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We're having the most incredible heat wave. The days are balmy and gorgeous, and the jasmine is blooming -- was downtown earlier and it smelled heavenly. In certain areas, anyway.
It's been a good day. This doesn't have anything to do with going back on the happy pills after several months without, does it? Hmmm. Must ponder. But after my five hours of work (which was *not* fun -- lots of probs there) because Thursdays are short days, I picked up my daughter and we dashed to the courthouse to apply for passports. Finally. We'll be going through Canada to get to our Alaskan cruise this summer, so passports will help. Anyway, I told the kidlet about how I used to work in & around the courthouse, 32 years ago (OMG! it can't be! that's *so* long!) and told the clerk too -- she was way more interested than the kid, who was mega-embarrassed and later said I sounded *ditzy* -- hmmmmppphh! I *hate* 11-year-old girls. Way too sensitive about their moms. So just to rub it in I dragged her across the street to where I had my first job as a tender 18-year-old -- and told those clerks too, who were again way more interested... I see a pattern there. Heh, they still have the huge reel-to-reel tape set-up that *I* was the primary operator for, when we used to record the Board of Supervisors' meetings that way. It's *way* outdated now, but the guy said he just had a request to hear a tape from 1973 -- one of my years. Hah!
Then we dashed to get a treat before kidlet's dance class -- stopped at the art museum cafe and had the Best. Freaking. Flourless. Chocolate. Torte. Ever. Not on my diet, but oh well. And kidlet made up for past misdeeds by calling me the best mom in the world when I poured half of my milk into her glass after she gulped hers all down. Heh. And she smooched me, too -- she can be sweet, that kid. So then we zipped into the art museum shop and bought artsy books for mother-in-law who's laid up in a rehab with bacterial pneumonia -- we'll spend our weekend visiting. And dashed to the dance class, where I dropped child off and then wandered the lower depths of State Street and realized how much it was like that street in Pittsburgh that Daisy took me too, with the really funky and interesting shops. Found a head shop/hippie shop/porn shop! And bought this great India skirt with gold threads all through it, and an India gauze shirt. Whoot! Yay for old hippies.
Going with husband to see that movie tonight -- The Passion one -- because I want to be able to give my views on it with the benefit of having seen it; right now I can only discuss hearsay. He wants to go to a community forum on it this weekend where one of my faculty will be part of the panel (she specializes in early Christianity and history), and since he's Jewish and I'm -- not affiliated but open-minded to all -- we figured we'd have room for discussion. I'm fully prepared to be mainly grossed out and horrified by the violence. I'll be sure to let y'all know what I think!
It's been a good day. This doesn't have anything to do with going back on the happy pills after several months without, does it? Hmmm. Must ponder. But after my five hours of work (which was *not* fun -- lots of probs there) because Thursdays are short days, I picked up my daughter and we dashed to the courthouse to apply for passports. Finally. We'll be going through Canada to get to our Alaskan cruise this summer, so passports will help. Anyway, I told the kidlet about how I used to work in & around the courthouse, 32 years ago (OMG! it can't be! that's *so* long!) and told the clerk too -- she was way more interested than the kid, who was mega-embarrassed and later said I sounded *ditzy* -- hmmmmppphh! I *hate* 11-year-old girls. Way too sensitive about their moms. So just to rub it in I dragged her across the street to where I had my first job as a tender 18-year-old -- and told those clerks too, who were again way more interested... I see a pattern there. Heh, they still have the huge reel-to-reel tape set-up that *I* was the primary operator for, when we used to record the Board of Supervisors' meetings that way. It's *way* outdated now, but the guy said he just had a request to hear a tape from 1973 -- one of my years. Hah!
Then we dashed to get a treat before kidlet's dance class -- stopped at the art museum cafe and had the Best. Freaking. Flourless. Chocolate. Torte. Ever. Not on my diet, but oh well. And kidlet made up for past misdeeds by calling me the best mom in the world when I poured half of my milk into her glass after she gulped hers all down. Heh. And she smooched me, too -- she can be sweet, that kid. So then we zipped into the art museum shop and bought artsy books for mother-in-law who's laid up in a rehab with bacterial pneumonia -- we'll spend our weekend visiting. And dashed to the dance class, where I dropped child off and then wandered the lower depths of State Street and realized how much it was like that street in Pittsburgh that Daisy took me too, with the really funky and interesting shops. Found a head shop/hippie shop/porn shop! And bought this great India skirt with gold threads all through it, and an India gauze shirt. Whoot! Yay for old hippies.
Going with husband to see that movie tonight -- The Passion one -- because I want to be able to give my views on it with the benefit of having seen it; right now I can only discuss hearsay. He wants to go to a community forum on it this weekend where one of my faculty will be part of the panel (she specializes in early Christianity and history), and since he's Jewish and I'm -- not affiliated but open-minded to all -- we figured we'd have room for discussion. I'm fully prepared to be mainly grossed out and horrified by the violence. I'll be sure to let y'all know what I think!
