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Ohio; travel mugs.
Jun. 14th, 2004 03:51 pmBack from visiting family in the vaguely Columbus-ish area. It was nonstop activity, except for when it wasn't. My grandmother, with whom J. and I were staying, had only two days before just moved to her new house, a block away from my mother's place, although separated from it by the mighty Hocking River. There was much to be done at Grandma's house, including the cleaning of the upstairs bathroom, which was connected to the guest room in which we slept. The previous inhabitant of that space was a man who maintained an upstairs lair in his elderly parents' home; I am guessing that the toilet had not been cleaned since whatever year it was when his mother was last able to climb the stairs.
I made sure to wear protective gloves.
On Saturday my mother kindly threw a party for us, a not-quite-wedding-reception sort of thing with a magnificent cake decorated in tongue-dyeing blues and greens. I saw many relatives I have not seen for lo! these many years, as well as my old high school Latin teacher and my best friend from high school (who has now become said teacher's eventual successor at the old HS) and his family.
Other highlights of the week, besides simply visiting with people include boffer wars in the back yard, a trip to Columbus's North Market (which is like, e.g., the Public Market in Portland, ME, or the Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia; it's a shame Boston has no counterpart), inventing boardgames for 5-and-6-year-olds, and puzzling out with J. and my brother how Dragaerean sorcery might work under the Storyteller d10 system.
As always, it feels slightly weird to be back into my daily Boston/Salem routine after a trip to Ohio.
Speaking of Columbus, this is more than a little disturbing, I have to say.
Finally, yes indeed, my travel mug does match my outfit today, as several people in my French class felt should be pointed out. This is, however, accidental.
I made sure to wear protective gloves.
On Saturday my mother kindly threw a party for us, a not-quite-wedding-reception sort of thing with a magnificent cake decorated in tongue-dyeing blues and greens. I saw many relatives I have not seen for lo! these many years, as well as my old high school Latin teacher and my best friend from high school (who has now become said teacher's eventual successor at the old HS) and his family.
Other highlights of the week, besides simply visiting with people include boffer wars in the back yard, a trip to Columbus's North Market (which is like, e.g., the Public Market in Portland, ME, or the Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia; it's a shame Boston has no counterpart), inventing boardgames for 5-and-6-year-olds, and puzzling out with J. and my brother how Dragaerean sorcery might work under the Storyteller d10 system.
As always, it feels slightly weird to be back into my daily Boston/Salem routine after a trip to Ohio.
Speaking of Columbus, this is more than a little disturbing, I have to say.
Finally, yes indeed, my travel mug does match my outfit today, as several people in my French class felt should be pointed out. This is, however, accidental.
