![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
One Year Wiser?
Oct. 15th, 2009 09:49 pmI started the day getting woken multiple times by an active cat, because that's how cats are. It was a drizzly, mizzly sort of day, with a dental appointment at the start of it. I enlivened the trip across town with a new solo cd, by Hawke of the Bedlam Bards. Even a soggy trip is better with good music, 'cause that's just how I roll [especially since I was driving at the time].
The lawyer got taken to the [teeth-]cleaner's; with x-rays & all, the visit was rather expensive. With more to come: next week, cavities in the teeth will produce major cavities in the wallet. Next week's shaping up to be very busy, what with a library booksale 'way across town with the Professora, a dental visit the next day, and possibly a marathon march in the mountains, if the rain holds off. [Ze spouse wants to drive far away to see fall colors that've only just begun emerging locally.]
After the dentist, I went by the library & post-office for the weekly shipping-run for paperbackswap.com. There's an immutable law of just-after. Just after you've been to the library, a book you've had on reserve will come in. Just after you've mailed off the lot for the week, someone else will request a book from you. Etc.; I'm sure you've got plenty of examples of your own.
In the afternoon, I did lots of dvr-clearance and organizing/filing on the computer. I had time to do extras, because ze spouse was extra-late; I suspect last-minute shopping.
We had planned to go see the Ballybeg Band tonight, but they're playing in a pub well over an hour away. We took my dad [Max] out for dinner for his birthday last night. When you throw in rain today, & a reluctance to drive 3 hours round trip in the rain for maybe 2 hours of music, plus general lack of excitement over another late night, you'll readily understand why we stayed home, by my request.
Still, goo [moo goo gai pan] was warm & filling comfort food. Books ensued, including the newest Pratchett, Jim C. Hines, & Esther Friesner anthology [a series I'd love to see the Book Club bring out in hard cover like her last anthologies]. My romantic spouse brought home a decadent chocolate to share. It's currently in the fridge, being upstaged by the homemade cake my dad brought over this afternoon.
It's an odd thing, turning 46. In many ways, I enjoy being a middle-aged southern woman, but in others, I'm barely half that, inside my head. It's bizarre when things get all "timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly."
Now it's time to debit the book-list, credit librarything [with new acquisitions], and consume cake.
The lawyer got taken to the [teeth-]cleaner's; with x-rays & all, the visit was rather expensive. With more to come: next week, cavities in the teeth will produce major cavities in the wallet. Next week's shaping up to be very busy, what with a library booksale 'way across town with the Professora, a dental visit the next day, and possibly a marathon march in the mountains, if the rain holds off. [Ze spouse wants to drive far away to see fall colors that've only just begun emerging locally.]
After the dentist, I went by the library & post-office for the weekly shipping-run for paperbackswap.com. There's an immutable law of just-after. Just after you've been to the library, a book you've had on reserve will come in. Just after you've mailed off the lot for the week, someone else will request a book from you. Etc.; I'm sure you've got plenty of examples of your own.
In the afternoon, I did lots of dvr-clearance and organizing/filing on the computer. I had time to do extras, because ze spouse was extra-late; I suspect last-minute shopping.
We had planned to go see the Ballybeg Band tonight, but they're playing in a pub well over an hour away. We took my dad [Max] out for dinner for his birthday last night. When you throw in rain today, & a reluctance to drive 3 hours round trip in the rain for maybe 2 hours of music, plus general lack of excitement over another late night, you'll readily understand why we stayed home, by my request.
Still, goo [moo goo gai pan] was warm & filling comfort food. Books ensued, including the newest Pratchett, Jim C. Hines, & Esther Friesner anthology [a series I'd love to see the Book Club bring out in hard cover like her last anthologies]. My romantic spouse brought home a decadent chocolate to share. It's currently in the fridge, being upstaged by the homemade cake my dad brought over this afternoon.
It's an odd thing, turning 46. In many ways, I enjoy being a middle-aged southern woman, but in others, I'm barely half that, inside my head. It's bizarre when things get all "timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly."
Now it's time to debit the book-list, credit librarything [with new acquisitions], and consume cake.
