Last Friday
Jun. 10th, 2003 05:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanThey'd turned up the gravity, so I got up late and got very little done before it was time to meet Eric for dinner. We met at the Lotus To Go near his place. I had tofu lo mein and liked it. He tried the seafood pho, not an unreasonable exploration, since their other large soups are quite good, but he was disappointed in it. He was also a bit harried over having missed a bus and being late with everything, and I misinterpreted this natural mood as a sign that he didn't really want to spend the evening with me, but we got it straightened out. I wished I had more sprightly conversation, but its having been a high-gravity day, I pretty much didn't. (Eric has never once complained about my conversation. I just do this a lot.)
We walked back to his place. It was dark and damp, not a good time for birds or even bats. Once home for the nonce, I played with the cat, who actually did a few spectacular leaps in between explanations to me about how my technique with the toy is terrible. Eric was reading a riveting book by Jonathan Weiner called Time, Love, and Memory, all about fruit-fly research. The bits he read out to me were splendid. I poked about in my wildflower book as background research for my novel.
We had another silly misunderstanding at bedtime -- well, I produced one, that is. I do wonder if high-gravity days are low-brain-activity days. I shouldn't be surprised. It got straightened out all right.
In the morning we had coffee and a bit of breakfast, considered the weather report, and went over to Loring Park. We did not have high expectations, but we were richly rewarded. First a great white egret, and lots of busy redwinged blackbirds. Eric had been there on Thursday with another friend, and noticed that there were far more females visible than is usual later in the year. This was true on Saturday as well.
Then the great moment happened: a great blue heron flew slowly and majestically right over our heads and landed with tidy pomp just off the path, perhaps ten feet away. Then it stood there obligingly. Eric noted that it was a bit undersized and oddly not shy, which made us think it might be a juvenile. After a while we decided to give it some space and went on our way. We were doubly rewarded by seeing a second, larger great blue heron.
It's pretty funny that we went all the way to Afton and were so excited, when the herons are right here in the city. But the whole quality of the experience was different, and I'm glad to have had both of them.
In time we tore ourselves away from the park and took the bus to my house, where we had a snack of crackers and corn chips and hummos and greens and cherry tomatoes before tackling the yard work. I got to say hello to David, who was waiting around for Lydy to be ready to go to the Minn-Stf meeting.
Yipes, all of a sudden it's Saturday. I shall tardily and untidily start a new entry. Bwahaha.
Pamela
We walked back to his place. It was dark and damp, not a good time for birds or even bats. Once home for the nonce, I played with the cat, who actually did a few spectacular leaps in between explanations to me about how my technique with the toy is terrible. Eric was reading a riveting book by Jonathan Weiner called Time, Love, and Memory, all about fruit-fly research. The bits he read out to me were splendid. I poked about in my wildflower book as background research for my novel.
We had another silly misunderstanding at bedtime -- well, I produced one, that is. I do wonder if high-gravity days are low-brain-activity days. I shouldn't be surprised. It got straightened out all right.
In the morning we had coffee and a bit of breakfast, considered the weather report, and went over to Loring Park. We did not have high expectations, but we were richly rewarded. First a great white egret, and lots of busy redwinged blackbirds. Eric had been there on Thursday with another friend, and noticed that there were far more females visible than is usual later in the year. This was true on Saturday as well.
Then the great moment happened: a great blue heron flew slowly and majestically right over our heads and landed with tidy pomp just off the path, perhaps ten feet away. Then it stood there obligingly. Eric noted that it was a bit undersized and oddly not shy, which made us think it might be a juvenile. After a while we decided to give it some space and went on our way. We were doubly rewarded by seeing a second, larger great blue heron.
It's pretty funny that we went all the way to Afton and were so excited, when the herons are right here in the city. But the whole quality of the experience was different, and I'm glad to have had both of them.
In time we tore ourselves away from the park and took the bus to my house, where we had a snack of crackers and corn chips and hummos and greens and cherry tomatoes before tackling the yard work. I got to say hello to David, who was waiting around for Lydy to be ready to go to the Minn-Stf meeting.
Yipes, all of a sudden it's Saturday. I shall tardily and untidily start a new entry. Bwahaha.
Pamela
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Date: 2003-06-10 04:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-10 04:46 pm (UTC)I hope you weren't hurt.
Pamela
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Date: 2003-06-11 02:13 pm (UTC)