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Mom and Dad just left after breakfast this morning: driving back up to Arlington to fly back to Pagosa. Sort of a whirlwind trip, and my brother very conspicuous by his absence.
I had to fetch Mom from Camano Island Friday night when they landed: Dad was staying up there talking planes and engines and business, and Mom was there to see me, so I reserved a Flexcar and then took the wrong bus to get to it right after work on Friday. Had to climb four stories worth of stairs to get from Westlake to Dexter. In heels. Grrr.
Glad I had the new cell phone, but I've got a voice mail on it from Dru, and I still can't retrieve the damn thing. I've read the manual cover to cover, and I'll just have to give in and call customer service or something to figure this one out.
Mom did bring the air mattress with her (as mine is currently hosting Kasha's parents) but it did the same thing air mattresses always do to me: by 4 am, my ass was hitting the floor. Maybe it's the way I sleep, maybe it's that I was alone on a queen sized mattress. Dunno. So I grabbed another blanket and moved to the couch.
Yesterday I was up at 6 to return the car (it was reserved by someone else for all of Saturday) and since Mom can't walk more than a couple of blocks at a time, I got my hands on another one after breakfast. Dru's car had mysteriously returned itself to the house after his trip to Oregon, but he was nowhere to be found. An entry in his exercise journal (left on the living room table) points to climbing. The car keys, also, were nowhere to be found, and a check for the alleged spares turned up nothing. So, another Flexcar was in order.
We got a present for my cousin who's heading for India to teach English, and then went poking around the Wallingford Center for baby gifts for my other cousin who's expecting (sometime in the next month or so, maybe?) Mom suggested skipping newborn stuff and getting 6-12 month stuff, as that's a rather neglected age, present-wise. I found a bright orange long-sleeved thermal shirt, and couldn't resist: with little orange pants and a green cap, it's the perfect Halloween costume: a pumpkin! I'm still tickled with the silly and the cuteness.
I went to pay, and realized that I'd forgotten my wallet with my debit card in the Flexcar. My wallet with the electronic member card that unlocks the Flexcar. In the locked Flexcar. A quick call to Flexcar's emergency on-call staff was all I needed: he told me to run out to the car, confirm the license plate for me, and click! The doors unlocked in front of me. Remotely. That was just too cool.
Gifts taken care of, Mom gave up her plan to look for glass bead artists (she discovered that most of the ones she wanted to visit were in Colorado, not Seattle.) and I started driving while we discussed what to do until Dad could come down that evening for dinner and a movie. A simple veer to pick up a home-for-sale flyer, and we spend the rest of the afternoon cruising through Wallingford, Ballard, Crown Hill and Loyal Heights looking for For Sale signs.
Dad got here a little late, with no time for dinner, and we headed to the IMAX theatre to catch Matrix Reloaded, which neither of them had seen before. Late enough, however, that by the time we got to the window, there were two tickets left. And three of us. Quick change of plans, and we took in Pirates of the Caribbean at Pacific Place instead. Fun, lovely flick.
And the eyeliner! And the swords! With the buckling! And the swash!
Merits a second viewing so I can get over the incoherency.
Mom commented on my overflow of books, about which I get very defensive. At the rate I'm going, I'll never have enough shelves, and she's concerned about that. But suggesting I should stop? That's a little like asking me: "Hey, can you survive without oxygen?" I can slow down, and I have (save for semi-annual Libraby Sale splurges.) I was even goint to take a little Book Collecting class, save for the tiny detail that it was held last night. My record for attending the ASUW classes I signed up for this quarter is not very good, and I'm still debating the Book Binding class on the 26th and 27th. Not only did I commit to run a game, the Highland Games is that weekend. Men in kilts!
Ah well. Plans are over-rated anyway.
I've seen too many 6ams this weekend. I think a nap is in order fairly soon.
I had to fetch Mom from Camano Island Friday night when they landed: Dad was staying up there talking planes and engines and business, and Mom was there to see me, so I reserved a Flexcar and then took the wrong bus to get to it right after work on Friday. Had to climb four stories worth of stairs to get from Westlake to Dexter. In heels. Grrr.
Glad I had the new cell phone, but I've got a voice mail on it from Dru, and I still can't retrieve the damn thing. I've read the manual cover to cover, and I'll just have to give in and call customer service or something to figure this one out.
Mom did bring the air mattress with her (as mine is currently hosting Kasha's parents) but it did the same thing air mattresses always do to me: by 4 am, my ass was hitting the floor. Maybe it's the way I sleep, maybe it's that I was alone on a queen sized mattress. Dunno. So I grabbed another blanket and moved to the couch.
Yesterday I was up at 6 to return the car (it was reserved by someone else for all of Saturday) and since Mom can't walk more than a couple of blocks at a time, I got my hands on another one after breakfast. Dru's car had mysteriously returned itself to the house after his trip to Oregon, but he was nowhere to be found. An entry in his exercise journal (left on the living room table) points to climbing. The car keys, also, were nowhere to be found, and a check for the alleged spares turned up nothing. So, another Flexcar was in order.
We got a present for my cousin who's heading for India to teach English, and then went poking around the Wallingford Center for baby gifts for my other cousin who's expecting (sometime in the next month or so, maybe?) Mom suggested skipping newborn stuff and getting 6-12 month stuff, as that's a rather neglected age, present-wise. I found a bright orange long-sleeved thermal shirt, and couldn't resist: with little orange pants and a green cap, it's the perfect Halloween costume: a pumpkin! I'm still tickled with the silly and the cuteness.
I went to pay, and realized that I'd forgotten my wallet with my debit card in the Flexcar. My wallet with the electronic member card that unlocks the Flexcar. In the locked Flexcar. A quick call to Flexcar's emergency on-call staff was all I needed: he told me to run out to the car, confirm the license plate for me, and click! The doors unlocked in front of me. Remotely. That was just too cool.
Gifts taken care of, Mom gave up her plan to look for glass bead artists (she discovered that most of the ones she wanted to visit were in Colorado, not Seattle.) and I started driving while we discussed what to do until Dad could come down that evening for dinner and a movie. A simple veer to pick up a home-for-sale flyer, and we spend the rest of the afternoon cruising through Wallingford, Ballard, Crown Hill and Loyal Heights looking for For Sale signs.
Dad got here a little late, with no time for dinner, and we headed to the IMAX theatre to catch Matrix Reloaded, which neither of them had seen before. Late enough, however, that by the time we got to the window, there were two tickets left. And three of us. Quick change of plans, and we took in Pirates of the Caribbean at Pacific Place instead. Fun, lovely flick.
And the eyeliner! And the swords! With the buckling! And the swash!
Merits a second viewing so I can get over the incoherency.
Mom commented on my overflow of books, about which I get very defensive. At the rate I'm going, I'll never have enough shelves, and she's concerned about that. But suggesting I should stop? That's a little like asking me: "Hey, can you survive without oxygen?" I can slow down, and I have (save for semi-annual Libraby Sale splurges.) I was even goint to take a little Book Collecting class, save for the tiny detail that it was held last night. My record for attending the ASUW classes I signed up for this quarter is not very good, and I'm still debating the Book Binding class on the 26th and 27th. Not only did I commit to run a game, the Highland Games is that weekend. Men in kilts!
Ah well. Plans are over-rated anyway.
I've seen too many 6ams this weekend. I think a nap is in order fairly soon.
