"by the power of greyskull"
Apr. 28th, 2007 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omnia_mutanturWe dropped the orange honey bread off at the fundraiser this morning, went to Esselon for breakfast (again) and returned to the fundraiser to check it out. All but one slice of my bread was gone, and the women staffing the booth recommended the bread before they knew I had made it. Weirdly, weirdly gratifying. I bought a scallion biscuit, which was much better in conception than execution, and an awesome piece of wall art, made of stained glass and rocks and stuff. It's over the TV now, having replaced the black sheep picture, which will have to move to some other part of the house.
The realtor stopped by Friday evening, and praised our house, and our decorations (she said it was like being at her own home) and our/my color choices for all the accent walls. There's no actual moving planned as of yet, but we wanted to get at least that part of the puzzle lined up.
My mother was working at a booksale in her hometown, and since she got to go to a preview sale, asked for a list of books I wanted. She gave the list to one of her librarian friends to help her look and they said something along the lines of "this is a real reader's list. these kind of readers tend not to give up these kind of books." Which may or may not be true, but was flattering to hear.
I might have found a decent pair of glasses frames, though they're a little trendier than I'm entirely comfortable with, thought at least not the trendy-by-means-of-ugly kind of trendy. I however seem to have lost the two or so pounds that kept all my jeans up, but have not lost enough to weight to comfortably fit into the size below. I'm contemplating just not wearing jeans again until at-waist comes back into style. Or possibly reverting to sweatpants (and muttering to myself in public since I've always imagined those two will go hand in hand (for me).)
I'm wandering through livejournal, looking at strangers (pointedly avoiding the people who are notfriends but notstrangers), wondering about the way different people write, and the purposes to which they do so. (I should probably steer myself away from this and back to gorging on food and recipe blogs.) I'm not nostalgic, exactly, nothing so kind to the past as that, but I miss the access I once had to so many other people's ideas. Chile mentioned something about photographs from an earlier time, and the thought makes me cringe. Once, back then, semicolon told me something along the lines of she could see things crumbling behind my expression, and while excessively angsty of everyone involved, I imagine it was also kind of true at the time. I got a reunion survey, and while I'm tempted by my tenth, I was equally tempted to scrawl "fuck you all" across the survey. I resisted the latter urge, time will tell if I resist the former.
We're going to the Jonathan Coulton/Paul & Storm cobill at the Horse on Wednesday. Anyone want to come?
The realtor stopped by Friday evening, and praised our house, and our decorations (she said it was like being at her own home) and our/my color choices for all the accent walls. There's no actual moving planned as of yet, but we wanted to get at least that part of the puzzle lined up.
My mother was working at a booksale in her hometown, and since she got to go to a preview sale, asked for a list of books I wanted. She gave the list to one of her librarian friends to help her look and they said something along the lines of "this is a real reader's list. these kind of readers tend not to give up these kind of books." Which may or may not be true, but was flattering to hear.
I might have found a decent pair of glasses frames, though they're a little trendier than I'm entirely comfortable with, thought at least not the trendy-by-means-of-ugly kind of trendy. I however seem to have lost the two or so pounds that kept all my jeans up, but have not lost enough to weight to comfortably fit into the size below. I'm contemplating just not wearing jeans again until at-waist comes back into style. Or possibly reverting to sweatpants (and muttering to myself in public since I've always imagined those two will go hand in hand (for me).)
I'm wandering through livejournal, looking at strangers (pointedly avoiding the people who are notfriends but notstrangers), wondering about the way different people write, and the purposes to which they do so. (I should probably steer myself away from this and back to gorging on food and recipe blogs.) I'm not nostalgic, exactly, nothing so kind to the past as that, but I miss the access I once had to so many other people's ideas. Chile mentioned something about photographs from an earlier time, and the thought makes me cringe. Once, back then, semicolon told me something along the lines of she could see things crumbling behind my expression, and while excessively angsty of everyone involved, I imagine it was also kind of true at the time. I got a reunion survey, and while I'm tempted by my tenth, I was equally tempted to scrawl "fuck you all" across the survey. I resisted the latter urge, time will tell if I resist the former.
We're going to the Jonathan Coulton/Paul & Storm cobill at the Horse on Wednesday. Anyone want to come?
