September 7th, 2010

Travel: 1933 Ford

Excellent weekend; sleepy weekday

Had a truly excellent, amazingly full weekend of adventure and productivity. I don’t have the focus right now to write much, but I will mention that plumtreeblossom and I made our annual pilgrimage to Canobie Lake Park and went shopping (one of our favourite kinds of dates, oddly enough, especially since ordinarily I find shopping a chore), I discovered that desiringsubject is quite a good cook, even when trying last-minute to accommodate the dietary needs of some weirdo who doesn’t eat tomatoes, I was reminded how happy I am when driving (especially with the sunroof open, a hand on my honeywuzzle’s knee, a breeze in my hair fuzz, and the sun on my face) and how much I need to get a car again, and I finished mowing the lawn, resulting in my temporary inability to hold anything in my left hand or raise my left arm very far. (Actually, I think that was from the weight of the weed whacker.)

Today I am very sleepy because I stayed up late last night for no good reason (and had an odd dream about a high-school biology teacher I once had giving me a very very strange punishment for political reasons), but I’m still full of joy from the weekend. And being tired doesn’t kill you.¹
¹ And if it does — hey, rest! So, fine either way. :-)