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Dec. 6th, 2001 03:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetAh, fate is a tricky thing. Just when tapas seems like destiny, one of the must-use-this-now-before-it-goes-bad ingredients will have gone bad already.
So we had potstickers with J.'s parents.
This morning I was awakened by the icy chill hand of ... J., who needed help salvaging things in the freezer, opened under mysterious and probably feline circumstances in the night. I stumbled down the stairs (well, I had a little more control than that) and and had thrown away a few meaty things that could no longer be viewed as trustworthy before really waking up.
She went off to work; I played host to her folks for an hour or so until they left for home. Then I resisted the siren call of this here computer long enough to go to the local cafe to do a bit of studying for a couple hours. How virtuous of me.
It's odd around town today; the temperature feels like spring, the trees look like late fall, and the mixture of patriotic bunting, Christmas decorations, and leftover pumpkins and touristy stores that are permanently stuck in October makes for some holiday-related cognitive dissonance.
One thing is for sure, though; even without the visuals, walking around with only a Siouxsie t-shirt (and pants and shoes and so forth, I suppose I should point out) in New England on the eve of Pearl Harbor Day -- while eating an ice cream cone -- and feeling no discomfort is decidedly wrong.
But it was nice out, I'll give it that.
Alas, the local game store had no chaos dwarves that would make a suitable present for my brother. Perhaps Your Move in Somerville will, although I understand they're out of print, or whatever you call it when little plastic or metal figures are no longer made.
So we had potstickers with J.'s parents.
This morning I was awakened by the icy chill hand of ... J., who needed help salvaging things in the freezer, opened under mysterious and probably feline circumstances in the night. I stumbled down the stairs (well, I had a little more control than that) and and had thrown away a few meaty things that could no longer be viewed as trustworthy before really waking up.
She went off to work; I played host to her folks for an hour or so until they left for home. Then I resisted the siren call of this here computer long enough to go to the local cafe to do a bit of studying for a couple hours. How virtuous of me.
It's odd around town today; the temperature feels like spring, the trees look like late fall, and the mixture of patriotic bunting, Christmas decorations, and leftover pumpkins and touristy stores that are permanently stuck in October makes for some holiday-related cognitive dissonance.
One thing is for sure, though; even without the visuals, walking around with only a Siouxsie t-shirt (and pants and shoes and so forth, I suppose I should point out) in New England on the eve of Pearl Harbor Day -- while eating an ice cream cone -- and feeling no discomfort is decidedly wrong.
But it was nice out, I'll give it that.
Alas, the local game store had no chaos dwarves that would make a suitable present for my brother. Perhaps Your Move in Somerville will, although I understand they're out of print, or whatever you call it when little plastic or metal figures are no longer made.
