productivity, of sorts

Ahhh, Saturday. Does it count as productivity if you can cross a lot of things off a list even though they didn't actually produce any concrete results?

Last night I went off to Harvard Square for absolutely no reason whatsoever. I ended up in the Coop, bought a book I didn't know was in print in this country (the author is British), fell asleep in it last night, and finished it this morning.

The other thing I did last night and this morning was finally figure out what my next tattoo will be. I already knew where on my person I wanted it; now all I need is to find somebody to do it. I don't know how to get to the place in Providence that did my other ones except by highway, and the place I've heard most recommended in Boston can't even give me a consultation until late July. I know that because I went there this morning. Anybody want to come on a field trip to Providence?

Having had that fall through, I went to Coolidge Corner for coffee, Allston to look at prices for Metro shelf poles and butcher block tops, Downtown Crossing for shirts (and a sandwich), and Chinatown for muslin to make at least one door curtain. I didn't find any shirts, because the Eddie Bauer outlet's selection is downright paltry just now. I did find muslin, and was followed all over Winmil Fabrics by Winnie, the resident cat. Good stuff. Now I have to figure out whether I want to paint the muslin, or draw on it, or dye it, or try to embroider it, or do something entirely else.

(By the way, whuffle, check this out for undyed (or dyed) silk. I'm considering buying some dyed cotton from them myself.)

I really must remember to buy a beach towel and some more packing tape. Providing I can find anyplace that actually has packing tape, anyway. I've tried to buy more twice now and both places were out.