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"Show me your teeth"
Nov. 23rd, 2012 06:38 pmWeird mini-crashes peppering an otherwise awesome day. I'm wearing one of my favorite tshirts today, one that I'm uncomfortable wearing around town because of its Bespoke connotations. We got some Timeline expansions that I'm really excited about, I got a gunmetal grey manicure, and S and I are plowing through all of my untried TeaGuys flavors, and there are two crazy friendly cats here. And we went to Washington Irving's Sunnyside Cottage, which was decorated for the holidays "in the English style, as Washington Irving himself wanted".
Moppet got away from the dogsitter yesterday, so someone called us telling us they'd found our dog. Shes fine now, reunited with our frantic dogsitter, and as my mother told me, it means the system works, my dog is cute enough that someone will take the time out to call the number on her tags. (apparently, she was in some sort of park, and decided she was done playing and went back to the car while the dogsitter's attention was elsewhere). But even after the situation is resolved, I keep having these holycrapmydoggie pangs, which lead straight into mypetsaremortal pangs.
I'm trying to pick an extension school course to take in the spring, and I've had a stern talk with myself and decided I really should only look into the 5:30-7:30 classes, even on my best days, even on days I won't be working the next day, I'm not at my best at 9:40, and often the process of getting from Harvard to our house involves a lot of waiting in t stations when I just want to be in bed. But of course, many of the fascinating classes are at 7:40.
Current frontrunners are Irish Folklore and Folklife, The Deep: Purity, Danger, and Metamorphosis (got to love those titles with semicolons), Shakespeare's Later Plays (the class I was in when Light called me to get me to the vet to decide to euthanize my poor Princess) and The Arabian Nights and the Art of Storytelling.
Someday, I want to muster up the fortitude/ability to withdraw from all my social obligations and take the intensive Latin course. Before it got ugly in College, I loved Latin and if I hadn't had such an incompetent first year teacher, I think I would have equally loved Greek and while I only kind of regret not staying in academia on bad days, I totally regret losing my languages. And then of course, I'd want to go learn German and then maybe Spanish.
I put the Illuminations tour out there on g+ and didn't think I cared if anyone responded, but apparently did end up caring a little bit. Which of course got me mulling over the idea of traditions, and how Light and I are slowly setting them up for ourselves and how they are awesome, and wanting to share that awesomeness. Next year, I'm pretty sure Media and Saint start getting to set the parameters of all of the family holidays (due to the spawning) and I have no idea how that's going to play out.
I also want to be the kind of person with whom other people go on adventures, take classes, attend lectures. And obviously, sometimes I am, otherwise I'd never see any shows without Light, I wouldn't get to have day-long rambles around the boston area, I wouldn't have gone to Hawaii with Hips and Hands, I wouldn't be here for thanksgiving. And sometimes I'm not, and I can fly solo, taking classes, taking myself to the movies, volunteering. But it is much easier for me to look at the things I can't find someone else to do with me, the open invitations unresponded to, the fun things other people go do, the places I cannot or will not go.
Bah, socialization. I wish the wolves had raised me better.
And now for the exclamation marks. Tea! 22lb cat with a shame cone! Light! Fourth Thanksgiving in a row with awesome people! (Chile, you are much missed, but I hope you're developing awesome new traditions) shiny fingernails! the internet! Being mentioned in the Artisans Asylum volunteer thank you! Fig-based perfumes! this chair!
Moppet got away from the dogsitter yesterday, so someone called us telling us they'd found our dog. Shes fine now, reunited with our frantic dogsitter, and as my mother told me, it means the system works, my dog is cute enough that someone will take the time out to call the number on her tags. (apparently, she was in some sort of park, and decided she was done playing and went back to the car while the dogsitter's attention was elsewhere). But even after the situation is resolved, I keep having these holycrapmydoggie pangs, which lead straight into mypetsaremortal pangs.
I'm trying to pick an extension school course to take in the spring, and I've had a stern talk with myself and decided I really should only look into the 5:30-7:30 classes, even on my best days, even on days I won't be working the next day, I'm not at my best at 9:40, and often the process of getting from Harvard to our house involves a lot of waiting in t stations when I just want to be in bed. But of course, many of the fascinating classes are at 7:40.
Current frontrunners are Irish Folklore and Folklife, The Deep: Purity, Danger, and Metamorphosis (got to love those titles with semicolons), Shakespeare's Later Plays (the class I was in when Light called me to get me to the vet to decide to euthanize my poor Princess) and The Arabian Nights and the Art of Storytelling.
Someday, I want to muster up the fortitude/ability to withdraw from all my social obligations and take the intensive Latin course. Before it got ugly in College, I loved Latin and if I hadn't had such an incompetent first year teacher, I think I would have equally loved Greek and while I only kind of regret not staying in academia on bad days, I totally regret losing my languages. And then of course, I'd want to go learn German and then maybe Spanish.
I put the Illuminations tour out there on g+ and didn't think I cared if anyone responded, but apparently did end up caring a little bit. Which of course got me mulling over the idea of traditions, and how Light and I are slowly setting them up for ourselves and how they are awesome, and wanting to share that awesomeness. Next year, I'm pretty sure Media and Saint start getting to set the parameters of all of the family holidays (due to the spawning) and I have no idea how that's going to play out.
I also want to be the kind of person with whom other people go on adventures, take classes, attend lectures. And obviously, sometimes I am, otherwise I'd never see any shows without Light, I wouldn't get to have day-long rambles around the boston area, I wouldn't have gone to Hawaii with Hips and Hands, I wouldn't be here for thanksgiving. And sometimes I'm not, and I can fly solo, taking classes, taking myself to the movies, volunteering. But it is much easier for me to look at the things I can't find someone else to do with me, the open invitations unresponded to, the fun things other people go do, the places I cannot or will not go.
Bah, socialization. I wish the wolves had raised me better.
And now for the exclamation marks. Tea! 22lb cat with a shame cone! Light! Fourth Thanksgiving in a row with awesome people! (Chile, you are much missed, but I hope you're developing awesome new traditions) shiny fingernails! the internet! Being mentioned in the Artisans Asylum volunteer thank you! Fig-based perfumes! this chair!
