Honey Crisp are here!
'Jaynestown'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I should do some work, but I mostly want to play Batman: Arkham Asylum.
Slept in and forgot about going to the farmers market this morning--oh, well. Did finally get my ass into the shower and out the door mid-afternoon. Went to Kohl's and got a scarf and gloves for the winter (cute soft multicolor long scarf and warm purple gloves with a longish cuff), a baking sheet (the only one I had was flat with no lip, and I'm going to be making chicken cordon bleu with toasted crumbs, so I needed one with edges), and two pillows for my couch, since the ones that came with it were fraying badly with the stuffing showing through on the edges. The new ones are a burgundy one with golden brown circles on it and one with small multi-color squares all over it--both really cute and on sale.
I still have to dye my hair for tomorrow's book signing with Amy and other Chicagoistas.
Honey crisps appeared here 3 weeks ago. I just got some for the 'rents (they are 50 cents more per lb.)
Dye done. And holy hell, I am fried. Liberally applying aloe and lidocaine. It just keeps getting worse.
Okay, the ou person sees themselves as *outside* the gender binary, like I was wondering. That was quick. The internet is a cool place.
We got caught up in an Occupy Wall Street thing in San Francisco. Half marathon tomorrow.
Imagine me cheering you on as I did today in Baltimore.
Dinner tonight: pumpkin pie with goat cheese and cherry ice cream. Nom.
Also, Target's box Malbec is surprisingly good.
I just educated my father on the topic of polyamory. That was interesting. My parents have been surprisingly...unstartled by my interest in sexual orientation and gender identity and general sex shit. Maybe they get that I'm over forty. Maybe.
Mother had a really good day. I'm cautiously optimistic. But my trip is too short. I leave tomorrow morning.
My mother did seem surprised at how good I was at caretaking. I'm a little miffed at that. Why shouldn't I be?
What's depressing is how good I ask at general hospital shit. I've been able to help set a lot of expectations. I think some people think I'm medical. And I'm going to go straight from four and a half days in the hospital here into the ER. My life is kinda sad.
I think some people think I'm medical.
When Owen was getting ready to be put under general, the anesthesiologist asked me if I was a nurse when I started asking questions.
Sorry your trip is so short, ita. I hope your mom continues to have lots and lots of good days.