quislibet | Updating about the weekend...

... the way many people do, even if they keep you in the dark about their actual weekdays.

I'm taking a long view of the weekend, as mine began Thursday night.

J. and I went up to her parents' home near Keene, NH; I drove a little less than half the way, for the practice. (Need to take that road test before my permit expires...) I would have driven as far as the state of Massachusetts extends along our route, but we started having engine problems, and so it seemed best to hand the reins over to the more experienced driver. Fortunately, the problems, which were probably heat-based from start-and-stop traffic, did not recur.

Friday we weeded a garden for 7 hours or so. J.'s dad plants a massive garden every year and then her parents spend much of the summer traveling, so we went up to make sure that the garden wasn't completely reclaimed by Nature by the time they returned from their current trip. The weather was good for it, at least; warm but overcast, without rain. We also made sure to pay attention to the family cat, a half-feral creature whose feeding needs are seen to by a neighbor (and supplemented by hunting), but who was quite uncharacteristically affectionate, and did not end petting sessions in the usual way, viz., totally flipping out in a ninja-like fashion and attempting to lay open major arteries.

Saturday was spent playing three different LARP characters, one of whom may or may not have a new girlfriend (but at least we've taken care of the very real threat of virgin sacrifice), another of whom needs to get his spaceship in order so he can rescue his parents from a space villain, and the third of whom I never actually expected to play again. By the time it was all over, I regretfully passed on the opportunity to go to a party right in town.

Sunday: French homework; some halting time with Consuela; exercise; inhalation of secondhand paint fumes; a belated birthday tart and presents; reading through the Punk Rock Aerobics book (one of the aforementioned presents); Harry Potter at the local cinema. This last I enjoyed while watching it, and then decided afterwards that it was disappointing. Strange how that can happen.

Oh: during one of the games Saturday a certain someone introduced his character as being "almost middle aged; about 35." I was led to protest.

Speaking of my age,

kattaryna (not work safe), a talented photographer with whom I interacted only to the extent of occasionally commenting that I liked a photo she had posted in her journal, died this weekend of cancer. It seems she was only a few months older than me. While it is likely that I will continue to think throughout my whole life that anyone my age is too young to die, it is nonetheless true here. Requiescat in pace.