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Thud: Claire de Lune, Weekend
Aug. 2nd, 2005 03:40 pm( July 31-August 2, 2005 progress notes )
Thank you for the somethings good.
One day off does not seem quite enough to recover from a 14-day workweek, especially since most of it was spent running around the city in pursuit of this, that, and the other. Had to acquire a birthday present for my sister and attend her birthday dinner, and ran around the city chasing a copy of V for Vendetta that never really materialized. And then we got home and the shower wasn't working, but that at least was fixed this morning. Somehow I'm more tired than I was on Sunday, although probably a good deal saner.
Actually (!) looked at engagement rings, while idly passing a jewelery store and craving the air conditioning, and actually (!) found one I liked. Most of the species seems to be about throwing as many diamonds as possible on a limited space without regard to design or practicality: we saw a simple one that was two small stones and a dark sapphire in the middle on white gold (also not a fan of yellow gold). I did not hate it. It is an expensive toy to have, but at least we know that non-ugly rings are out there.
Also the Ikea catalogue came on Friday, and I am preparing to commit bookshelves. I never have enough bookshelves, after all, and so many books, and they're so nice and cheap.
Also, for your reading pleasure, two more Disturbing Windows Into My Relationship:
(I am in the shower, and the boy is chattering away, poking me through the curtain while I try to wash my hair, being a general nuisance et al)
Me: Cut it out.
Boy: Nope!
Me: Stop it. I have violence and I'm not afraid to use it.
Boy: (in his best Clockwork Orange) A little of the ol' ultraviolence, eh?
Me: (utterly indignant) No ultraviolence in the shower!
(both pass out into giggles as we realize what just came out of my mouth)
(later, am combing my hair and we are watching TV, which is blaring a commercial for some golf magazine)
TV: ...you can try the magazine risk-free!
Me: That's so stupid. They make it sound like you're jumping off a cliff. What do you risk by subscribing to a golf magazine?
Boy: Derision.
Me: ...I love you.
And I'm off to work. *g*
Thank you for the somethings good.
One day off does not seem quite enough to recover from a 14-day workweek, especially since most of it was spent running around the city in pursuit of this, that, and the other. Had to acquire a birthday present for my sister and attend her birthday dinner, and ran around the city chasing a copy of V for Vendetta that never really materialized. And then we got home and the shower wasn't working, but that at least was fixed this morning. Somehow I'm more tired than I was on Sunday, although probably a good deal saner.
Actually (!) looked at engagement rings, while idly passing a jewelery store and craving the air conditioning, and actually (!) found one I liked. Most of the species seems to be about throwing as many diamonds as possible on a limited space without regard to design or practicality: we saw a simple one that was two small stones and a dark sapphire in the middle on white gold (also not a fan of yellow gold). I did not hate it. It is an expensive toy to have, but at least we know that non-ugly rings are out there.
Also the Ikea catalogue came on Friday, and I am preparing to commit bookshelves. I never have enough bookshelves, after all, and so many books, and they're so nice and cheap.
Also, for your reading pleasure, two more Disturbing Windows Into My Relationship:
(I am in the shower, and the boy is chattering away, poking me through the curtain while I try to wash my hair, being a general nuisance et al)
Me: Cut it out.
Boy: Nope!
Me: Stop it. I have violence and I'm not afraid to use it.
Boy: (in his best Clockwork Orange) A little of the ol' ultraviolence, eh?
Me: (utterly indignant) No ultraviolence in the shower!
(both pass out into giggles as we realize what just came out of my mouth)
(later, am combing my hair and we are watching TV, which is blaring a commercial for some golf magazine)
TV: ...you can try the magazine risk-free!
Me: That's so stupid. They make it sound like you're jumping off a cliff. What do you risk by subscribing to a golf magazine?
Boy: Derision.
Me: ...I love you.
And I'm off to work. *g*
