Another Miscellany
Feb. 16th, 2006 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lenora_roseThe week's been hectic, but not as bad as my Monday buzz. The photographer we're considering gave us a good impression and offers a good-sounding deal, but I may indeed call another I liked and do a comparison. I also got the invitations finalized and the last necessary stuff over to the lady there. And we had out very nice dinner tonight (On the house at a restaurant I already like! That's what's known as good stuff.) to help decide on the particulars of the meal, in consideration of allergies we already know about. "No fish" was easy -- "no nuts", at least for one person, is going to be harder. Not impossible, though I don't know what to do about the salad yet. But I like ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sun_in_her_hair upright and healthy.
I still somewhat want to discuss Adam and Brenna's wedding, and/or the related henna party, but now feels almost too late. I mean, the henna's fading from the back of my hand, most noticeably in one particular spot, below the knuckle of my forefinger.
I will say this; maybe something went horribly wrong backstage, but that was one of the nicer weddings I've been to form the other side. The Bride and Groom were mainly relaxed, the families were friendly, the silliness quotient seemed right. The bridesmaids looked lovely, the bride was stunning, I got to see friends I don't see enough. The stories told by their relatives int he speeches were funny and characteristic of them, and not especially humiliating. Neither one got roasted, as such -- it sounded like mostly for lack of really embarrassing material. And I got to hear from one of the other guests the story of how -- and more importantly, *when* exactly the song Adam wrote for Brenna was written. He'd promised it to her a good long time ago, and he did perform it just after the ceremony was done, on cue. Well, they do say, nothing focuses the mind better than a deadline... I just never saw Adam as the last minute type.
I got a significant chunk of writing done yesterday, in spite of the fact that I kept wandering off, opening a book and flipping through it, or otherwise getting distracted, before hauling myself back to the computer. But I finally laid out the villain's motive. I've seen several superbly done stories about good vs. good, or at least villains who are convinced they've got the right of things, even if the hero thinks his enemy is going about it so wrongly he must be stopped. And I prefer that to the standard 'evil because he's evil'. So I am a little sorrowed to learn he really is a sociopathic bastard and that world's equivalent of a White Supremacist.
Then I managed to do an exercise routine, to make up for the fact that I am NOT walking home in this weather. (-26C this morning - but with a wind that really, honestly, bites and needles at you. I think its -12 F, or thereabouts.)
It's not wimpiness keeping me from the walk, though that's a bit of a factor. It's not even common sense, which should be another factor. I lack the relecvant equipment.
See, I finally threw out my winter boots. About two-three month after I should have. Not just for the fact that the boot has pulled a bit away from the sole and thus they've ceased to be waterproof. it's cold enough the snow is dry, and the insulation is intact as long as it doesn't get wet, so they're actually better in this chill than otherwise. But because, having used them in wet weather, I swear some of the stuff inside that was getting wet that shouldn't had begun to mildew. Yick. I don't care how warm they keep me if they smell funny and make my feet smell funny.
Sadly, I'm basically broke at the moment (Made worse by the fact that my bank card has vanished -- as of at least last Thursday, and probably last Wednesday, though the place I'm most sure I left it behind are equally sure they don't have it -- and I can't amend the situation until Saturday), and can't afford anything resembling worthwhile winter boots this moment. Okay, I get paid tomorrow. If I don't pay Colin rent for February, even though it's over half a month late, I can afford them...
Yes, I still pay Colin rent. Or something like rent. A fair contribution towards the household bills, since he pays *all* the utilities, etc. I think with a common-law partner, which we technically are, it's not tax deductible anymore.
Anyhow, Archery tonight was good. I just beat my best score for this season. That's not as good as it sounds -- in the field for bows of my kind, I'll be 33rd of 66 on the Worldwide list when the new score is subbed. This translates, for me, to a *cruddy* year so far (At the end of last year, I was 83rd of 276 -- in my best year to date, 32 of 237), but it's still nice to see small improvements. And it's not over until April.
And if I flub it, well, what can I say? I could excuse myself -- My arrows aren't all the same length or condition at this point, and I only got this bow in June -- or I could own up and say it's what happens when I don't get to practice enough.
Alas, much to do on the weekend. Shopping, talking to people on wedding related things. And talking to the other university, once I can get there in office hours. Much to do. Much to do.
sun_in_her_hair upright and healthy.I still somewhat want to discuss Adam and Brenna's wedding, and/or the related henna party, but now feels almost too late. I mean, the henna's fading from the back of my hand, most noticeably in one particular spot, below the knuckle of my forefinger.
I will say this; maybe something went horribly wrong backstage, but that was one of the nicer weddings I've been to form the other side. The Bride and Groom were mainly relaxed, the families were friendly, the silliness quotient seemed right. The bridesmaids looked lovely, the bride was stunning, I got to see friends I don't see enough. The stories told by their relatives int he speeches were funny and characteristic of them, and not especially humiliating. Neither one got roasted, as such -- it sounded like mostly for lack of really embarrassing material. And I got to hear from one of the other guests the story of how -- and more importantly, *when* exactly the song Adam wrote for Brenna was written. He'd promised it to her a good long time ago, and he did perform it just after the ceremony was done, on cue. Well, they do say, nothing focuses the mind better than a deadline... I just never saw Adam as the last minute type.
I got a significant chunk of writing done yesterday, in spite of the fact that I kept wandering off, opening a book and flipping through it, or otherwise getting distracted, before hauling myself back to the computer. But I finally laid out the villain's motive. I've seen several superbly done stories about good vs. good, or at least villains who are convinced they've got the right of things, even if the hero thinks his enemy is going about it so wrongly he must be stopped. And I prefer that to the standard 'evil because he's evil'. So I am a little sorrowed to learn he really is a sociopathic bastard and that world's equivalent of a White Supremacist.
Then I managed to do an exercise routine, to make up for the fact that I am NOT walking home in this weather. (-26C this morning - but with a wind that really, honestly, bites and needles at you. I think its -12 F, or thereabouts.)
It's not wimpiness keeping me from the walk, though that's a bit of a factor. It's not even common sense, which should be another factor. I lack the relecvant equipment.
See, I finally threw out my winter boots. About two-three month after I should have. Not just for the fact that the boot has pulled a bit away from the sole and thus they've ceased to be waterproof. it's cold enough the snow is dry, and the insulation is intact as long as it doesn't get wet, so they're actually better in this chill than otherwise. But because, having used them in wet weather, I swear some of the stuff inside that was getting wet that shouldn't had begun to mildew. Yick. I don't care how warm they keep me if they smell funny and make my feet smell funny.
Sadly, I'm basically broke at the moment (Made worse by the fact that my bank card has vanished -- as of at least last Thursday, and probably last Wednesday, though the place I'm most sure I left it behind are equally sure they don't have it -- and I can't amend the situation until Saturday), and can't afford anything resembling worthwhile winter boots this moment. Okay, I get paid tomorrow. If I don't pay Colin rent for February, even though it's over half a month late, I can afford them...
Yes, I still pay Colin rent. Or something like rent. A fair contribution towards the household bills, since he pays *all* the utilities, etc. I think with a common-law partner, which we technically are, it's not tax deductible anymore.
Anyhow, Archery tonight was good. I just beat my best score for this season. That's not as good as it sounds -- in the field for bows of my kind, I'll be 33rd of 66 on the Worldwide list when the new score is subbed. This translates, for me, to a *cruddy* year so far (At the end of last year, I was 83rd of 276 -- in my best year to date, 32 of 237), but it's still nice to see small improvements. And it's not over until April.
And if I flub it, well, what can I say? I could excuse myself -- My arrows aren't all the same length or condition at this point, and I only got this bow in June -- or I could own up and say it's what happens when I don't get to practice enough.
Alas, much to do on the weekend. Shopping, talking to people on wedding related things. And talking to the other university, once I can get there in office hours. Much to do. Much to do.
