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susandennisOr... just stuff on my mind. Maybe if I get it listed out here, it will free up some brain cells.
I have managed to crowd up this Friday. Kieran and Alan are coming over at 7 to get a preliminary not-yet-finished-but-there-is-stuff-so-see peek at the condo progress. We'll nosh and drink and then stumble over to my favorite Chinese restaurant for dinner.
I need to stop by Pike Place Market on the way home from work on Friday to cheese shop. The three of us are adventuresome cheese eaters. There is a wonderful cheese shop (actually 2.5 cheese shops but I have a favorite) there where I can march up to the cheese persona and order "two cheeses, for red wine, for 3 adventuresome cheese lovers, with crackers only, before Chinese dinner, please... and I don't want the cheapest but I don't want to have to remortgage either, thanks" and they will come up with something wonderful.
Between cheese shopping and their arrival, I have another wonderful session with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rev_hank. I cannot believe how much better my arm is, plus she just kneads away the cares of the week. It's such a luxury.
I do have three days then to get over Friday since Monday is a national holiday.
Saturday I have 4 afghans to deliver. For years now (when I went to dig out the 'new' person's email last night, I found the original one I sent in 1998 asking 'could you guys use some handmade afghans'?) I have given my afghans to an AIDS hospice. It's not the only one in town. It's the closest one and the easiest for me to get to. But, there is another one that is just as worthy and I've felt a little guilty about ignoring it. So last night I sent a note to the first one - the 'new' person - who also in my emails, I discover has now been there a year... asking if she still wanted my afghans and, if so, I'd bring them on Saturday. I figured if I didn't hear back, this would be a sign that it was time to give to the other one. Well, she knows where her afghans are buttered... I got a lovely note back that she - and the residents - would LOVE to have my afghans. Oh well. I'll have to think of something else to do for the other hospice.
Mom is 'French tennising' according to the email I just got. She was kind of incommunicado yesterday. I totally forgot about the French Open. She gets sucked into tennis tournaments and can't get out. I must remember - if I do plan to visit this Summer to check the tennis schedule before I get serious about dates. Charleston in Summer. I am just nuts for even thinking about it. What won't be too hot and humid to stand will be air conditioned to meat locker standards.
I have managed to crowd up this Friday. Kieran and Alan are coming over at 7 to get a preliminary not-yet-finished-but-there-is-stuff-so-see peek at the condo progress. We'll nosh and drink and then stumble over to my favorite Chinese restaurant for dinner.
I need to stop by Pike Place Market on the way home from work on Friday to cheese shop. The three of us are adventuresome cheese eaters. There is a wonderful cheese shop (actually 2.5 cheese shops but I have a favorite) there where I can march up to the cheese persona and order "two cheeses, for red wine, for 3 adventuresome cheese lovers, with crackers only, before Chinese dinner, please... and I don't want the cheapest but I don't want to have to remortgage either, thanks" and they will come up with something wonderful.
Between cheese shopping and their arrival, I have another wonderful session with
rev_hank. I cannot believe how much better my arm is, plus she just kneads away the cares of the week. It's such a luxury.I do have three days then to get over Friday since Monday is a national holiday.
Saturday I have 4 afghans to deliver. For years now (when I went to dig out the 'new' person's email last night, I found the original one I sent in 1998 asking 'could you guys use some handmade afghans'?) I have given my afghans to an AIDS hospice. It's not the only one in town. It's the closest one and the easiest for me to get to. But, there is another one that is just as worthy and I've felt a little guilty about ignoring it. So last night I sent a note to the first one - the 'new' person - who also in my emails, I discover has now been there a year... asking if she still wanted my afghans and, if so, I'd bring them on Saturday. I figured if I didn't hear back, this would be a sign that it was time to give to the other one. Well, she knows where her afghans are buttered... I got a lovely note back that she - and the residents - would LOVE to have my afghans. Oh well. I'll have to think of something else to do for the other hospice.
Mom is 'French tennising' according to the email I just got. She was kind of incommunicado yesterday. I totally forgot about the French Open. She gets sucked into tennis tournaments and can't get out. I must remember - if I do plan to visit this Summer to check the tennis schedule before I get serious about dates. Charleston in Summer. I am just nuts for even thinking about it. What won't be too hot and humid to stand will be air conditioned to meat locker standards.
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Date: 2005-05-25 12:38 am (UTC)When I was in Melbourne in January I scored an Aussie Open fridge magnet for Ma. I gave it to her when I was NY to watch her not die. She treated it like a friggin' relic. I was sorely pleased!