July 26th, 2004

gerber daisy!

lovely day

Sunday was a busy day. I ran some errands in the morning which ran much later than I expected they would, so I missed out on heading up to spooky_lu and gwiii's house. But I stayed home and did a little bit of unpacking, and got to talk to several friends on the phone that I haven't talked to in a while.

Then slitterst and his lovely wife came over for dinner (and to see the new place). I made lasagna, bruschetta, and spinach/craisin salad. I'm not personally a huge fan of lasagna, but I thought it was okay. The bruschetta, however, was divine. Maybe I was just in the mood for it. We had a delicious watermelon for dessert. :) Mrs. Slitterst rightly called the watermelon a "very summery" dessert. Anyway, a good time was had by all (I hope) and it was nice to finally see the two of them. They left around 10:30 and Seth pretty much went right to bed. I finished reading some emails, read a few pages more of The Secret Life of Bees, and then tried to go to bed. So I crawled into bed, but the stupid cat (Pipsqueak) was taking up 80% of the bed. How can a 13 pound fur-ball take up an entire bed?? It took a LONG time for me to get her off (she kept coming back if I threw her off. Like an evil boomerang. And even then it took me forever to fall asleep. Bleh.

Fast forward to this morning when I woke up annoyed at my alarm because in my dream it hadn't been an alarm, it had been a telemarketer calling. And calling. And calling. And... And now it's after 2pm and I'm pretty sure I still haven't woken up. Freakin' frackin'. HOw on earth am I going to get through a fast day tomorrow?? Argh. Ah well. At least I have a doctor's appointment in the morning, so I can sleep in a teeney, weeney bit.

Oh, I nearly forgot the funniest part of yesterday. Several times when I went downstairs to the second kitchen area, I found Pipsqueak sitting (or, later, curled up in) in the kitchen sink. She is so weird. She never did let me get a picture though.
  • Current Mood
    drained drained
anime me


An old friend (he's not old, I've just known him for a long time) wrote the following in an email:
Aside from changing major parts of your life simultaneously, what have you been doing in the way of hobbies? Is music still part of your life?

This seems like a perfectly harmless question, right? But I really don't have an answer to that. Do I even HAVE hobbies anymore? Gosh. Not really. Am I that boring? I mean, I want to learn to play golf, but I haven't yet, so that's not a hobby yet. And there's that needlepoint project that I've been working on for two years. But it's just sitting there begging to be worked on. And I could say knitting or crocheting, except I haven't done that in a long time either because it hurts my wrists. And there's always reading, but that's not really a hobby, that's a way of life. I hate gardening, I'm not a hiker, I've never been canoing or rafting, I'm not an artist, I'm no longer a musician.

So what the heck kind of boring person am I?
  • Current Mood
    blank blank