damn, it's already Sunday?
As each weekend passes I usually end up wondering where it went...
Painted a vase at Amazin' Glazin' on 13th and Tacoma. Will pick it up Thursday, and stop in at New Seasons to pick up some yummy smelling flowers as well.
Browsed through bookstore/ coffee shop Tru Brew with hummus bagel and fresh orange juice in hand
spent a night talking with random strangers, who weren't so strange
plans to get a bike as soon as repairs are made, trading a juicer will bring down the price
Walked several miles, then picked up goodies at Food Fight!... including a canvas bag which declares me a cow hugger
Enjoyed a family dinner
Sang a song at "kori-oke" and apparently didn't embarrass myself as I thought I might
Walked around an independent used book store on Division. Bought two books one critiquing Voltaire's politics and the other a compare/ contrast, practical application of Tolstoy and Dostoevsky's major themes to the politics during the time their works were written. Love the smell of old books.
Listening to the wurlitzer having its keys tickled in a nearby room
kitty lovin's make any moment happy... except for when Samhain licks my eyelid, then it's rather painful
Painted a vase at Amazin' Glazin' on 13th and Tacoma. Will pick it up Thursday, and stop in at New Seasons to pick up some yummy smelling flowers as well.
Browsed through bookstore/ coffee shop Tru Brew with hummus bagel and fresh orange juice in hand
spent a night talking with random strangers, who weren't so strange
plans to get a bike as soon as repairs are made, trading a juicer will bring down the price
Walked several miles, then picked up goodies at Food Fight!... including a canvas bag which declares me a cow hugger
Enjoyed a family dinner
Sang a song at "kori-oke" and apparently didn't embarrass myself as I thought I might
Walked around an independent used book store on Division. Bought two books one critiquing Voltaire's politics and the other a compare/ contrast, practical application of Tolstoy and Dostoevsky's major themes to the politics during the time their works were written. Love the smell of old books.
Listening to the wurlitzer having its keys tickled in a nearby room
kitty lovin's make any moment happy... except for when Samhain licks my eyelid, then it's rather painful