Would you join a slow marching band, and take pleasure in your leaving?
Home again.
The drive was long, the cats, cake and company at end of it was great. The Palimpsest show was brilliant, and I have yet another incipient musecrush on the fire now -- I'll not name names, lest it come across all weirdly stalkerey, but there is someone whose green eyes and violet voice just made the harmonies in my brain slow dance and rub-hump against each other without shame. I like muses. That's why I collect so very many, you see.
We passed a dodgy airbed night, due more to our own reactions to unfamiliar surroundings, and being entirely unused to pajamas than anything else, and in the morning, after the Benediction of the Bean, the Tormentation of the Cats with the Spearmint Bubbles, and assorted discussions of varying intellectual merit and comprehension, Dominus and I decided to take ourselves off and locate some sustaining food for the drive home. We elected to hit the Homing function on Magellan, and just to keep our eyes open for likely restaurants on the way, and thus we tripped over Talk of the Town diner. Excellent spinach-bacon omelette, and Dominus did not seem at all displeased with his diner-benchmark order, the eggs and hash. We declared it a win.
The drive home was mostly silent, with occasional singing -- and some amusement when iPod followed Hail Holy Queen from Sister Act, with Herod's Song from Jesus Christ Superstar. Two songs later, we had Sarah MacLachlan's Prayer of St. Frances, but the string was broken, alas, so it wasn't quite so funny. Now, if we'd managed to get Depeche Mode's Personal Jesus in there...
Anyway. Upon arriving home, we found our library floor DONE! Cleaned up, and frankly, GORGEOUS! We have plenty of flooring material left over, so we'll be using it in the shelf units, mantlepiece, and cabinet doors, bench fronts, and suchlike. The rest of the team will be here tomorrow to finish the kickboards and crown molding. And from there onward, we're down to squabbling with the personal property replacement people. Not looking forward to that, but it is what it is.
And now?
I'm going to make curry and drink booze. Later, there will be a bath, and flowerdy bubbles, candles, and other thoroughly girly stuff.
I regret nothing.
The drive was long, the cats, cake and company at end of it was great. The Palimpsest show was brilliant, and I have yet another incipient musecrush on the fire now -- I'll not name names, lest it come across all weirdly stalkerey, but there is someone whose green eyes and violet voice just made the harmonies in my brain slow dance and rub-hump against each other without shame. I like muses. That's why I collect so very many, you see.
We passed a dodgy airbed night, due more to our own reactions to unfamiliar surroundings, and being entirely unused to pajamas than anything else, and in the morning, after the Benediction of the Bean, the Tormentation of the Cats with the Spearmint Bubbles, and assorted discussions of varying intellectual merit and comprehension, Dominus and I decided to take ourselves off and locate some sustaining food for the drive home. We elected to hit the Homing function on Magellan, and just to keep our eyes open for likely restaurants on the way, and thus we tripped over Talk of the Town diner. Excellent spinach-bacon omelette, and Dominus did not seem at all displeased with his diner-benchmark order, the eggs and hash. We declared it a win.
The drive home was mostly silent, with occasional singing -- and some amusement when iPod followed Hail Holy Queen from Sister Act, with Herod's Song from Jesus Christ Superstar. Two songs later, we had Sarah MacLachlan's Prayer of St. Frances, but the string was broken, alas, so it wasn't quite so funny. Now, if we'd managed to get Depeche Mode's Personal Jesus in there...
Anyway. Upon arriving home, we found our library floor DONE! Cleaned up, and frankly, GORGEOUS! We have plenty of flooring material left over, so we'll be using it in the shelf units, mantlepiece, and cabinet doors, bench fronts, and suchlike. The rest of the team will be here tomorrow to finish the kickboards and crown molding. And from there onward, we're down to squabbling with the personal property replacement people. Not looking forward to that, but it is what it is.
And now?
I'm going to make curry and drink booze. Later, there will be a bath, and flowerdy bubbles, candles, and other thoroughly girly stuff.
I regret nothing.