Or Maybe It Would Be Better If I Ignored It Entirely
You see that little calendar on my blog page? There to the right? Not only does it mock me for the days that I have failed to post anything, it is now mocking me with the number of days until my birthday. I had thought it was just recently jekesta's birthday, and then only a little bit later it was the Pottergeddon. Somehow I've been lingering on those too long and have failed to notice that I'm a week away from my birthday. How did that happen?
My vague idea for this year was to see the Chihuly exhibit at the conservatory, but of course this is impossible.* The nighttime illuminations only occur Wednesday through Friday; frankly I couldn't see going without seeing his glassworks lit up. (There is also the irritating shortage of transport to and fro, and a depressing lack of anyone to see it with, so let us not even bother with get our hopes up.)
I've failed also to do anything alphabet-related during my abecedarius year, alas. jekesta reports that being a cube is quite nice so far, and she is not often wrong about numbers. I must take heart. There are whimsical cupcakes and fondant to be made after all.
Other cheering things that might or might not constitute a wishlist
* Note for new readers: anything I desire to do on my birthday is impossible - routinely and as a matter of course. SEE ALSO: birthday wangst
My vague idea for this year was to see the Chihuly exhibit at the conservatory, but of course this is impossible.* The nighttime illuminations only occur Wednesday through Friday; frankly I couldn't see going without seeing his glassworks lit up. (There is also the irritating shortage of transport to and fro, and a depressing lack of anyone to see it with, so let us not even bother with get our hopes up.)
I've failed also to do anything alphabet-related during my abecedarius year, alas. jekesta reports that being a cube is quite nice so far, and she is not often wrong about numbers. I must take heart. There are whimsical cupcakes and fondant to be made after all.
Other cheering things that might or might not constitute a wishlist
- The pleasure of your company! Really. I mean this. You're probably not avaliable, I realize, but it is a nice notion all the same.
- The pleasure of your handwriting! For those of you across state and country borders, this usually entails lovely stamps and postmarks as well. A win-win situation.
- A Flickr pro account? I've never needed to have one before now, but they sure look spiffing. (Lj is not to be getting money on my behalf until they mend some more fences.)
- Stoppered glass phials to put things in are grand.
- Yarn - solid color sock yarn to be specific. I've taken it into my head to embark on Socktoberfest this year. Take pity on me.
- Polaroid film of the SX70 nature [3.5" x 4.2"], though that's grasping at straws. Polaroid pins would charm me just as much.
- ::abuses the list tags::
* Note for new readers: anything I desire to do on my birthday is impossible - routinely and as a matter of course. SEE ALSO: birthday wangst