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I had lunch with my mother today, and then we went shopping for presents for David's sister, whose birthday celebration will be Saturday. I found some nice stuff. I got her some annual seeds, and then I got myself some, and then I got myself some more. That was the flower seed budget for the year. I'm happy with them, though. I actually remembered all the things I wish I'd planted when it's too late. Red zinnias! I don't care if they get mildew! Sweet peas! I know they probably won't bloom. So what. Sunflowers! (I get lots of volunteers for those, but they are uniformly yellow.) White dwarf cosmos! (Hee.) Weird morning glories. (Lydy always gets the Heavenly Blues, so I don't have to worry about those.)
No doubt that's why it is now snowing hard. When I went out for my splashy walk, the sky was uniformly gray. It was so warm I had to take off hat and mittens and unzip my jacket about halfway along. As I turned back east on 36th Street, a few flakes drifted by. Two blocks later it was snowing, and another two blocks along it was sticking to my jacket.
Reading Liavek Vol. V. Also sneaking in a reread of Renault's The Friendly Young Ladies. It has so many dopey gender assumptions in it, and yet I just adore it. Most of them aren't standard, at least. Still dopey, however.
Raphael and I watched two episodes of "Angel" yesterday, which works out well because I won't be home this evening or tomorrow evening. Last episode of Season 1, first of Season 2. The recapper was very very crabby about them, but we liked them all right, with the usual "what are they thinking" reservations. We are entranced with Wesley. And the dialog is not so stupid as it sometimes has been. There's finally something that looks a lot like the kind of ensemble character interaction without which I don't want to bother with a TV show anyway.
My novel has that too, and Lord knows what effect these darned shows will have on it. Oh well.
Pamela
No doubt that's why it is now snowing hard. When I went out for my splashy walk, the sky was uniformly gray. It was so warm I had to take off hat and mittens and unzip my jacket about halfway along. As I turned back east on 36th Street, a few flakes drifted by. Two blocks later it was snowing, and another two blocks along it was sticking to my jacket.
Reading Liavek Vol. V. Also sneaking in a reread of Renault's The Friendly Young Ladies. It has so many dopey gender assumptions in it, and yet I just adore it. Most of them aren't standard, at least. Still dopey, however.
Raphael and I watched two episodes of "Angel" yesterday, which works out well because I won't be home this evening or tomorrow evening. Last episode of Season 1, first of Season 2. The recapper was very very crabby about them, but we liked them all right, with the usual "what are they thinking" reservations. We are entranced with Wesley. And the dialog is not so stupid as it sometimes has been. There's finally something that looks a lot like the kind of ensemble character interaction without which I don't want to bother with a TV show anyway.
My novel has that too, and Lord knows what effect these darned shows will have on it. Oh well.
Pamela
