How'd it get to be Saturday?
Mar. 8th, 2003 05:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanOn my walk yesterday the sky was stripey. The sun had been shining brightly while I was putting on all my winter clothes, but by the time I got out there a mass of rippled clouds had swallowed most of the sun. The vista of the sky was not that of deep winter, however. The outlines of the trees are no longer stark and empty, and the light is different, even at sunset with a snowstorm on the way.
Lydy made Weird Lydy Food and offered me some. David made himself some dinner, but ate it with us. I am ashamed to say I forgot to offer Raphael any of the Weird Lydy Food, which was perfectly vegan. It was tempeh fried with sugar snap peas and squash and onion, with a nice tahini dressing, pita bread, and cucumbers in a vinegar bath on the side. David did eat the cucumbers. We had a nice time talking.
Later Raphael and I watched "Angel." We are not really altogether won over, but we keep watching -- partly because it feels the most undemanding of the shows we have piled up to watch. The dialog is getting crisper, and we like Gunn.
After that I had a very enjoyable conversation with Eric, in which we reviewed the way we have gone to parties together and how much we liked it.
I am still reading "The Illusionist" and falling in love with Ford's writing all over again. I may have to reread everything. I am not sure this is the best idea in terms of shoring up my still-shaky confidence in my work, but I may have to do so anyway. I'd forgotten how funny the story is. Mike's, I mean, not mine.
Right now I'm waiting for my clothes and hair to dry so I can go get some takeout from Saigon for Raphael and Eric and me. Eric will be coming here straight from training, and after bolting our food we'll go over to the party. He has to get up early tomorrow, but wanted to go to the party anyway. And I want to go too, despite the usual last-minute feeling of "Agh! People!"
Various livejournal discussions have been making me think a lot, but as usual I have no immediate conclusions.
Pamela
Lydy made Weird Lydy Food and offered me some. David made himself some dinner, but ate it with us. I am ashamed to say I forgot to offer Raphael any of the Weird Lydy Food, which was perfectly vegan. It was tempeh fried with sugar snap peas and squash and onion, with a nice tahini dressing, pita bread, and cucumbers in a vinegar bath on the side. David did eat the cucumbers. We had a nice time talking.
Later Raphael and I watched "Angel." We are not really altogether won over, but we keep watching -- partly because it feels the most undemanding of the shows we have piled up to watch. The dialog is getting crisper, and we like Gunn.
After that I had a very enjoyable conversation with Eric, in which we reviewed the way we have gone to parties together and how much we liked it.
I am still reading "The Illusionist" and falling in love with Ford's writing all over again. I may have to reread everything. I am not sure this is the best idea in terms of shoring up my still-shaky confidence in my work, but I may have to do so anyway. I'd forgotten how funny the story is. Mike's, I mean, not mine.
Right now I'm waiting for my clothes and hair to dry so I can go get some takeout from Saigon for Raphael and Eric and me. Eric will be coming here straight from training, and after bolting our food we'll go over to the party. He has to get up early tomorrow, but wanted to go to the party anyway. And I want to go too, despite the usual last-minute feeling of "Agh! People!"
Various livejournal discussions have been making me think a lot, but as usual I have no immediate conclusions.
Pamela
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