Stick a fork in me, I'm done —redux

[mousme]

Huh. Safari just auto-filled in my title for me. I guess I must've used it before. So I added another word in just to spite the auto-fill thingie.

Anyway, the day should be far from over, except that I got smacked upside the head with the Two-By-Four Of Tired™.

The day started out beautifully enough. I got up at 8:30, which was half an hour later than I'd planned but well within the one-hour-of-oversleeping parameters I allowed myself. I had a nice shower (not rushed the way I am on weekday mornings) and made myself bacon & eggs, which I specifically bought last night for this purpose. I checked LJ, and was out the door at 9:30 in order to feed the felines downstairs.

In feline news, Grimmie has ceased running away in complete abject terror when I come in. Now he stops on the first stair going to the basement before remembering that I am, in fact, his friend, and that I shall soon be providing him with food. Saash still hates me because I'm not her mummy.

I got to the rehearsal space at about 9:50, and spent an hour or so trying to beat "Enter Sandman" into submission, with little success. I stopped for a break around 11:00, expecting toughlovemuse and owldaughter to be showing up at any minute.

By 11:10 I began to suspect that band practice had been cancelled without my knowledge. ai731 is out of town this week, and karine had a last-minute scheduling conflict. I thought that it might not be an unreasonable stretch of the imagination to conclude that practice had, in fact, been cancelled.

My suspicions were confirmed when, then minutes later, a rather harried toughlovemuse came in. She'd tried to reach me by phone (impossible since I wasn't at home), had then lost her metro pass, and had encountered any number of annoyances and obstacles on her way to rehearsal so that I wouldn't have to wait all by myself for people who would never show up, which I thought was very sweet and totally above and beyond the call of duty.

We took advantage of her presence to continue hammering "Enter Sandman" into submission, and I am pleased to say that I have finally been able to play all the way through to Concert Letter D, although I'm still having a few problems in Concert Letter B with the placement of a cymbal crash.

After about an hour's worth of practice we called it a day, and toughlovemuse decided to be a bad, bad influence and take me to the quilting shop in Pointe Claire. :::drooooool:::

Repeat to self: I do NOT need another hobby. I do NOT need another hobby. I do NOT need another hobby...

I picked up something for a Soopar Seekrit Projekt. I am pleased. :D


After that we had lunch at a slightly overpriced tea room that adjoined the quilting shop (which was also overpriced, I might add), and then partook of ice cream at a little stand further down the street.

I dropped toughlovemuse at home after that, because the poor thing stepped on her foot wrong and sprained her ankle along the way. So we figured it was better for her to go home and put up the poor abused foot with some ice rather than continue traipsing about on it.

I left her safe and sound, and hied myself to Chapters where I bought myself a copy of The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russel, which we'll be discussing at the next chapter of the Nebula Book Club this coming Wednesday. I've read about 10 pages so far, and I think I'm going to get hooked very quickly.

I'm home now. I didn't end up going to Loblaw's as I'd planned, because, as I mentioned I am teh t1r3d, and I have a very annoying headache, though it thankfully doesn't appear to be a migraine. I shall go to bed early tonight, get up early tomorrow and do all the stuff that I meant to get done today. It's not that much, I don't think. If I'm up between 8:00 and 9:00 again I should have plenty of time to get all this stuff done.

It's 7:15 now, or thereabouts. I shall do my dishes, settle down with my book for a few minutes, and then turn in. That sounds like a plan to me.

Stay tuned for more fascinating insights into the Life of Phnee, folks. ;)

Comments

[swestrup]

I've passed said overpriced tea-room in Pointe Clair many times, but have not gone in. What were your impressions of it?

Oh, and Nebula Book Club? I thought Nebula bookshop was long defunct, or its this a coincidental name?

[mousme.livejournal.com]

Overpriced tea-room was nice, though the waitress was a little scattered. The food was unremarkable (hence my comment of overpriced), but I think if you're going in only for tea and not for lunch then it's not bad. I thought that, all things considered, there was a low selection of teas, but the one I had (peach and melon-flavoured) was very nice indeed.

Nebula is indeed named after the shop, even though the shop is now no more. The club has survived even if the shop went under. :)

[curtana.livejournal.com]

Oh, I really wanted to go to the book club, but it slipped my mind until you mentioned it, and now I have no idea whether I'll be able to get ahold of and find time to read a 450-page book by Wednesday. In case I miraculously manage to do so, remind me tomorrow to get the time and place from you!

[joane.livejournal.com]

Quilting = teh ebil. My friend Jill from school got me into it (ref: baby quilts for Arthur and a cousin's baby in England), and I fear that I'm slipping into the insanity. Slightly. Fabrics shiny PRETTIES!

[mousme.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it. SO much stuff to buy, and SO many pretty fabrics, and needles and PATTERNS and GAH!

I was going to write a response to the JP for CS1 last night, but got smacked with The Tired. I will respond tonight, come hell or high water.

[luvenditti.livejournal.com]

FOUR MORE DAYS!!!

[mousme.livejournal.com]

Woohoo!