17 August, 1998

Over the Moon

Thursday I went to the library. Friday I worked, and then went out to dinner with people, and had a reasonably good time despite spending too much money. We (myself, Jim, Marith, Chrisber, Lance, Megan, Ambar, Chuck) went to the Sundance Mine Company and had steak. Lots of steak, and lots of garlic mashed potatoes. I took the leftover potatoes home with me, where they will sit in the 'fridge until I throw them away -- but at least I tried not to waste them.

After dinner we went to Kepler's, where I bought The Courage to Heal, plus a book on repressed memory which turns out to have been a major lose, plus a weird book of numbered lists which is destined to be abused horribly in some future Mage sessions. I almost bought the B5 season guides, but didn't on the grounds that they're awfully expensive and I can pick them up later.

Jim and I vanished soon after I found books; we went home and he messed with his new laptop (his current job gave him one, since the laptop his has courtesy of his former job may vanish soon) and I read my books and remembered a bunch of small things which I wrote down to tell my therapist when he comes back from vacation in forever.

Saturday I slept late but not late enough, then went with Jim to Mike & Susan's house-rewarming. Their house was flooded back in February, but has since been fixed and repainted and looks quite lovely. This was hardly the first time I've seen it -- we game there weekly -- but it was amusing to see the reactions of people who hadn't had a chance to admire it. The rest of the party didn't work very well for me, unfortunately; there were lots of random neighbours & parents from playgroups & such there, and thus I spent most of my time studiously avoiding interaction with any strangers. This probably didn't thrill Susan, but I just wasn't up to being social with people I had never met before. Too much work.

Eventually a small sub-section of us (Rachel and Jeremy, Czr, myself and Jim, Chrisber, Al&Sheryl&Robin&Katie) went to dinner at Rangoon. I started out pretty tense and spiky, but it was nice, and by the end of it I was having a grand time. Afterwards most of us went back to Mike & Susan's and played Elvenlands, which is a weird German board game. Much fun was had by all.

Sunday. Sunday I slept a lot. I talked to my mom a little on the phone. I slept more. I ate breakfast. I slept more. Eventually Jim and I went to dinner by ourselves (having determined that more people was a bad idea), and then came home. I did laundry and played with his Macintosh. He put together his desk. Domestic peace and tranquility, marred only by the fact that I had an intensely negative emotional reaction to (of all things) the cat wandering into my room while I was putting away laundry. Why? No clue. And I wanted a quiet evening too much to work on it, so instead it's on-queue.

That was the weekend.

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Today has been a lot of very productive coding, mostly to Over the Rhine (yes, my obsession with them continues) and Jane Siberry. I like Maria quite a bit, although No Borders Here is still my absolute favourite Siberry album of all time.

Rachel's shoulder broke, so I took her to the chiropractor today, and was left at Know Knew Books for the duration of her visit. Horrors! Well, a potential horror to my bank account, but I escaped with minimal damage. Used bookstores are nice that way. I did, though, pick up the first five Anne of Green Gables books (lovely childhood reading revisisted), a British schoolgirl book (ie: young girls in a British girl's school in Austria, written 1925 and very charming), another random YA book, several William Tenn novels (because Jo Walton reccomended him strongly via Usenet), a copy of Growing up Weightless (John M. Ford, everyone should read it) for Chrisber, and Larque on the Wing by Nancy Springer, which so far is fabulous. I'm already halfway through it, and it is thoroughly devouring my brain. I think I understand what makes magic realism now.

PernMUSH (my secret vice) is ramping up to a frenzied peak of busy-ness, as the Hatching is a week from Wednesday and chaos reigns. I'm glad it will all be over soon.


©1998 Cera Kruger

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