Assorted Saturday

J took me over to where my car is sitting forlornly so I could post a note saying "Not abandoned! Please do not tow!" Tomorrow, she's going to call AAA on my behalf and get them to put the donut on for me.

My check *should* be here on Tuesday, so I can go cash that and get a proper tire. (I hope my fav used tire place has the size I need, under $30 a plus.)

The amount of time I've been spending with J in recent months has been enlightening. I've found out things about her that I never suspected, and that goes both ways, because I'll say something and she'll be all "Really? I didn't know you liked that!"

So far, she's remarked that she never would've guessed I love classical music. I like pretty much everything except rap---just because I flaunted a taste for metal back in the 80s doesn't mean that's ALL I like. Or Harry Potter: I'd read the books before the movies started coming out. I adore salmon---I was talking about the best meal I ever ate---and how salmon is probably my favorite protein. Today she commented that she didn't know I had a thing for Clint Eastwood. Dad and I sat through his westerns, especially The Outlaw Josey Wales zillions of times, and For a Few Dollars More was one of the first DVDs I ever got, before I even had a DVD player of my own. And I watch football on TV, which astonished her.

She loves Roger Moore as Bond, while he's my least favorite (We watched Casino Royale and had a spirited discussion about Bonds.) I don't count George Lazenby or Peter Sellers. Dalton ranks just above Moore for me, while she detests him and ranks him last. When I pointed out that we'd seen Daniel Craig recently in The Golden Compass, she declared that she liked him better bearded. Wait til she sees him in chaps! At some point, I *AM* going to show her Cowboys and Aliens.

Things like that. It's been interesting; for the last couple decades, she was my friend's daughter, and now she's definitely a friend in her own right. And while there's a 10-year gap in our ages, she's the same age as Mb. It's not THAT much of a stretch.

Speaking of her mother, the other day, I made it home to snag a few things. Included in that was my favorite dressy dress, which I'd snagged the last time I wore it. A nasty half-inch snag on a nearly new dress (only worn 3-4 times)---but I recollected the trick Susie showed me to fix things like that. I rummaged in my sewing box and grabbed my needle-threader. From the back of the skirt, I found the snag and gently pushed the wire loop through the fabric at the center of the snag. I tucked the snag into the wire loop of the needle-threader, and carefully tugged it through to the back. Voila! The dress was fixed, has been laundered and is ready to wear.

I'm hoping for clear but not broiling weather for Monday so I can clean out my car. At some point this week, I need to take my cans in to recycle if I want any discretionary fund at all for next weekend. Coz I swear, I *am* going to see Contagion.

TTFN....

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Assorted Saturday

J took me over to where my car is sitting forlornly so I could post a note saying "Not abandoned! Please do not tow!" Tomorrow, she's going to call AAA on my behalf and get them to put the donut on for me.

My check *should* be here on Tuesday, so I can go cash that and get a proper tire. (I hope my fav used tire place has the size I need, under $30 a plus.)

The amount of time I've been spending with J in recent months has been enlightening. I've found out things about her that I never suspected, and that goes both ways, because I'll say something and she'll be all "Really? I didn't know you liked that!"

So far, she's remarked that she never would've guessed I love classical music. I like pretty much everything except rap---just because I flaunted a taste for metal back in the 80s doesn't mean that's ALL I like. Or Harry Potter: I'd read the books before the movies started coming out. I adore salmon---I was talking about the best meal I ever ate---and how salmon is probably my favorite protein. Today she commented that she didn't know I had a thing for Clint Eastwood. Dad and I sat through his westerns, especially The Outlaw Josey Wales zillions of times, and For a Few Dollars More was one of the first DVDs I ever got, before I even had a DVD player of my own. And I watch football on TV, which astonished her.

She loves Roger Moore as Bond, while he's my least favorite (We watched Casino Royale and had a spirited discussion about Bonds.) I don't count George Lazenby or Peter Sellers. Dalton ranks just above Moore for me, while she detests him and ranks him last. When I pointed out that we'd seen Daniel Craig recently in The Golden Compass, she declared that she liked him better bearded. Wait til she sees him in chaps! At some point, I *AM* going to show her Cowboys and Aliens.

Things like that. It's been interesting; for the last couple decades, she was my friend's daughter, and now she's definitely a friend in her own right. And while there's a 10-year gap in our ages, she's the same age as Mb. It's not THAT much of a stretch.

Speaking of her mother, the other day, I made it home to snag a few things. Included in that was my favorite dressy dress, which I'd snagged the last time I wore it. A nasty half-inch snag on a nearly new dress (only worn 3-4 times)---but I recollected the trick Susie showed me to fix things like that. I rummaged in my sewing box and grabbed my needle-threader. From the back of the skirt, I found the snag and gently pushed the wire loop through the fabric at the center of the snag. I tucked the snag into the wire loop of the needle-threader, and carefully tugged it through to the back. Voila! The dress was fixed, has been laundered and is ready to wear.

I'm hoping for clear but not broiling weather for Monday so I can clean out my car. At some point this week, I need to take my cans in to recycle if I want any discretionary fund at all for next weekend. Coz I swear, I *am* going to see Contagion.

TTFN....

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Freudian slip...chlorowhatsis?

Yesterday, when J and I went to leave the "Please don't tow!" note on my car, there were a dozen pickup trucks with empty boat trailers parked in the nearby lot. I commented that it was a pretty day to be out fishing. J said she wouldn't mind going for a swim.

Bearing in mind that this is Florida and that there are often gators in natural bodies of water, I thought a swimming pool would be a better choice. (Gators as a football team, fine. As a swimming companion, not so much.) What came out of my mouth was, "I prefer chloroform."

Which amused the hell out of J. I think I (not so unconsciously, no pun intended) would like to be swimming in the river of Lethe. Sleep, sleep, sleep---let my problems go far, far away.

I meant to say "chlorine", of course---have I ever mentioned that I almost poisoned myself with bleach as a toddler? My mom had left a cup on top of the washing machine while she was off doing whatever. I saw the cup, picked it up and spilled it, but didn't actually drink it. Mom, however, freaked out, had Uncle Frank drive us to the ER, where it took three orderlies to hold me down while they pumped my stomach.

I took swimming lessons at the Y for a couple years, and generally preferred pools to anything else, with the exception of Lake George, NY, and the Atlantic Ocean. Although after seeing Jaws, I because wary of going in past my knees.

I prefer chlorine.


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Freudian slip...chlorowhatsis?

Yesterday, when J and I went to leave the "Please don't tow!" note on my car, there were a dozen pickup trucks with empty boat trailers parked in the nearby lot. I commented that it was a pretty day to be out fishing. J said she wouldn't mind going for a swim.

Bearing in mind that this is Florida and that there are often gators in natural bodies of water, I thought a swimming pool would be a better choice. (Gators as a football team, fine. As a swimming companion, not so much.) What came out of my mouth was, "I prefer chloroform."

Which amused the hell out of J. I think I (not so unconsciously, no pun intended) would like to be swimming in the river of Lethe. Sleep, sleep, sleep---let my problems go far, far away.

I meant to say "chlorine", of course---have I ever mentioned that I almost poisoned myself with bleach as a toddler? My mom had left a cup on top of the washing machine while she was off doing whatever. I saw the cup, picked it up and spilled it, but didn't actually drink it. Mom, however, freaked out, had Uncle Frank drive us to the ER, where it took three orderlies to hold me down while they pumped my stomach.

I took swimming lessons at the Y for a couple years, and generally preferred pools to anything else, with the exception of Lake George, NY, and the Atlantic Ocean. Although after seeing Jaws, I because wary of going in past my knees.

I prefer chlorine.


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