stress relievers, of a sort
It's late Sunday right now. I didn't do a whole lot this weekend, which I'm not too thrilled about.
Yesterday...I ran errands. I think. Oh, went to Creatch's to practice giving Max his shot. She found out this week that he has diabetes (poor fellow) and since I'm housesitting for her soon I need to be able to give him his shots and know what to do if he goes into insulin shock or something. I wasn't sure if I could do the whole injection thing - I've never been okay around needles. But he was a real trooper and it was NOTHING. The needle's only about half an inch long and the amount of insulin is only 3cc's. Not even a DROP. If he goes into shock, it'll be really obvious and I'm supposed to give him this whole tube full of maple syrup. Okay. I can do that. I've been giving Dunkin a pill every day for the past four years.
So I hung out there for a few hours. Watched the dS ep "Chinatown". I can see from occasional little things where Fraser/Vecchio fans might get that slash idea, but I loathe the way Vecchio treats Fraser most of the time. He makes fun of him, interrupts him constantly, doesn't trust him, and is ALWAYS condescending. God, I hate him more with each episode I see of his. But it is important, I think, to watch these eps to get a better feel for who Fraser is.
But personally, it's RayK all the way for me, baby.
Mmmm...today. Went to PAFA with mom for a little while, just to look around. I'm delighted that I went because I got the catalogue book of the Maxfield Parrish exhibit they did about three years ago. That exhibit single-handedly turned me on to his work, which I admire enormously. For Hannukah last year, my father gifted me with two old books with prints of Parrish's work, one of which still has uncut pages. (I might have mentioned these books earlier here or in Bindlechat.) When I have my own place, I plan to have a 'library' and those two books are going to be displayed front and center. I treasure them.
Ah yes, I also talked to Beth and at her prodding finally called the guy I 'met' at Chemistry (dance club) last week. He had to call me back, but seemed delighted to hear from me. He did call and we arranged to get together on Thursday for dinner and to shoot pool. His name is Adam, he's good-looking, blond and nicely built. I originally know him from a Soc. class I took this spring. We ran into each other at the club last Friday.
Beth will be home on Wednesday for good! Yay!
I had this lovely dream on Friday night/Saturday morning where I was with...well...it's ironic that I call him my dream guy, but that's what he is. See, I've always had a thing for Celtic-looking guys. Hell, I've always had a thing for anything Celtic, okay? But men with dark hair and pale skin and blue or green eyes just have always drawn me in. Kinda explains why I think Hugh Dillon is so gorgeous. Well the guy in the dream looked just like him - and I TOLD him that. I think his name was Holden, or something like that, it started with an H but wasn't 'Hugh'. He asked if that was a good thing, and I replied hell yeah, and then commented that his hair was different: clean and shiny and black. And his eyes were green, not pale blue. But he was stunningly, unbelievably beautiful.
He acted kinda like Joe, all punk. But without all the drugs and smoking. He wanted me to watch his band play.
Unfortunately, I had to wake up from that dream. I'm still upset about that.
One more thing to say. If I don't get to ride tomorrow...God, I really need to. I need to swing up on Chester and streeeeeeettttttch my legs out and work on rebalancing my seat and jumping as well as I did last week.
So if it rains tomorrow, I hope it stops before the afternoon. 'Cause I really need this lesson.
Yesterday...I ran errands. I think. Oh, went to Creatch's to practice giving Max his shot. She found out this week that he has diabetes (poor fellow) and since I'm housesitting for her soon I need to be able to give him his shots and know what to do if he goes into insulin shock or something. I wasn't sure if I could do the whole injection thing - I've never been okay around needles. But he was a real trooper and it was NOTHING. The needle's only about half an inch long and the amount of insulin is only 3cc's. Not even a DROP. If he goes into shock, it'll be really obvious and I'm supposed to give him this whole tube full of maple syrup. Okay. I can do that. I've been giving Dunkin a pill every day for the past four years.
So I hung out there for a few hours. Watched the dS ep "Chinatown". I can see from occasional little things where Fraser/Vecchio fans might get that slash idea, but I loathe the way Vecchio treats Fraser most of the time. He makes fun of him, interrupts him constantly, doesn't trust him, and is ALWAYS condescending. God, I hate him more with each episode I see of his. But it is important, I think, to watch these eps to get a better feel for who Fraser is.
But personally, it's RayK all the way for me, baby.
Mmmm...today. Went to PAFA with mom for a little while, just to look around. I'm delighted that I went because I got the catalogue book of the Maxfield Parrish exhibit they did about three years ago. That exhibit single-handedly turned me on to his work, which I admire enormously. For Hannukah last year, my father gifted me with two old books with prints of Parrish's work, one of which still has uncut pages. (I might have mentioned these books earlier here or in Bindlechat.) When I have my own place, I plan to have a 'library' and those two books are going to be displayed front and center. I treasure them.
Ah yes, I also talked to Beth and at her prodding finally called the guy I 'met' at Chemistry (dance club) last week. He had to call me back, but seemed delighted to hear from me. He did call and we arranged to get together on Thursday for dinner and to shoot pool. His name is Adam, he's good-looking, blond and nicely built. I originally know him from a Soc. class I took this spring. We ran into each other at the club last Friday.
Beth will be home on Wednesday for good! Yay!
I had this lovely dream on Friday night/Saturday morning where I was with...well...it's ironic that I call him my dream guy, but that's what he is. See, I've always had a thing for Celtic-looking guys. Hell, I've always had a thing for anything Celtic, okay? But men with dark hair and pale skin and blue or green eyes just have always drawn me in. Kinda explains why I think Hugh Dillon is so gorgeous. Well the guy in the dream looked just like him - and I TOLD him that. I think his name was Holden, or something like that, it started with an H but wasn't 'Hugh'. He asked if that was a good thing, and I replied hell yeah, and then commented that his hair was different: clean and shiny and black. And his eyes were green, not pale blue. But he was stunningly, unbelievably beautiful.
He acted kinda like Joe, all punk. But without all the drugs and smoking. He wanted me to watch his band play.
Unfortunately, I had to wake up from that dream. I'm still upset about that.
One more thing to say. If I don't get to ride tomorrow...God, I really need to. I need to swing up on Chester and streeeeeeettttttch my legs out and work on rebalancing my seat and jumping as well as I did last week.
So if it rains tomorrow, I hope it stops before the afternoon. 'Cause I really need this lesson.