The last day and a half
Sep. 26th, 2002 01:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeDinner with the Parental Units went swimmingly. They brought me a Tintin poster of Tintin et le Crabe aux pinces d'or which we hung in my living-room.
They kept the bossiness to a minimum, which was a blessing, and we had a fun time, keeping the conversation light and fluffy. All unpleasantness was also kept to a minimum and brushed off with jokes as much as possible.
I think they were also impressed with my ability to actually put on a decent spread.
Slept in on Wednesday. Yar! Was hauled unceremoniously out of bed by cats, then concluded it was a good idea because I was almost late for lunch with firewillow. We went to a place whose name escapes me but was really quite good and the prices reasonable, and they actually served drinks in humongous proportions instead of itty-bitty ones. Food was more than decent, and the service was polite and efficient and solicitous but not overbearing, condescending or overanxious as the case might be.
Poor Fire was really upset about her grandmother, and there really was precious little I could do or say to make her feel better. I mean, I remember how it felt when my grandfather passed away this summer, and I wasn't even all that close to him. How devastating this must be for her I can't even begin to imagine...
Went to see shrink afterwards for first time in two weeks. Got a clean bill of health. I am officially in remission, folks! No more depression for me. Hah! Of course I still have to take the damned pills for another year, but it's still good news. :)
Decided on a whim to go to Mélange Magique, and met up with TT, RC's girlfriend and all-around kewl person. Just ask![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
firewillow and fearsclave and rotagar what I'm talking about. She referred me to a good book on Wicca stuff, called Making Magick. Of course this grated, because I hate it when people spell "magic" that way, but it looks informative anyway.
Met up withcurtana who was browsing for potential birthday presents, and moseyed off to Omer Deserres with her to ogle the art supplies. Bought myself two felt pens and more letter-writing stuff which is my latest passion along with Feng Shui and knitting. Will likely be doing creative stuff in the near future.
After that drove TT home, where I was to participate in RC's D&D game. RC was not in the best of moods, and I wasn't in the mood to put up with his crankiness and bossiness, but I managed to keep my tongue in check for most of the evening.
He barbecued some good if not remarkably tender steaks for us, and dinner was quite pleasant. The evening was marred by the arrival of the landlord who complained that we were making "noises like elephants" by stomping around in the apartment. The physical evidence that we were all sitting down didn't appear to deter him, nor RC's threat of kicking his obnoxious, patronising, stupid ass down the stairs.
TT tried to intervene, but sadly got shouted down by both men. By then things had gotten ugly, because the landlord had essentially shoved his foot in the door and was trying to force his way inside.
It went downhill from there, and even after the landlord had left RC and TT had an argument about how best to deal with the jackass.
I escaped upstairs to Fire's apartment (yes, it's the same landlord: what can I say? He's a jackass), and went back down later to continue D&D when the fighting was over. (Conflict Avoidance Girl strikes again!)
Anyhoo, Fire lent me two more books on Wicca, which look informative if quite different from the one I got at Mélange Magique. They're both by Scott Cunningham, and are Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner and Living Wicca: A Further Guide for the Solitary Practitioner. At least he spells magic properly. A lot of rather biased historical and anthropological analysis (poor Wiccans persecuted by the evil patriarchal Church) which tried really hard not to be biased and failed miserably. A lot of buddy-buddy type language typical of many books that make complex topics accepssible to the public, and lots of "don't worry, you can do it too!" type of encouragement, which I suppose is necessary if you don't want to scare some people off.
Will be delving further tonight. Am intrigued by candle/stone/herb aspect of Wicca, if not by the actual *religion*. It seems to me to be not fundamentally incompatible with Catholicism, as long as one doesn't actually use *magic* to work one's will upon the world. But using nature's properties to help oneself along and to help one become closer to God doesn't feel wrong to me.
Meh. Maybe I'm a heretic after all. Or too tree-huggerish for my own good. ;)
Iscurtana's birthday tomorrow. I'm curious to see Project X, which I saw in its unshaped form yesterday. Wonder what it is?
They kept the bossiness to a minimum, which was a blessing, and we had a fun time, keeping the conversation light and fluffy. All unpleasantness was also kept to a minimum and brushed off with jokes as much as possible.
I think they were also impressed with my ability to actually put on a decent spread.
Slept in on Wednesday. Yar! Was hauled unceremoniously out of bed by cats, then concluded it was a good idea because I was almost late for lunch with firewillow. We went to a place whose name escapes me but was really quite good and the prices reasonable, and they actually served drinks in humongous proportions instead of itty-bitty ones. Food was more than decent, and the service was polite and efficient and solicitous but not overbearing, condescending or overanxious as the case might be.
Poor Fire was really upset about her grandmother, and there really was precious little I could do or say to make her feel better. I mean, I remember how it felt when my grandfather passed away this summer, and I wasn't even all that close to him. How devastating this must be for her I can't even begin to imagine...
Went to see shrink afterwards for first time in two weeks. Got a clean bill of health. I am officially in remission, folks! No more depression for me. Hah! Of course I still have to take the damned pills for another year, but it's still good news. :)
Decided on a whim to go to Mélange Magique, and met up with TT, RC's girlfriend and all-around kewl person. Just ask
firewillow and fearsclave and rotagar what I'm talking about. She referred me to a good book on Wicca stuff, called Making Magick. Of course this grated, because I hate it when people spell "magic" that way, but it looks informative anyway.Met up with
curtana who was browsing for potential birthday presents, and moseyed off to Omer Deserres with her to ogle the art supplies. Bought myself two felt pens and more letter-writing stuff which is my latest passion along with Feng Shui and knitting. Will likely be doing creative stuff in the near future.After that drove TT home, where I was to participate in RC's D&D game. RC was not in the best of moods, and I wasn't in the mood to put up with his crankiness and bossiness, but I managed to keep my tongue in check for most of the evening.
He barbecued some good if not remarkably tender steaks for us, and dinner was quite pleasant. The evening was marred by the arrival of the landlord who complained that we were making "noises like elephants" by stomping around in the apartment. The physical evidence that we were all sitting down didn't appear to deter him, nor RC's threat of kicking his obnoxious, patronising, stupid ass down the stairs.
TT tried to intervene, but sadly got shouted down by both men. By then things had gotten ugly, because the landlord had essentially shoved his foot in the door and was trying to force his way inside.
It went downhill from there, and even after the landlord had left RC and TT had an argument about how best to deal with the jackass.
I escaped upstairs to Fire's apartment (yes, it's the same landlord: what can I say? He's a jackass), and went back down later to continue D&D when the fighting was over. (Conflict Avoidance Girl strikes again!)
Anyhoo, Fire lent me two more books on Wicca, which look informative if quite different from the one I got at Mélange Magique. They're both by Scott Cunningham, and are Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner and Living Wicca: A Further Guide for the Solitary Practitioner. At least he spells magic properly. A lot of rather biased historical and anthropological analysis (poor Wiccans persecuted by the evil patriarchal Church) which tried really hard not to be biased and failed miserably. A lot of buddy-buddy type language typical of many books that make complex topics accepssible to the public, and lots of "don't worry, you can do it too!" type of encouragement, which I suppose is necessary if you don't want to scare some people off.
Will be delving further tonight. Am intrigued by candle/stone/herb aspect of Wicca, if not by the actual *religion*. It seems to me to be not fundamentally incompatible with Catholicism, as long as one doesn't actually use *magic* to work one's will upon the world. But using nature's properties to help oneself along and to help one become closer to God doesn't feel wrong to me.
Meh. Maybe I'm a heretic after all. Or too tree-huggerish for my own good. ;)
Is
curtana's birthday tomorrow. I'm curious to see Project X, which I saw in its unshaped form yesterday. Wonder what it is?