Sociability Update
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pameladeanPerhaps that isn't the best subject line.
In any case, I wanted to write before I forgot everything about the very social Saturday I had last weekend.
David and Lydy and I, after a lot of discussion, had decided that we'd go first to our non-MinnStf friend's housewarming party, then to MinnStf, and then to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
minnehaha's party in the evening. I came downstairs at the appointed time, found no one in the living room, and as I was heading back into the kitchen, heard the shower go on in the downstairs bathroom. I went down to the basement and found David, who said he had just that moment sent me a pop-up saying that Lydy was running late. I said that that was great, I was going to take my cat outside.
I fetched him to the back door and put his harness and leash on and away we went. It was a glorious fall day, replete with Asian ladybugs sailing about in the sunlit air. Every few moments there would be a tock as one landed on my hat. Ari disdained to chase them, but he found some grasshoppers. The chickadees were deeing with great vigor and somewhere bluejays were making their squeaky-gate wheedle.
Eventually David came out the back door to tell me that they were ready to go. Ari saw him and came rushing down the sidewalk to greet him extravagantly, twining around David's ankles and putting up his chin to be scratched. David felt sure that Ari would take against him when this behavior only resulted in my picking the cat up and bringing him inside, but I said that would be entirely my fault, since I did it all the time, and I was right. Ari hissed at me and allowed more pets from David.
We drove off through the beautiful sunny day to Edina, with Lydy navigating from the notes in David's Palm Pilot. Somehow that is more stfnal to me than having a little device in the car do it.
I don't really like the architecture in Edina much. Our friend P's original Edina house was remarkable for being an old farmhouse from before the city spread so far. The new one was more like a typical Edina house, but it had its silly false rock front painted white and had a pleasing roofline. She has two cottonwood trees, one perfectly immense. She and her sister both seem to think this is a bad thing because the fluff is a nuisance. I'd love cottonwoods. She has some elms too and a lot of buckthorn.
I'm sure I would not have given the house a second glance had anybody taken me to see it. I don't like houses of that vintage. But P's sister is an artist, and paints stage sets, and does all sorts of faux fool-the-eye stuff; she also has a wonderful eye for colors, and so once inside I loved the house, though I shouldn't care to live in it. We complimented P's sister lavishly, and she took us around and showed us all the nifty little details she'd done all over, and in the closets. P was looking distinctly frazzled and did not introduce us to the people we didn't know, and none of us was together enough to just walk up and say, "Hi, I'm so-and-so." We hung out together in a group, talking of this and that. My mother showed up a bit after we did, with a huge basket of icicle pansies for P, and told me she had gotten another flat of them to share with me. They picked up some of the living-room colors very nicely. I sawpegkerr and her girls, but they were moving in a different direction.
I enjoyed watching my mother talk to the friends of mine she hadn't seen for a while. I am afraid that I made a pig of myself with the refreshments. P said to me when we got there, "Everything's vegan except for the obvious." So there were samosas and potato balls, made by a student of P's, and chocolate chip cookies, and fruit and veggies. I was not up to much socially, and realized much later than when P's ex-husband kindly asked me what my current writing project was, I could have returned the favor and asked what he was working on. Argh.
I ended up standing in the driveway for quite a long time withlydy and carbonel. The latter had bought a new house partly in consequence of P's having done so, and was packing, and had found a bunch of old manuscripts, including some of mine. It was news to lydy that I had written a Star Trek novel and tried repeatedly to sell it. When we went back in, a lot of people had left, including Peg and the girls. The cats were out in full force, however, and David ended up taking a number of photographs of the youngest. He also did pictures of the inside and the outside of the house. I wandered about coveting the kitchen, which was all brand-new and spacious and modern and very pretty, though not the colors I'd have chosen.
The woman who had made the samosas showed up, and after introductions and praise for the samosas, we left;carbonel had persuaded us to come and look at her new house before the light was quite gone.
To be continued, I suppose.
Pamela
In any case, I wanted to write before I forgot everything about the very social Saturday I had last weekend.
David and Lydy and I, after a lot of discussion, had decided that we'd go first to our non-MinnStf friend's housewarming party, then to MinnStf, and then to
minnehaha's party in the evening. I came downstairs at the appointed time, found no one in the living room, and as I was heading back into the kitchen, heard the shower go on in the downstairs bathroom. I went down to the basement and found David, who said he had just that moment sent me a pop-up saying that Lydy was running late. I said that that was great, I was going to take my cat outside.I fetched him to the back door and put his harness and leash on and away we went. It was a glorious fall day, replete with Asian ladybugs sailing about in the sunlit air. Every few moments there would be a tock as one landed on my hat. Ari disdained to chase them, but he found some grasshoppers. The chickadees were deeing with great vigor and somewhere bluejays were making their squeaky-gate wheedle.
Eventually David came out the back door to tell me that they were ready to go. Ari saw him and came rushing down the sidewalk to greet him extravagantly, twining around David's ankles and putting up his chin to be scratched. David felt sure that Ari would take against him when this behavior only resulted in my picking the cat up and bringing him inside, but I said that would be entirely my fault, since I did it all the time, and I was right. Ari hissed at me and allowed more pets from David.
We drove off through the beautiful sunny day to Edina, with Lydy navigating from the notes in David's Palm Pilot. Somehow that is more stfnal to me than having a little device in the car do it.
I don't really like the architecture in Edina much. Our friend P's original Edina house was remarkable for being an old farmhouse from before the city spread so far. The new one was more like a typical Edina house, but it had its silly false rock front painted white and had a pleasing roofline. She has two cottonwood trees, one perfectly immense. She and her sister both seem to think this is a bad thing because the fluff is a nuisance. I'd love cottonwoods. She has some elms too and a lot of buckthorn.
I'm sure I would not have given the house a second glance had anybody taken me to see it. I don't like houses of that vintage. But P's sister is an artist, and paints stage sets, and does all sorts of faux fool-the-eye stuff; she also has a wonderful eye for colors, and so once inside I loved the house, though I shouldn't care to live in it. We complimented P's sister lavishly, and she took us around and showed us all the nifty little details she'd done all over, and in the closets. P was looking distinctly frazzled and did not introduce us to the people we didn't know, and none of us was together enough to just walk up and say, "Hi, I'm so-and-so." We hung out together in a group, talking of this and that. My mother showed up a bit after we did, with a huge basket of icicle pansies for P, and told me she had gotten another flat of them to share with me. They picked up some of the living-room colors very nicely. I saw
pegkerr and her girls, but they were moving in a different direction.I enjoyed watching my mother talk to the friends of mine she hadn't seen for a while. I am afraid that I made a pig of myself with the refreshments. P said to me when we got there, "Everything's vegan except for the obvious." So there were samosas and potato balls, made by a student of P's, and chocolate chip cookies, and fruit and veggies. I was not up to much socially, and realized much later than when P's ex-husband kindly asked me what my current writing project was, I could have returned the favor and asked what he was working on. Argh.
I ended up standing in the driveway for quite a long time with
lydy and carbonel. The latter had bought a new house partly in consequence of P's having done so, and was packing, and had found a bunch of old manuscripts, including some of mine. It was news to lydy that I had written a Star Trek novel and tried repeatedly to sell it. When we went back in, a lot of people had left, including Peg and the girls. The cats were out in full force, however, and David ended up taking a number of photographs of the youngest. He also did pictures of the inside and the outside of the house. I wandered about coveting the kitchen, which was all brand-new and spacious and modern and very pretty, though not the colors I'd have chosen.The woman who had made the samosas showed up, and after introductions and praise for the samosas, we left;
carbonel had persuaded us to come and look at her new house before the light was quite gone.To be continued, I suppose.
Pamela
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Date: 2003-10-10 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-10 10:52 pm (UTC)I still read Diane Duane's, now that they let her have her characters back. But that's all.
Pamela
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Date: 2003-10-11 08:27 am (UTC)I hope you will continue your California adventures. I mention this not to be a nag, but that is my favorite part of the state, and seeing it described through your eyes was a treat.
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Date: 2003-10-11 10:49 am (UTC)Pamela