Happy Making: Day III
This is getting to be both a necessary and a difficult task as the bus strike continues. Luckily my dad is off this week and next so, if push comes to shove, I can get to work next week. But it's a horrible hardship to him and I hate to do it. *sigh*
Okay, happy. So my sister had an exam today and since there were no buses, my dad and I drove her down. We took the car into the garage and then headed back downtown so that we could pick Dunkleman up when she finished writing 4 pages of bullshit on genetically modified potatoes or something.
In the interim we shopped together and actually enjoyed each other's company. My dad was in a Christmassy mood despite having to drive in shitty traffic and when my sister was finished we all decided to go for dinner. Sitting in the near-empty restaurant we discussed the slowness of business with no buses on the go. Our waiter's name was Simon and he had a voice that was all husk, no muss. I swooned over him while my sister ogled a boy with a jockish body but whose head was buried firmly in a book and his body ensconsed firmly in a cardigan. A lovely meal.
Driving home at 7, far past the traffic's end we were tired and hepped up at the same time. A bag full of sour candy, purchased on impulse, may have had something to do with it.
A good day to be sure. Nice to savour the last few days of unemployment.
Okay, happy. So my sister had an exam today and since there were no buses, my dad and I drove her down. We took the car into the garage and then headed back downtown so that we could pick Dunkleman up when she finished writing 4 pages of bullshit on genetically modified potatoes or something.
In the interim we shopped together and actually enjoyed each other's company. My dad was in a Christmassy mood despite having to drive in shitty traffic and when my sister was finished we all decided to go for dinner. Sitting in the near-empty restaurant we discussed the slowness of business with no buses on the go. Our waiter's name was Simon and he had a voice that was all husk, no muss. I swooned over him while my sister ogled a boy with a jockish body but whose head was buried firmly in a book and his body ensconsed firmly in a cardigan. A lovely meal.
Driving home at 7, far past the traffic's end we were tired and hepped up at the same time. A bag full of sour candy, purchased on impulse, may have had something to do with it.
A good day to be sure. Nice to savour the last few days of unemployment.