catching sunburns and sunfish
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hedgiewanFriday was for dealing with the little stuff at work that had been neglected as we tried to gather as much supporting information as possible for the newest NSF grant. The grant is out. We'll hear back no earlier than October. Please don't ask before then.
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mairi2 and I braved the HighlandFest for Harry Potter, which was absolutely worth seeing. Rupert Grint and Tom Felton have turned into pretty good actors. Too bad it's not "Ronald Weasley and the Half Blood Prince." But I will also admit to a significant Weasley Bias.
Mary and I stopped at Merlin's Rest for night at the pub, wherefrom I was transferred to the capable paws of Mya for an adventure in Microcinema: the second screening of Sherlock Jr with The Electric House at the Trylon microcinema at 32nd and Minnehaha. Those are two of my favorite Buster Keaton movies, there was live music (musical saw! does it get any better?), the seats were comfy, the snacks were reasonable, and I don't think I've ever been that happy to be in a sold-out movie theatre before! Keep an eye out for future screenings at http://take-up.org/.
Saturday was my daycare sister's wedding reception. Katie was my closest cohort, and we had some pretty good times growing up. Even if she is bossy. It is weird to see someone you used to see daily and haven't seen for more than a couple hours at a time in years. I think this must be what most peoples' family gatherings are like, but I am unaccustomed.
It was cool and cloudy and I meant to do some grooming of my car, some rustbusting and washing and waxing, but Mya didn't have to go to Ely after all, so we got a head start on Jesse Stone mysteries. Enough of a head start that we got to watch The Italian Job after, but not such a head start that Brixton didn't fall asleep. I should really be watching more heist movies.
Brixton dropped me off at Mary and Dan's, where I holed up in the attic for a day of fishing. I caught a sunburn and some sunfish, discovered that my shoulder is not in as good of shape as it could be, and just now caught a case of deja vu. Which probably just means that I've had to remember and retype bits of this entry too many times, trying to catch all the places where my pissy keyboard has refused to type the "i" that I told it to type. How does all this cat hair get in here, anyway?
Probably the same way my issue of Monica's "Abandon Everything, Save Yourself" propaganda got crumpled. And the same way there are tiny bits of cardboard on my kitchen floor. And holes in my couch. Ruiners.
the hedge abides.
Then
mairi2 and I braved the HighlandFest for Harry Potter, which was absolutely worth seeing. Rupert Grint and Tom Felton have turned into pretty good actors. Too bad it's not "Ronald Weasley and the Half Blood Prince." But I will also admit to a significant Weasley Bias.Mary and I stopped at Merlin's Rest for night at the pub, wherefrom I was transferred to the capable paws of Mya for an adventure in Microcinema: the second screening of Sherlock Jr with The Electric House at the Trylon microcinema at 32nd and Minnehaha. Those are two of my favorite Buster Keaton movies, there was live music (musical saw! does it get any better?), the seats were comfy, the snacks were reasonable, and I don't think I've ever been that happy to be in a sold-out movie theatre before! Keep an eye out for future screenings at http://take-up.org/.
Saturday was my daycare sister's wedding reception. Katie was my closest cohort, and we had some pretty good times growing up. Even if she is bossy. It is weird to see someone you used to see daily and haven't seen for more than a couple hours at a time in years. I think this must be what most peoples' family gatherings are like, but I am unaccustomed.
It was cool and cloudy and I meant to do some grooming of my car, some rustbusting and washing and waxing, but Mya didn't have to go to Ely after all, so we got a head start on Jesse Stone mysteries. Enough of a head start that we got to watch The Italian Job after, but not such a head start that Brixton didn't fall asleep. I should really be watching more heist movies.
Brixton dropped me off at Mary and Dan's, where I holed up in the attic for a day of fishing. I caught a sunburn and some sunfish, discovered that my shoulder is not in as good of shape as it could be, and just now caught a case of deja vu. Which probably just means that I've had to remember and retype bits of this entry too many times, trying to catch all the places where my pissy keyboard has refused to type the "i" that I told it to type. How does all this cat hair get in here, anyway?
Probably the same way my issue of Monica's "Abandon Everything, Save Yourself" propaganda got crumpled. And the same way there are tiny bits of cardboard on my kitchen floor. And holes in my couch. Ruiners.
the hedge abides.
