Quiet day off
Dec. 16th, 2002 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeSlept until almost noon, which was such a nice change from the usual Monday rush. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fearsclave best described the sensation I get on Monday mornings, except that mine aren't *quite* as stressful, and I don't tend to wake up at 4:45 anymore worrying about stuff that needs to be done (yay for Happy Pills and therapy!), but instead sleep until the very last minute I can get away with and then rush off to work like a bat out of hell.
I'm thinking of changing that habit. Maybe by getting up a little earlier and not stressing about getting to work on time because of the vagaries of traffic jams and whatnot might improve my days. Maybe not.
In any event, my plan was to spend the day mostly vegging, opening a new bank account, and getting some cleaning done in the appartment before going to have dinner with the Paternal Unit, who's been feeling kind of alone since the Maternal Unit departed for the East. She might not be home in time for Christmas, actually, and thus for the first time in 31 years they wouldn't be together for Christmas, which I think is not a prospect he's looking forward to with any great joy.
My day didn't turn out as planned. As they say, the best laid plans of mice and men... yeah. On an impulse I turned on my computer to check my email before going to the bank, and found email fromfirewillow who had forgotten about a previous engagement for tomorrow's lunch, and asked to push our lunch up for today. Not exactly something I'd object to, so I puttered out to meet her and actually found parking for one, which was a nice bonus.
Lunch was a quiet affair involving poutine and Dr. Pepper and random conversation, which was nice. We haven't done that in a really long time. We bought cookies afterwards (she at Subway and me at Monsieur Felix & Mr. Norton), and sadly parted ways all too soon, but such is life during the Christmas rush.
Memo to self: next weekend go and explore possibility of nifty new cat litter recommended by Firewillow.
On another whim, I stopped by Mélange Magique to check out the books and maybe poke at the incense and stuff. Met up with 'Mu who was looking after the most adorable baby girl in the world there, named Elsbeth. Elsbeth learned to walk five days ago, and was very pleased with herself, and raced all over the store with an adoring 'Mu in hot pursuit. She also had the cutest way of smiling by scrunching up her nose and eyes at you like a cat. I who am not prone to going completely googoo over kids, was a piece of putty in this girl's hands, not that she cared. She was too busy exploring.
Had a short chat with 'Mu, who recommended a book called "The Highly Sensitive Person" which she said made a lot of sense and reminded her of me as well as her. Apparently "Highly Sensitive People" make up about 20% of the population. They didn't have it in store, but I poked at the "sequel" which was "The Highly Sensitive Person In Love." I scanned it from cover to cover in about an hour, and while it said some things which resonated, it didn't strike me as the book for me. I may check out its predecessor, though, which is less about relationships and more about understanding how you function in society.
Poked around the store some more, considered purchasing Cunningham's "Living Wicca" but then decided it could at least wait until my next paycheque, especially as I'm not planning to suddenly abandon my Christian faith. I still don't think the two are mutually incompatible in many ways (not Wicca itself, but many pagan principles), but I have to give that a lot more thought and definitely not in this post.
Ended up buying some incense and a candle and a small star-shaped candle holder for a lot less money than I expected. Offered 'Mu a lift home, and ended up spending the rest of the afternoon and the entire evening with her, first going to her friend's appartment to take care of the cats while she was away (with the car it was a matter of twenty minutes to get everything done), and then going to Kilo for hot chocolate and carrot cake.
It was lovely talking to her again. I hadn't seen her in months, and I'll admit that part of me was hoping she'd be at Mélange Magique so I could talk to her again. Her fiancé I can do without, but she's a total darling and I really missed her. Finally I had to tear myself away from the really fascinating conversation which by the end had turned to her mother's profession (she's a school administrator) in order to drop her off at home and head off to the Paternal Unit's for dinner.
My poor father had almost given up on me by the time I arrived, and suddenly went into a tizzy of preparing more food than either of us could possibly eat. It's sweet and somewhat disturbing, but now that my mother's not home he's kind of taken her place, worrying that he's not feeding me enough when I go there, or that I'm not eating enough at home, or what have you. I think all this time he's been just as much of a worrywart as she, but because she was so much more vocal about it he took advantage of that to look like the strong, stable "voice of reason."
Ah well.
Came home, got caught up on BUS and LJ, and am now going to toddle off to the arms of Morpheus. Actually, if anyone tech-savvy is still reading this, could you tell me how you got those customised mood icons? I'd love to make some for my LJ...
fearsclave best described the sensation I get on Monday mornings, except that mine aren't *quite* as stressful, and I don't tend to wake up at 4:45 anymore worrying about stuff that needs to be done (yay for Happy Pills and therapy!), but instead sleep until the very last minute I can get away with and then rush off to work like a bat out of hell.I'm thinking of changing that habit. Maybe by getting up a little earlier and not stressing about getting to work on time because of the vagaries of traffic jams and whatnot might improve my days. Maybe not.
In any event, my plan was to spend the day mostly vegging, opening a new bank account, and getting some cleaning done in the appartment before going to have dinner with the Paternal Unit, who's been feeling kind of alone since the Maternal Unit departed for the East. She might not be home in time for Christmas, actually, and thus for the first time in 31 years they wouldn't be together for Christmas, which I think is not a prospect he's looking forward to with any great joy.
My day didn't turn out as planned. As they say, the best laid plans of mice and men... yeah. On an impulse I turned on my computer to check my email before going to the bank, and found email from
firewillow who had forgotten about a previous engagement for tomorrow's lunch, and asked to push our lunch up for today. Not exactly something I'd object to, so I puttered out to meet her and actually found parking for one, which was a nice bonus.Lunch was a quiet affair involving poutine and Dr. Pepper and random conversation, which was nice. We haven't done that in a really long time. We bought cookies afterwards (she at Subway and me at Monsieur Felix & Mr. Norton), and sadly parted ways all too soon, but such is life during the Christmas rush.
Memo to self: next weekend go and explore possibility of nifty new cat litter recommended by Firewillow.
On another whim, I stopped by Mélange Magique to check out the books and maybe poke at the incense and stuff. Met up with 'Mu who was looking after the most adorable baby girl in the world there, named Elsbeth. Elsbeth learned to walk five days ago, and was very pleased with herself, and raced all over the store with an adoring 'Mu in hot pursuit. She also had the cutest way of smiling by scrunching up her nose and eyes at you like a cat. I who am not prone to going completely googoo over kids, was a piece of putty in this girl's hands, not that she cared. She was too busy exploring.
Had a short chat with 'Mu, who recommended a book called "The Highly Sensitive Person" which she said made a lot of sense and reminded her of me as well as her. Apparently "Highly Sensitive People" make up about 20% of the population. They didn't have it in store, but I poked at the "sequel" which was "The Highly Sensitive Person In Love." I scanned it from cover to cover in about an hour, and while it said some things which resonated, it didn't strike me as the book for me. I may check out its predecessor, though, which is less about relationships and more about understanding how you function in society.
Poked around the store some more, considered purchasing Cunningham's "Living Wicca" but then decided it could at least wait until my next paycheque, especially as I'm not planning to suddenly abandon my Christian faith. I still don't think the two are mutually incompatible in many ways (not Wicca itself, but many pagan principles), but I have to give that a lot more thought and definitely not in this post.
Ended up buying some incense and a candle and a small star-shaped candle holder for a lot less money than I expected. Offered 'Mu a lift home, and ended up spending the rest of the afternoon and the entire evening with her, first going to her friend's appartment to take care of the cats while she was away (with the car it was a matter of twenty minutes to get everything done), and then going to Kilo for hot chocolate and carrot cake.
It was lovely talking to her again. I hadn't seen her in months, and I'll admit that part of me was hoping she'd be at Mélange Magique so I could talk to her again. Her fiancé I can do without, but she's a total darling and I really missed her. Finally I had to tear myself away from the really fascinating conversation which by the end had turned to her mother's profession (she's a school administrator) in order to drop her off at home and head off to the Paternal Unit's for dinner.
My poor father had almost given up on me by the time I arrived, and suddenly went into a tizzy of preparing more food than either of us could possibly eat. It's sweet and somewhat disturbing, but now that my mother's not home he's kind of taken her place, worrying that he's not feeding me enough when I go there, or that I'm not eating enough at home, or what have you. I think all this time he's been just as much of a worrywart as she, but because she was so much more vocal about it he took advantage of that to look like the strong, stable "voice of reason."
Ah well.
Came home, got caught up on BUS and LJ, and am now going to toddle off to the arms of Morpheus. Actually, if anyone tech-savvy is still reading this, could you tell me how you got those customised mood icons? I'd love to make some for my LJ...
