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That was a jam-packed weekend. I feel pretty good about it, all told.

Friday afternoon, we met with a contractor and talked about things we can do to the house that might be ours. Friday night, Light worked late, so it was a calm night of dinner and dishes and TV. I tried a new stirfry recipe, and it was one of those vexing ones where it fails entirely to tell you what to do with one of the main ingredients. Where once I would have been flustered, however, now I just curse the recipe and freestyle.

Saturday began with a trip to Green Source Supply, where we drooled over icestone (it appears we will be choosing the color fogbound), and bamboo flooring, and paints and recycled glass drawer knobs. Back to Somerville, to meet J&J (who I've totally given usenames I forget) and the El Greco exhibit at the MFA. The exhibit itself was a little too crowded, but once again we found a wing I hadn't seen before and it was awesome, and I have a new favorite painting. Also, I like making up my own stories about the hieroglyphics, which involve magic slugs and upside down garbage disposals and my ears are too big guy and ice cream sandwiches and snap bracelets.

Home for a bit, and then out to Lowes to look at sinks and light fixtures (oh, there will be no end to the fury of houseproud that actually really, truly getting a new house will unleash) and then to B&N to read. (We actually call going to the bookstore 'going to temple' and it's a regular weekend evening for us.) Tea, silly novels and a feeling of safety were in abundance. I found yet another teenage vampire series.

Sunday was a slow morning, of catching up on newspaper reading and eating veggie sausage, then R&J showed up and we hit Mischief in the Machine. The show was breath-taking, to the point where I wished there was some method of expressing approval that was even better than clapping. Also, I developed a huge instantaneous crush on one of the performers (as I'm sure 97% of the audience did). Mmmm, eye candy with hips.

The closer I get to my 10 year reunion, the more anxious I get. Most of my secret hopes are a little malicious, I'd prefer to return to find that even though I'm pretty sure they all rejected me first, I'm now perfectly comfortable with not having many fellow-alum in my life. So I tell myself stories about how the grapes really are sour, and that even if I never fit in there, I fit into my life very well indeed now and that's what counts. And then I don't really believe that at all, and have to begin telling myself the story. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Today's quest involves looking for a purse large enough to fit both a small knitting project and a book. I still really like cross-the-body straps, and I prefer the smallest possible purse that fits that criteria, and apparently the only styles today are short-strapped caverns or long-strapped teeny things, but the hunt continues.

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That was a jam-packed weekend. I feel pretty good about it, all told.

Friday afternoon, we met with a contractor and talked about things we can do to the house that might be ours. Friday night, Light worked late, so it was a calm night of dinner and dishes and TV. I tried a new stirfry recipe, and it was one of those vexing ones where it fails entirely to tell you what to do with one of the main ingredients. Where once I would have been flustered, however, now I just curse the recipe and freestyle.

Saturday began with a trip to Green Source Supply, where we drooled over icestone (it appears we will be choosing the color fogbound), and bamboo flooring, and paints and recycled glass drawer knobs. Back to Somerville, to meet J&J (who I've totally given usenames I forget) and the El Greco exhibit at the MFA. The exhibit itself was a little too crowded, but once again we found a wing I hadn't seen before and it was awesome, and I have a new favorite painting. Also, I like making up my own stories about the hieroglyphics, which involve magic slugs and upside down garbage disposals and my ears are too big guy and ice cream sandwiches and snap bracelets.

Home for a bit, and then out to Lowes to look at sinks and light fixtures (oh, there will be no end to the fury of houseproud that actually really, truly getting a new house will unleash) and then to B&N to read. (We actually call going to the bookstore 'going to temple' and it's a regular weekend evening for us.) Tea, silly novels and a feeling of safety were in abundance. I found yet another teenage vampire series.

Sunday was a slow morning, of catching up on newspaper reading and eating veggie sausage, then R&J showed up and we hit Mischief in the Machine. The show was breath-taking, to the point where I wished there was some method of expressing approval that was even better than clapping. Also, I developed a huge instantaneous crush on one of the performers (as I'm sure 97% of the audience did). Mmmm, eye candy with hips.

The closer I get to my 10 year reunion, the more anxious I get. Most of my secret hopes are a little malicious, I'd prefer to return to find that even though I'm pretty sure they all rejected me first, I'm now perfectly comfortable with not having many fellow-alum in my life. So I tell myself stories about how the grapes really are sour, and that even if I never fit in there, I fit into my life very well indeed now and that's what counts. And then I don't really believe that at all, and have to begin telling myself the story. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Today's quest involves looking for a purse large enough to fit both a small knitting project and a book. I still really like cross-the-body straps, and I prefer the smallest possible purse that fits that criteria, and apparently the only styles today are short-strapped caverns or long-strapped teeny things, but the hunt continues.