The past couple of days
Mar. 22nd, 2004 07:55 pmI can't express my gratitude to too many of you today. The past four days have been such an affirmation of my writing work that I'm just stunned. Thanks so much.
On to mundanity. Friday, after whining to y'all, I came home and eat Omaha's stunningly wonderful dinner of sweet potato casserole, glazed ham and steamed asparagus. FallenPegasus joined us, having a rental while he waits to see if his own car is a total loss after his accident on Thursday. Yamaarashi-chan's mother wrote me that she'd used up the eye medicine too quickly and could I get more? I contacted the doctor and the pharmacy, but I'd have to wait until the next day. That was fine.
Saturday, I rose and made pancakes. At first, I worried that they were going to be too thin, but I let the batter rest for five minutes and it rose well; everything was delicious. After spending part of the day just messing around, mostly with my desktop machine, we headed out to the Children's Museum in order to see the "Jump To Japan" exhibit, which just thrilled the kids. It didn't thrill me; I missed most of the kid's introduction looking for a parking space, most of which were taken by the NCAA playoffs fans. But when I got the Kouryou-chan and Yamaarashi-chan were having a blast, playing with everything. There were a pair of "make your own animation" stations, mostly stop motion with cut-outs, which Yamaarashi-chan took to immediately. Kouryou-chan preferred the stencils and tracing. The presence of a fiberglass Nekobus was just wonderful for them; they're both big Totoro fans.
Sunday, I was lazy and bought donuts from the grocery store. It was such a beautiful day the girls were sent outside for most of the day, and so were Omaha and I as I raked leaves and trimmed trees and did all the things that one's supposed to do on the first beautiful day of Spring. Lunch was tuna fish and hot dogs and homemade coleslaw and potato chips.
Yamaarashi-chan complained that she was hungry "all day" and "when I'm hungry at my Mom's house, I just go get it." That's a habit that has to stop.
The girls leaped about in my leafpile and had a great time before I dumped everything in the compost bin. The retaining wall is almost done; we just need to get the last blocks from the man who still has them.
Monday, I took Lain in to be repaired. And I've been missing it ever since; it's like not having a left arm. I keep reaching for it and it's not there. I can't LJ, or read mail, or read Usenet, without being at home, tied to my desktop, and even then not efficiently; the filters and summarizers and other things that I've tuned over the years are all on Lain.
Saw the kestrel that lives along 509 this morning. It had what looked like a mouse in its beak. Got a lot done at work. ( Geeky )
Ate lunch at The Steel Pig, a nifty new barbecue in Seattle. The pulled pork sandwich was incredibly tender and delicious, but the sauce was unremarkable, contrary to the review I linked. The woman who runs the place has a Kiwi accent; fascinating.
On the drive home, I saw a stereotype: a cute Japanese girl wearing a too-short-for-words white tennis skirt, a ruffled tube top, a loose blue sweater, black shoes and big gunky socks. Her outfit screamed, "Look, I'm kawaii!" She was walking with two other people and had a happy smile. Reminded me of the quote, "Pretty girls make people happy."
( Thinking about drinking. )
On to mundanity. Friday, after whining to y'all, I came home and eat Omaha's stunningly wonderful dinner of sweet potato casserole, glazed ham and steamed asparagus. FallenPegasus joined us, having a rental while he waits to see if his own car is a total loss after his accident on Thursday. Yamaarashi-chan's mother wrote me that she'd used up the eye medicine too quickly and could I get more? I contacted the doctor and the pharmacy, but I'd have to wait until the next day. That was fine.
Saturday, I rose and made pancakes. At first, I worried that they were going to be too thin, but I let the batter rest for five minutes and it rose well; everything was delicious. After spending part of the day just messing around, mostly with my desktop machine, we headed out to the Children's Museum in order to see the "Jump To Japan" exhibit, which just thrilled the kids. It didn't thrill me; I missed most of the kid's introduction looking for a parking space, most of which were taken by the NCAA playoffs fans. But when I got the Kouryou-chan and Yamaarashi-chan were having a blast, playing with everything. There were a pair of "make your own animation" stations, mostly stop motion with cut-outs, which Yamaarashi-chan took to immediately. Kouryou-chan preferred the stencils and tracing. The presence of a fiberglass Nekobus was just wonderful for them; they're both big Totoro fans.
Sunday, I was lazy and bought donuts from the grocery store. It was such a beautiful day the girls were sent outside for most of the day, and so were Omaha and I as I raked leaves and trimmed trees and did all the things that one's supposed to do on the first beautiful day of Spring. Lunch was tuna fish and hot dogs and homemade coleslaw and potato chips.
Yamaarashi-chan complained that she was hungry "all day" and "when I'm hungry at my Mom's house, I just go get it." That's a habit that has to stop.
The girls leaped about in my leafpile and had a great time before I dumped everything in the compost bin. The retaining wall is almost done; we just need to get the last blocks from the man who still has them.
Monday, I took Lain in to be repaired. And I've been missing it ever since; it's like not having a left arm. I keep reaching for it and it's not there. I can't LJ, or read mail, or read Usenet, without being at home, tied to my desktop, and even then not efficiently; the filters and summarizers and other things that I've tuned over the years are all on Lain.
Saw the kestrel that lives along 509 this morning. It had what looked like a mouse in its beak. Got a lot done at work. ( Geeky )
Ate lunch at The Steel Pig, a nifty new barbecue in Seattle. The pulled pork sandwich was incredibly tender and delicious, but the sauce was unremarkable, contrary to the review I linked. The woman who runs the place has a Kiwi accent; fascinating.
On the drive home, I saw a stereotype: a cute Japanese girl wearing a too-short-for-words white tennis skirt, a ruffled tube top, a loose blue sweater, black shoes and big gunky socks. Her outfit screamed, "Look, I'm kawaii!" She was walking with two other people and had a happy smile. Reminded me of the quote, "Pretty girls make people happy."
( Thinking about drinking. )
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