Flashes
of goldfinch on the sunny heliopsis.
Tall green stalks bow under the weight of the bird. I could
hardly see which was the petal and which was the feather.
-
I
really dislike drycleaners. Perhaps it's because the majority
of my clothing is home-washable and I don't have very much
experience, but I have a general sense of mistrust whenever
I go drop my clothes off. I ask myself if I will ever see
my clothes again, and if I do, I prepare myself for the possibility
they will be returned in some altered state.
What's
to prevent the "drycleaner" from taking my clothing,
spritzing it with some fabric freshener, and just handing
it back to me on a wire hanger, covered in sticky clear plastic
film with a tag stapled to it... without anything actually
being done to it?
I
brought a long black velvet dress to the drycleaner's. I intend
to wear it to a wedding in a couple of weeks. The only visible
"stain" was a small area of white crusty toothpasty-stuff
near the armpit. The dress has sparkles embedded in the fabric.
I was warned that some would fall off during the process.
Indeed.
After Mark picked it up and brought it home, I uncovered the
dress to see there were many sparkles missing, some white
crusty was still there, and I don't think it smelled very
differently than when I dropped it off.
Complain
or no?
<sigh>
So
I spent my birthday money. I have signed up for a yoga class.
My first one is Monday night.
I
decided to put the remainder of the money towards the purchase
of beads for a bracelet I'm starting to make for myself. (Here's
my schematic.)
Yesterday
I had some good Me Time. The primary goal was to secure the
stuff for the bracelet, but I had a lot of other errands to
run, which included obtaining a large latte from Starbucks
in the Glebe.
You
get the picture.
I
went to Sassy Bead Co., where I spent 90 minutes in near-mental
paralysis as I browsed thousands of teeny bottles of beads.
I was cursed with an overwhelming sense of General Indecision
that was starting to give me a headache. Pink beads? Little
blue ones? These stars ones? Big - little - too little? ARRRRRRGH!
Nevertheless,
$34.50 later I finally bought everything I needed and got
the latte, which by that point was critical. If, for some
reason, I was to be denied the latte I was going to turn into
a sobbing, pile of broken-down mush right there on Bank St.
Suffice
it to say it came just in time.
In
other news school stuff begins tomorrow. Sarah is in daycare
and Emma goes to school. We're pretty excited about it. I'm
also getting more contract work to do. I feel like things
are rolling now. We've made some changes to the office here
(to help us keep our workspace organized) and at least now
I have a place that is becoming more pleasant to work in.
We've
discovered we need a fax machine, and about 4 other electrical
outlets in this room.
Oh, and it's Mark's birthday tomorrow. And I still have presents
to wrap. :)
Oh, and it's Mark's birthday tomorrow. And I still have presents
to wrap. :)
