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May. 20th, 2019 01:58 pmThe weekend was one day too short. On Saturday I went and got laundry soap and then wandered through Coolidge Corner and did some other grocery shopping, and then went home and vacuumed everything that would hold still for long enough (the cats did not get vacuumed). And the dive shop called and said they were pretty well booked with paying students and would call me back if they didn't have enough gear for play session people.
On Sunday I woke up with a headache for the fourth day in a row and stomped on it with Advil and caffeine. Eventually I went to Cambridge and utterly failed to find anything suitable to give our MMSc student, and got caught in the rain for ten minutes, and got caught in the early stages of Mayfair for which I was utterly not in the mood. Especially since I went to Harvard Square partly to go to the bra fitters at Forty Winks and I had just spent $240 on three bras, which I needed very much, but I hate bra shopping. At least one of the three is teal. I haven't had a bra that wasn't beige or black for several years.
Anyway, while I was failing to find a graduation present, the dive shop called me and said they were out of regulators, and rescheduled me for June 2. That more or less works because I also need a new bathing suit, and the one I ordered is supposed to arrive tomorrow, and if (when) it doesn't fit, I can exchange it before I have to wear the old frapped-out one.
I went home again from Harvard Square, at which point it was absurdly nice out (which we definitely need at least a week of around here), and lounged around under various cats for a while, and tried (and failed) to finish reading Tides of War by Steven Pressfield. I wish he'd quit stopping the plot to insert several pages of philosophy every 50 pages or so.
Last night the fire trucks went pelting up the street at about midnight, leaning on the horn. I wish they wouldn't do that if there isn't any traffic anywhere to respond to being air-horned at (they are forgiven if they were trying not to run over a turkey, I suppose). So I was sort of half-awake when the thunderstorm started. I know that Snip took off from the end of the bed, and I know she came back eventually because she was there this morning, but I have no idea when last night the storm actually was.
I think I need some more peonies. The ones I bought last week are beginning to get tired, and I find it very difficult to be uncheered with a vase of peonies.
On Sunday I woke up with a headache for the fourth day in a row and stomped on it with Advil and caffeine. Eventually I went to Cambridge and utterly failed to find anything suitable to give our MMSc student, and got caught in the rain for ten minutes, and got caught in the early stages of Mayfair for which I was utterly not in the mood. Especially since I went to Harvard Square partly to go to the bra fitters at Forty Winks and I had just spent $240 on three bras, which I needed very much, but I hate bra shopping. At least one of the three is teal. I haven't had a bra that wasn't beige or black for several years.
Anyway, while I was failing to find a graduation present, the dive shop called me and said they were out of regulators, and rescheduled me for June 2. That more or less works because I also need a new bathing suit, and the one I ordered is supposed to arrive tomorrow, and if (when) it doesn't fit, I can exchange it before I have to wear the old frapped-out one.
I went home again from Harvard Square, at which point it was absurdly nice out (which we definitely need at least a week of around here), and lounged around under various cats for a while, and tried (and failed) to finish reading Tides of War by Steven Pressfield. I wish he'd quit stopping the plot to insert several pages of philosophy every 50 pages or so.
Last night the fire trucks went pelting up the street at about midnight, leaning on the horn. I wish they wouldn't do that if there isn't any traffic anywhere to respond to being air-horned at (they are forgiven if they were trying not to run over a turkey, I suppose). So I was sort of half-awake when the thunderstorm started. I know that Snip took off from the end of the bed, and I know she came back eventually because she was there this morning, but I have no idea when last night the storm actually was.
I think I need some more peonies. The ones I bought last week are beginning to get tired, and I find it very difficult to be uncheered with a vase of peonies.
