Delayed gratification

The Confused Cricket came along on a virtual shopping trip with me this evening. I dithered. She said, "Get them both. They're on sale." And indeed they were. So I did. Now I just have to wait for them to arrive.

And, omg, then I'll be a browncoat. With a camel. ;)


Today's earrings: reindeer, shells

Bedtime reading: Good Omens, Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Clouds & rainbows

Something wonderful


Today's earrings: hands, basketweave

Bedtime reading: The Wee Free Men, Terry Pratchett

tee-hee

See me free the tea-tree from the lea with key gri-gri (for a wee fee).


Today's earrings: bees, liberty dimes

Bedtime reading: The Wee Free Men, Terry Pratchett

Limerick

Little Zooks, of whom no one was fond
They shot toward the roof and beyond
The infant's trajectory
Took it over the rectory
And into a lily-choked pond
- - Edward Gorey

Today's earrings: frogs, lily pads

Bedtime reading: The Franchise Affair, Josephine Tey

Crisis

Diamonds and garnets are therapeutic in crisis situations.


Today's earrings: diamonds, garnets

Bedtime reading: The Danger, Dick Francis

Have a nice day

I don't have a nice day any more. I don't bother much with that. I think I'm beyond that now. I think I've outgrown the nice day. I think I've had my share. Why should I be hogging all the really nice ones? Let somebody else have a few. Course, everybody still wants me to have one. Everybody wants me to have a nice day. 'Have a nice day!' Yeah, yeah, yeah. You wanna give me my fucking change, please? I'm triple parked...

- - George Carlin

Today's earrings: monkeys, men

Bedtime reading: The Danger, Dick Francis

Happy Solstice!

Today I went to see the pretty glass. [ooooh. aaaaaah.] What I really wanted to bring home was one of the paintings. They're sketches for glass works, really, but also fully realized paintings that would look good in my living room. Sadly, no prints were available. [deep sigh of frustrated acquisitveness.] While I was there I also visited the sculpture garden and the hanging wire in the base of the tower. [ooooh. aaaaaah.]

I had thought of going to Green Apple, but it was Too Darn Hot. I went home instead.


Today's earrings: snails, brown glass beads

Bedtime reading: The Danger, Dick Francis

Important fact that could save your life one day, though I have no clear idea how:

A yawl has the mizzen mast aft of the rudder post, while a ketch has the mizzen forward of the rudder.


Today's earrings: compasses

Bedtime reading: The Franchise Affair, Josephine Tey

Anticipation

Only three months until International Talk Like a Pirate Day.
About three weeks until the rug store next door closes. (Or maybe it's just three weeks until the owner goes on vacation. We only spoke in passing.)
And three days until solstice, and this awful Spring is over.

Summer makes me drowsy
Autumn makes me sing
Winter's pretty lousy
But I hate Spring.

- - Dorothy Parker

I forgot to put on earrings today. It was that kind of morning.

Bedtime reading: Robinson, Muriel Spark

Eventful weekend

Friday, my esteemed boss sent me a link to PirateFest. I was immediately enthused. Not to go to PirateFest, mind you, but to intend to go, to make no plan and take no action that would lead to me getting there, to say "arrrgh" at random intervals, and to be mildly disappointed when the weekend ended and I hadn't been to PirateFest. I felt this was an excellent plan and I was enthusiastic about it.

Saturday I washed my dishes. Huge mistake. I pulled the plug and the water did not go AWAY (as prophesied and promised by the Blue Man Group) but instead flooded the cabinet under the sink and flowed onto the kitchen floor. I scurried to remove my beautiful rug from harm's way, then mopped up the dishwater.

That spoiled my plan pretty thoroughly. Instead of spending the weekend intending to go to PirateFest, I spent the weekend anticipating the plumber. This was much less fun, as it involved tidying the front room, kitchen, and bathroom because someone would see them. The detritus of the tidying is now all in my room. I still have to re-scatter it all throughout the place.

Monday morning the plumber dude arrived. It was the same guy who installed my water heater; he was once again both pleasant and competent. He pulled the old pipe out from under the sink (giant rusted-out patch; I'm astonished the pipe lasted as long as it did) and had all new piping installed in less than an hour. Plumber dude, you rock.

I am, however, left wondering if the Universe is trying to tell me to move that rug out of the kitchen on a permanent basis.


Today's earrings: flowers, teaspoons

Bedtime reading: Robinson, Muriel Spark

Missed glass

Opening day at the Chihuly exhibit. I didn't go.


Today's earrings: spiders, webs

Bedtime reading: The Franchise Affair, Josephine Tey

Another day in Paradise

It's all warm and everything. I wish it was foggier...


Today's earrings: pigs, dimes

Bedtime reading: The Franchise Affair, Josephine Tey

Darn

I wanted Lisa to win. But Stephanie's ok with me, too.


Today's earrings: drums, estrogen molecules

Bedtime reading: The Franchise Affair, Josephine Tey

Glass squid (National Geographic)

Today's earrings: diamonds, fish

Bedtime reading: The Franchise Affair, Josephine Tey

It wasn't a truck

It was a remote-controlled hovercraft.

Full of eels.


Today's earrings: leaves, stones

Bedtime reading: The Franchise Affair, Josephine Tey

Packing up

It turns out I have a red overnight bag. Neat, huh?


Today's earrings: moose, teaspoons

Bedtime reading: The Franchise Affair, Josephine Tey

Teaspoons

Today I got a pair of teaspoon earrings in the mail. Best thing to happen today...



eta: then I went blog flipping, and found this epically cool photo on a blog written in Greek. Excellent.


Today's earrings: spiders, crows

Bedtime reading: The Franchise Affair, Josephine Tey

Primary Day

"What you're good at is less important than being good at something."
- - Robert B. Parker


Today's earrings: horns, dice

Bedtime reading: Early Autumn, Robert B. Parker

Meeting of the Planning Committee

...delayed slightly, d/t my failure to set my alarm. We finally convened at noon at the Dancing Square. It was an extremely productive meeting. The Lead Designer produced two working plans (one with a big wide stretch of window, one with a big wide stretch of counter) to be presented to the prospective contractor for costing. The meeting broke up around two.

On the way home, I said, "It's a really nice day. We should go look at the ocean." So we did.

There were kites.



Today's earrings: squirrels, coins

Bedtime reading: Howl's Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones