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Apr. 7th, 2003 02:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanMy cough is going away, slowly, doing the Minnesota goodbye.
I did not lose my cellphone, I merely imagined I had detached it from its little charger and put it into my knapsack. Well, either that, or it got hungry and went home by itself. I am not entirely sure which theory is more disturbing.
Had a particularly good extra-long date with Eric. It was whatever the opposite of leavened is with some very fraught conversation, but good nonetheless.
It started with an afternoon walk in the neighborhood, wherein we heard cardinals and robins and house finches singing. Afterwards we stood about in the back yard and saw cardinals and a junco, and heard many chickadees, and looked at more of the new growth coming up all over. Just before we went in, I glanced over my shoulder at the rose bed and saw that two clumps of snowdrops were blooming in the unmown grass. (No, don't ask why there is grass, mown or unmown, in the rose bed. I won't answer you.)
Then we went inside and improvised a dish of tempeh with broccoli, potatoes, red peppers, snow peas, onions, and a fairly large quantity of fresh ginger, garlic, and serrano pepper, with some sherry and soy sauce to keep it company. We had to have it over rice-stick noodles because my temporary hobby of coughing had prevented my getting more brown rice.
Then we tried to watch "Topsy Turvy," but it appears that Blaisdell Poly doesn't actually own a copy. So we watched a concert DVD of Bela Fleck and the Flecktones that I'd picked up on Amazon while birthday shopping, because I knew Eric liked them.
Then we went back to his place and placated the cat, and he read a rather awful essay about nuclear weapons and the construction of accuracy, while I leafed peacefully through a book David's mother had lent me about the phenology of Rice County.
We lost an hour that night, so the morning was a bit hurried, because we wanted to get over to the Guthrie Laboratory and see the University of Minnesota's BFA Program's sophomore play. Last year it was a perfectly stunning production of "A Winter's Tale." This year it was "Twelfth Night." I'm going to write up a separate entry for it, I hope, but it was very good indeed, both funny and moving as it ought to be, with some interpretations of the various characters I had not seen before. And there was a decent-sized audience. The actors came out and mingled afterwards, but we were too shy to speak to any of them. They were well surrounded by admirers anyway.
I didn't get home until after six, and entered into a whirlwind of laundry and dishes and the placating of my own cat, not to mention conversation with David and Raphael and some fish admiration.
I did write about a hundred words after I made the LJ entry before this one, and while short, the new stuff is pretty dynamic, incorporating something I did not expect to happen. Not a plot point, a character interaction. I quite like it. I should do more, though.
Pamela
I did not lose my cellphone, I merely imagined I had detached it from its little charger and put it into my knapsack. Well, either that, or it got hungry and went home by itself. I am not entirely sure which theory is more disturbing.
Had a particularly good extra-long date with Eric. It was whatever the opposite of leavened is with some very fraught conversation, but good nonetheless.
It started with an afternoon walk in the neighborhood, wherein we heard cardinals and robins and house finches singing. Afterwards we stood about in the back yard and saw cardinals and a junco, and heard many chickadees, and looked at more of the new growth coming up all over. Just before we went in, I glanced over my shoulder at the rose bed and saw that two clumps of snowdrops were blooming in the unmown grass. (No, don't ask why there is grass, mown or unmown, in the rose bed. I won't answer you.)
Then we went inside and improvised a dish of tempeh with broccoli, potatoes, red peppers, snow peas, onions, and a fairly large quantity of fresh ginger, garlic, and serrano pepper, with some sherry and soy sauce to keep it company. We had to have it over rice-stick noodles because my temporary hobby of coughing had prevented my getting more brown rice.
Then we tried to watch "Topsy Turvy," but it appears that Blaisdell Poly doesn't actually own a copy. So we watched a concert DVD of Bela Fleck and the Flecktones that I'd picked up on Amazon while birthday shopping, because I knew Eric liked them.
Then we went back to his place and placated the cat, and he read a rather awful essay about nuclear weapons and the construction of accuracy, while I leafed peacefully through a book David's mother had lent me about the phenology of Rice County.
We lost an hour that night, so the morning was a bit hurried, because we wanted to get over to the Guthrie Laboratory and see the University of Minnesota's BFA Program's sophomore play. Last year it was a perfectly stunning production of "A Winter's Tale." This year it was "Twelfth Night." I'm going to write up a separate entry for it, I hope, but it was very good indeed, both funny and moving as it ought to be, with some interpretations of the various characters I had not seen before. And there was a decent-sized audience. The actors came out and mingled afterwards, but we were too shy to speak to any of them. They were well surrounded by admirers anyway.
I didn't get home until after six, and entered into a whirlwind of laundry and dishes and the placating of my own cat, not to mention conversation with David and Raphael and some fish admiration.
I did write about a hundred words after I made the LJ entry before this one, and while short, the new stuff is pretty dynamic, incorporating something I did not expect to happen. Not a plot point, a character interaction. I quite like it. I should do more, though.
Pamela
