But we found shiny rocks and pretty things!

Note to self: remember to leave a trail of sand dollars from the beach to the liquor store next F2F

Note to self: Laugh like a loon at Hec should the next F2F be in NO (as it should be) and he has to leave sand dollars all over the Quarter.

Nora, scramble her some eggs and kosher cheese, and let her watch. Translation: Nilly omelet. I did it in a 99 cent aluminum pan I bought for the purpose. She's extremely easy to please in terms of food.

Tep, love, that link isn't working for me. Asleep on my feet and having a very bad MS day and must go to bed.

But I am with Nora on the time issue. Mine goes back to childhood, being raised with the idea that taking other peoples' time for granted by being late for no genuine reason was high on the list of unacceptable rudeness, because it meant I was, in effect, saying "your time doesn't matter." Whereas I'm rather less intense about it these days, I've never lost the sense of insult that comes from people saying sure, I'll meet you at half past one, showing up at ten to three, and acting wronged. Can't deal with it at all, unless I get a phone call: look, shit happened, will be late, not taking your time for granted, just letting you know. That, I'm fine with.

Also, sometimes? LOTS of people get affected by having timing ignored. It makes a huge difference when airplanes are being caught, for instance...

Off to sleep a bit, ache a bit less, and hopefully decrankify. But I managed to get Betsy at least a small amount of F2F quality time, lunch with Bev and Ginger.

There are people who simply have a worse sense of time than others do. Don't get me wrong, I'm gonna put my mind to it and do my level best to get to dinner tomorrow early*. But I have a bad sense of how time passes, how long it takes to do things or get places, etc. This contributes to my being late fairly often, and it's not out of a lack of care for the person I'm meeting.

Mind you, I am apologetic when I'm late. I do get that I'm the one who screwed up.

(*Which is to say insofar as it's under my control I willl get there early. I can make no promises about buses or trains breaking down, though.)

Yeah, I actually don't have a huge concept of time. And have trouble caring about it, though it bugs other people.

I wouldn't have accepted Nora's time-sensitive invite, at all, because I could give a shit about being late and resent having to race against a clock to pay to sit at a restaurant just for the convenience of the people I'm paying to cook for me. I'd rather not go than get all stressed about going somewhere.

Half the invitations I turn down are due to some time-constraint issue.

It's always a problem in any largish city. I'm almost always inconsistant in my timing to get to work. Leave early- smooth sailing all the way in and get there too early. Leave at the right time- sometimes get there on time, sometimes 5-30 minutes late depending on which of the 3 major highways are being constructed on, whether people lost their minds because water was coming from the sky, or whether there was a particularly interesting accident/tree/roadsign on the way. If I'm already running a few behind, I'm likely screwed or on time.

The last thing I had a specific time to show up for -- I was fifteen minutes late. And the first person to reach the restaurant. Next person showed up in 10 minutes, and the person after that in about twenty more.

No harm was done, and we had a good time.

The night before, there was an evening planned with multiple segments, and a driver being paid by the hour. No one was that late, but even worse -- we waited and waited for someone who only later revealed she wasn't actually in California that day. The delay waiting for her for twenty minutes meant our reservation got jacked up, and we had to stand around the restaurant for twenty more minutes before they could seat us.

Despite that, we had a good time.

Sometimes it messes with the plans, sometimes it has no effect at all. I'd just rather not be that one taking the risk. Although, I sometimes am. Traffic, LA, predictability -- unmixy things.

The Nilly has Landed!

She is safely at Tom & Nora's awaiting the arrival of other Somervillains.

The Nilly has Landed!

Yay! She's gonna be a tired little critter by the time we send her back, but what a grand tour.

Huzzah!

I'm making a run to the store for trashy magazines and batteries for my mp3 player for my TRAIN RIDE tommorrow!

Runs away squealing and waving arms like a Muppet.