Saturday weekendishness
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elfsIt was a runaround day here at the Villa Sternberg. Started out making waffles in my new Belgian wafflemaker. Those things are much larger than what the old wafflemaker used to make, so it's probably a good thing that there were only four of them when we were done.
Buying the Jül tree Then it was off to the races. We first drove off to Ikea, where we tried to pick out a Jül tree without actually seeing it, mostly because the trees were tied up and they didn't have a way to bind the tree back up after you'd unwrapped it, so we've basically got a tree that's as tall as we want it, but we don't know anything else about it.
For some reason, we got into a conversation about being tall, I think because I noticed how tall Yamaraashi-chan was getting, and how sometimes she looked like her next elder sister. The conversation came around to who had inherited what. "Yeah, I totally inherited your armhair, daddy!" Kouryou-chan said.
Hey, I'm furry. I can't help that.
Yamaraashi-chan confessed that she was unhappy with her arm hair, and wore long-sleeve shirts at school. Omaha and I aren't sure what to do about that. It's not like she could shave it.
Post-haircut Then it was time to race back to town to get the kids haircuts. They spent ten minutes looking through those catalogs of cuts, looking for the exact one that they wanted and then showing it to the hairdresser. Kouryou-chan's hair was a mess, too dry, apparently because she completely ignores her mother's advice and waves the shampoo bottle over her head rather than actually washing it, and she never uses conditioner.
Afterward, we hit Arby's, because it was between the salon and Kouryou-chan's dance studio, which is where we went next. There was a moment of frenzied running around as I dropped Omaha and Kouryou-chan at the dance studio, then back to the drugstore to pick up hair supplies, then back to the dance studio for the final binding of Kouryou-chan's new haircut so she could spend the next two hours in rehearsal.
The library was next. Yamaraashi-chan had a book to take back. Remember my little paragraph about Twilight? Guess what book she checked out. I, on the other hand, picked up Empires of the Sea: The Siege of Malta, the Battle of Lepanto, and the Contest for the Center of the World, which looks to be a fabuloso book about the battle for who would control the Mediterranean ocean in the 16th century. Unfortunately, it came at the day after I picked up At Day's Close: Night In Times Past, which is a "history of life at nighttime." The latter book isn't as good as it promises: the author's time period is narrow, about 1500 through 1850, and he vacillates between blatant praise for the Christian influence over people's fears of the dark and a strange interest in the toilet habits of the pre-modern, post-Medieval world.
Still, there's a chapter in the book about "The Miasma of Night," which documents how some people thought night was not merely darkness, but a physical presences the descended as the sun went down, absorbing more light than the mere absences of the sun would allow. It made me think of how the Church in Moon, Sun, Dragons could excuse their harsh oversight of the magic-users even while needing their services against the cthulhoid beasts coming down from the North.
After all that, I dropped Omaha and Yamaraashi-chan at home, then ran back to the dance studio to pick up Kouryou-chan. On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store and picked up some milk and a bottle of my favorite stout. I relayed to the very lovely Nye, who's worked there as long as I've been going there, that the other day I'd been carded by someone on the night staff. She was surprised and said, "Oh, like they haven't seen you coming in since your girls were two."
I went home and cooked dinner. Omaha had pulled out some salmon from the deep freeze, so I tossed together a dinner of broiled salmon, rice pilaf with shallots and saffron, and steamed carrots. It took half an hour, was quick and simple, and everything was done on time. It was also the first meal made with the stock from the Thanksgiving turkey (in the pilaf) and it was amazing.
Buying the Jül tree
For some reason, we got into a conversation about being tall, I think because I noticed how tall Yamaraashi-chan was getting, and how sometimes she looked like her next elder sister. The conversation came around to who had inherited what. "Yeah, I totally inherited your armhair, daddy!" Kouryou-chan said.
Hey, I'm furry. I can't help that.
Yamaraashi-chan confessed that she was unhappy with her arm hair, and wore long-sleeve shirts at school. Omaha and I aren't sure what to do about that. It's not like she could shave it.
Post-haircut
Afterward, we hit Arby's, because it was between the salon and Kouryou-chan's dance studio, which is where we went next. There was a moment of frenzied running around as I dropped Omaha and Kouryou-chan at the dance studio, then back to the drugstore to pick up hair supplies, then back to the dance studio for the final binding of Kouryou-chan's new haircut so she could spend the next two hours in rehearsal.
The library was next. Yamaraashi-chan had a book to take back. Remember my little paragraph about Twilight? Guess what book she checked out. I, on the other hand, picked up Empires of the Sea: The Siege of Malta, the Battle of Lepanto, and the Contest for the Center of the World, which looks to be a fabuloso book about the battle for who would control the Mediterranean ocean in the 16th century. Unfortunately, it came at the day after I picked up At Day's Close: Night In Times Past, which is a "history of life at nighttime." The latter book isn't as good as it promises: the author's time period is narrow, about 1500 through 1850, and he vacillates between blatant praise for the Christian influence over people's fears of the dark and a strange interest in the toilet habits of the pre-modern, post-Medieval world.
Still, there's a chapter in the book about "The Miasma of Night," which documents how some people thought night was not merely darkness, but a physical presences the descended as the sun went down, absorbing more light than the mere absences of the sun would allow. It made me think of how the Church in Moon, Sun, Dragons could excuse their harsh oversight of the magic-users even while needing their services against the cthulhoid beasts coming down from the North.
After all that, I dropped Omaha and Yamaraashi-chan at home, then ran back to the dance studio to pick up Kouryou-chan. On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store and picked up some milk and a bottle of my favorite stout. I relayed to the very lovely Nye, who's worked there as long as I've been going there, that the other day I'd been carded by someone on the night staff. She was surprised and said, "Oh, like they haven't seen you coming in since your girls were two."
I went home and cooked dinner. Omaha had pulled out some salmon from the deep freeze, so I tossed together a dinner of broiled salmon, rice pilaf with shallots and saffron, and steamed carrots. It took half an hour, was quick and simple, and everything was done on time. It was also the first meal made with the stock from the Thanksgiving turkey (in the pilaf) and it was amazing.
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Date: 2008-12-07 06:39 am (UTC)Bleach?
Date: 2008-12-07 06:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-07 06:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-07 07:09 am (UTC)Sun-bleaching is far better, but it requires exposure to the sun (not long sleeves).
It's amazing what a perfectly beautiful young woman will latch onto and imagine to be an imperfection. My daughter dislikes her (long, straight, blond) hair and her ears. I disliked my (luxurious mane of auburn-brown) hair and (fine, porcelain) skin. It is obviously not limited to women. My husband considers his (spectacularly stunning) blue eyes to be "boring". Go figure.
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Date: 2008-12-07 07:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-07 05:24 pm (UTC)I can't really blame her. I remember in school getting a dress I really adored. Then I had someone make one bad comment about it, and that was enough for me never to wear the dress to school again.
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Date: 2008-12-08 10:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-08 01:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-08 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-09 03:46 am (UTC)SAFEWORD!!!!!
:-)
I've never used it on anyone else.
Even, you'd want to get her one of her own, probably.
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Date: 2008-12-07 09:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-08 12:39 am (UTC)I'm so glad those years are past me. I don't miss them at all.