Weekend notes

Not a terribly exciting weekend. Friday was good because of the group meeting, but it rolled right on downhill after that.

Saturday I went to one of my former high schools for their annual fall fair. My husband went off with my parents to help them crew the boat for its trip to its winter harbor, so he didn't come with me. I saw a very few old friends there, including my ex-boyfriend, his wife, and their new baby. She's a very cute little girl. Prone to earsplitting shrieks at restaurants, but other than that she was good.

We spent some time walking around the grounds and surveying the changes that have taken place since we all went there. The campus looks a lot different and I didn't even know quite where I was when I pulled up to the back of the complex until I saw the old Upper School. It was nice to go back... but also a reminder that you can't go home again, no matter how hard you try.

That night I went up to Brick to the boat and went out to dinner with my parents. We cleaned the boat up and packed all the stuff away for next year. No more boat trips. Since NY Harbor is closed, we don't have anywhere to go.

We went home around 2 PM because S wasn't feeling well. I went to the market for dinner stuff and spent most of the afternoon packing up summer clothes and making dinner. The foccacia came out a whole lot better this time; maybe the increased rising time, maybe letting it rise at room temp, I don't know. I also made tomato cognac bisque, which was decent; probably nothing to write home about.

Evening ended well, though, with a successful snipe.

*Arafel loads her rifle and takes aim at the FF7 vs. 8 doujinshi*

Ready... aim... fire!

*you are the current high bidder*

Irvine: Nice shootin', Tex!

Got to get that money order off today and then we'll see.

(no subject)

*cross*

No black pens left.

I simply cannot write in my lab notebook without rich black ink. None of these Bic junky things, just good fine-tipped fountain-pen substitutes.

Before I can do anything I must go to the stationery store.

please pardon the interruption but I must get this off my chest

there is a very big game on tonight and I know you people don't understand this but I love my team and I want them to beat those dirty old Eagles because I hate them.

it is not my fault that I am so into football because it is genetic and we have tickets and everything and we go to the game and we scream our heads off and my mother and I are very terrible yelling "GO GIANTS" and throwing peanut shells all over

and brian saw me this weekend and saw fit to remind me that the Giants were going down tonight and i want to be able to send him an email with the score in big letters because he and the other kids in the class used to write the score in huge numbers on the board when the Giants lost to the Eagles just to harass me even when my team went to the Big Dance and WON

other people spend a lot of time thinking about life and art and philosophy and I can't help that I'm thinking about football instead

it's not my fault

but it sure is fun