn was awesome, but exhausting to convince myself each and every bite was okay, that I'm allowed to bite into things now since my fake tooth is now the most stable part of my entire mouth. I'm glad that I've finally gotten to eat it off the cob, since it's been a couple years since I could do that, but I don't think I'll be eating it regularly for a little while longer.

In other, less Skin-related news, I'm actually getting kind of into Jonathan Strange. I'm still not sold on it, but the pace has picked up a bit. The second season of Lost still hasn't really captured me, but I've got The Hills Have Eyes from Netflix. I've ambitious cooking plans for the week, and a concert I intend to go to up in Greenfield on Thursday, and then game on Friday and out to Somerville Saturday morning, to see B and hopefully Chile and possibly the wax molds of our jewelry, but the MTW part of the week remains wide open. (though we might try to catch PoTC on Tuesday, since Light'll be working from home).

I think I'm commenting even less in LJ, uncertainty towards the proper way to handle rejected/unacknowledged overtures of friendship silencing me. (not that I expect a reply to every comment, the thing rendering me uncertain is more systemic then that). Life goes on, and there are parts that render me depressed, but there are also books and Light and lovely people and cats and my shiny new stove. If I don't find direction, I'll drift, and there are worse things then that.

"I would stand in line for this"

I had an awesome, too brief weekend.

Friday night, after a quick dinner of baked beans and frantic cleaning, Light and I took a leisurely drive (he drove, I slept) eastwards on Route 2 to pick up Skin. Her house is awesome, i want to move into her town's library, and I think I'd probably be quite fond, if a little terrified, of her mother. (I get the impression she adopts stray children. I might be wrong, but I've always been a little uneasy/fascinated by parents who do that, since the only woman who faux-adopted me in high school used me to grade her papers and clean her bathtub, which seems to miss something of the point. Possibly it was just too much yankee rectitude, or fear of imposition (since I was taught imposing is either the worst possible sin or tied with the sin of other people knowing your family's troubles), but that never happened, and now that it's too late, I want to see if observation will show me what could have happened differently)

Home, by way of Flayvors for icecream and baby-cow viewing, and then aloe, and cuddling on the couch, and bed. One of Skin's ohsoverymany lovely attributes as a guest is her contentedness to sit on the couch and read, which I imagine makes me sound like an awful host, but there's such an overwhelming feeling of peace associated with the experience that I can't find anything negative in it.

Saturday I woke a little earlier than everyone else and curled up on the couch to read and drink tea. Unexpected called, and we shuffled everyone through the shower and then went to fetch her. Light went to his eyedoctor appointment, and the three of us went to the farmers market, where I bought corn and maple candy, and then for breakfast bagels. We parted ways briefly, them to look at hats, me to 'help' light pick out frames for his reading glasses, and then rejoined for the comic book store. Home again, to watch 10 things I hate about you, and then Unexpected went on her way, and Skin, Light and myself picked up takeout thai and ate dinner on a blanket at Hartsbrook school and then watched Macbeth. The show was eh, but outdoor Shakespeare still tugs at some longburied college-era heartstrings, and I'm totally going back for the Much Ado, though I'm not entirely certain how I'll handle seeing it. Home again, more reading, and then another lazy morning of reading, and chai from Panera, lunch at Whole Foods and grocery shopping. Home to drop off the groceries, and we took her first to Lilo and Host's condo for chatting and cuddling and news of Austin, and then to some other lovely friends of hers in sunderland, where we geeked about books and I was saddened by my inability to say "let's do something" to a stranger friend-of-a-friend, but at least I found out who tells the "breathe me fire, breathe me fire, breathe me fire, little dragon" song that I used to sing to my lighter.

Depressed by her leaving (Finland is far, far, far, far too far away and hard to get to), we ate a dinner of leftover homemade spaghetti sauce, boca Italian sausages, hot dog buns and corn on the cob, and did laundry and I sulked. The corn was awesome, but exhausting to convince myself each and every bite was okay, that I'm allowed to bite into things now since my fake tooth is now the most stable part of my entire mouth. I'm glad that I've finally gotten to eat it off the cob, since it's been a couple years since I could do that, but I don't think I'll be eating it regularly for a little while longer.

In other, less Skin-related news, I'm actually getting kind of into Jonathan Strange. I'm still not sold on it, but the pace has picked up a bit. The second season of Lost still hasn't really captured me, but I've got The Hills Have Eyes from Netflix. I've ambitious cooking plans for the week, and a concert I intend to go to up in Greenfield on Thursday, and then game on Friday and out to Somerville Saturday morning, to see B and hopefully Chile and possibly the wax molds of our jewelry, but the MTW part of the week remains wide open. (though we might try to catch PoTC on Tuesday, since Light'll be working from home).

I think I'm commenting even less in LJ, uncertainty towards the proper way to handle rejected/unacknowledged overtures of friendship silencing me. (not that I expect a reply to every comment, the thing rendering me uncertain is more systemic then that). Life goes on, and there are parts that render me depressed, but there are also books and Light and lovely people and cats and my shiny new stove. If I don't find direction, I'll drift, and there are worse things then that.