five thousand shades of blue
Monday, August 12, 2002
I don't feel like I stopped moving for a moment this weekend, but when I stop to tally up what I actually did the list seems painfully sparse: laundry. Weeding. Drawing up a design for a new hat for my SCA persona (and working on said project a bit). Shopping.
Weeding, though, that was a bitch. The garden was getting to look like small children could get lost in it. So in the course of taking out the weeds and the morning glory (excuse me, #*%#^$& morning glory) and the other noxious things that had decided to take precious water and sunlight from my tomatoes and peppers, I also discovered muscles I'd forgotten I'd had.
I also sat in on part of a Twin Peaks marathon that my roommate was having (along with another friend). Seems there's a
festival happening next weekend up in/around North Bend, Washington. She had only caught a few eps when it aired originally and her eyes just about popped out of her head when I told her that I had the first season on DVD. Don't know if they finished the entire set. I went to bed early. (Well, I tried, but had a hell of a time sleeping.)
is
this just not enough…?
