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the weekend, and logistical puzzles
It was a good weekend. It involved some of my favorite people and some really neat stuff, including (in no particular order): cats, BBQ ribs, laughing until I cried, a long talk with a friend who's known me all my life, lasagna, sunshine, a robin building a nest in the mountain laurel bush right under the porch window, pot roast, and Harry the Fat Bear Spy.
When I got home last night, it was hot in my apartment, so I opened the kitchen door, and promptly forgot I'd done that until the heat came on this morning and guilted me into getting up and shutting it again.
I wish whatever part of my brain it is that's jumping up and down yelling "Will you please buy a car already!" would consult with my bank balance first. I can't afford to buy a car, and even if I could, I could maybe afford either insurance or gas, but not both. This makes no difference to my brain, though, because my brain is miffed at the amount of time it takes me to get pretty much anything done by T (or by foot) and the lack of time I seem to have to do it. For instance, I can't get to Southie and back tonight before my trombone lesson, and I really have to go grocery shopping tonight. If I had a car to leave the trombone in while I went grocery shopping, it would simplify things a bit. As it is, I either have to take the trombone through the store with me and not knock things off shelves (or knock into anybody else)with it, or I have to take it home on the bus and go out again. Neither option is terribly convenient.
Maybe what I really need is a Bag of Holding and a *pop*-you're-elsewhere cloak.
When I got home last night, it was hot in my apartment, so I opened the kitchen door, and promptly forgot I'd done that until the heat came on this morning and guilted me into getting up and shutting it again.
I wish whatever part of my brain it is that's jumping up and down yelling "Will you please buy a car already!" would consult with my bank balance first. I can't afford to buy a car, and even if I could, I could maybe afford either insurance or gas, but not both. This makes no difference to my brain, though, because my brain is miffed at the amount of time it takes me to get pretty much anything done by T (or by foot) and the lack of time I seem to have to do it. For instance, I can't get to Southie and back tonight before my trombone lesson, and I really have to go grocery shopping tonight. If I had a car to leave the trombone in while I went grocery shopping, it would simplify things a bit. As it is, I either have to take the trombone through the store with me and not knock things off shelves (or knock into anybody else)with it, or I have to take it home on the bus and go out again. Neither option is terribly convenient.
Maybe what I really need is a Bag of Holding and a *pop*-you're-elsewhere cloak.