Sunday: Omaha takes the girls shopping
Jun. 24th, 2007 10:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsSunday, I made pancakes and then, while I cleaned the kitchen and put away a few days' worth of laundry (naughty Elf!), Omaha had the girls go through their wardrobes and either hand stuff down or throw it out. Once we had done all of that it was time to head over to the mall for shopping.
Omaha told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn't to help. So I found a Tully's coffee and sat down to write. I did about 2,000 words, not too bad, and wasn't even too hot to get to the sex scene, a good sign that the story has a place to go. I did wander around, went to the Apple store and talked to the geeks there, before Omaha called me and had me meet them for lunch.
After lunch, I sat in the other Tully's and did another 1,200 words or so before the battery died. Damn, I really miss that backup battery. Then I was left to sit at the entrance where I was scheduled to meet the girls and read. Fortunately, I had brought my copy of Consider Phlebas with me, a book that seriously reveals the limitations of Banks' imagination upon a second reading. I tried to do some girlwatching, but almost every woman who walks through Bellevue Square Mall looks so artificial, so dolled up. I've seen RealDolls that looked better than some of these dames. There were a few exceptions, Omaha being one of them.
It's really hard to believe that I didn't see anything I wanted. I mean, sure, there were things I would have liked to have: a new laptop with a long-life battery, an 80GB ipod, a copy of The Gourmet Cookbook from Williams-Sonoma, but nothing that called out to me and said, "Elf! Buy me. Buy me!" Not even Lush tempted me to purchases.
The whole trip lasted five hours. By the time we got home, it was almost six in the evening. The weather had been typical Seattle schizophrenia all day. I made dinner, spaghetti and home-made sauce, then cleaned the kitchen. I had to make a run to the store for milk while Omaha got the girls ready for bed.
After they were in their pyjamas, I downloaded the karaoke version of "RE: Your Brains!" and we listened to them sing along before sending them to bed.
Omaha told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn't to help. So I found a Tully's coffee and sat down to write. I did about 2,000 words, not too bad, and wasn't even too hot to get to the sex scene, a good sign that the story has a place to go. I did wander around, went to the Apple store and talked to the geeks there, before Omaha called me and had me meet them for lunch.
After lunch, I sat in the other Tully's and did another 1,200 words or so before the battery died. Damn, I really miss that backup battery. Then I was left to sit at the entrance where I was scheduled to meet the girls and read. Fortunately, I had brought my copy of Consider Phlebas with me, a book that seriously reveals the limitations of Banks' imagination upon a second reading. I tried to do some girlwatching, but almost every woman who walks through Bellevue Square Mall looks so artificial, so dolled up. I've seen RealDolls that looked better than some of these dames. There were a few exceptions, Omaha being one of them.
It's really hard to believe that I didn't see anything I wanted. I mean, sure, there were things I would have liked to have: a new laptop with a long-life battery, an 80GB ipod, a copy of The Gourmet Cookbook from Williams-Sonoma, but nothing that called out to me and said, "Elf! Buy me. Buy me!" Not even Lush tempted me to purchases.
The whole trip lasted five hours. By the time we got home, it was almost six in the evening. The weather had been typical Seattle schizophrenia all day. I made dinner, spaghetti and home-made sauce, then cleaned the kitchen. I had to make a run to the store for milk while Omaha got the girls ready for bed.
After they were in their pyjamas, I downloaded the karaoke version of "RE: Your Brains!" and we listened to them sing along before sending them to bed.
