wool blanket
Lisa is arriving tonight, and will be staying for a week. I anticipate lots of shopping - she wants to go home with a back-to-school wardrobe. We're also hitting up the art gallery(ies), ROM, the free ballet, concerts and pay-what-you-can Shakespeare productions, probably some restaurants, and a whack of other places. I think it will be fun, and it will be a nice change to get out a little. Hopefully I'll bump into the fabric and other small items on my list to make use of the one upcoming chance I have to dress up all girly... until the holiday season saunters along, I suppose.
I'm still very tired. Finished 'The Edible Woman'; started Douglas Coupland's 'Shampoo Planet'. I'm still working on the small collection of pedxing's second hand books he's bought since being here - but it will be very soon time to hit the library.
What's this about another courthouse being built back home, and ruining the sliding hill?
I guess I should put on some decent clothing. Jay's landlady called to inform me that I should expect a visit from Henrick the tall polish plumber for a second opinion on the kitchen sink - I don't know why she felt the need to be so descriptive about him. Perhaps so I don't let in someone posing as a plumber with dastardly designs on my virtue or plans to steal all my valuables? Anyhow, I don't really think the pink nightgown funkypeaches gave me as a Jean Street housewarming gift is appropriate attire when housecalls are expected.
- Never mind, he just showed up and rang the doorbell as I finished typing that - luckily there was a large shirt on the way to the door. I only feel slightly like a retard now. I have learned my lesson for mindlessly babbling.
Not.
I'm still very tired. Finished 'The Edible Woman'; started Douglas Coupland's 'Shampoo Planet'. I'm still working on the small collection of pedxing's second hand books he's bought since being here - but it will be very soon time to hit the library.
What's this about another courthouse being built back home, and ruining the sliding hill?
I guess I should put on some decent clothing. Jay's landlady called to inform me that I should expect a visit from Henrick the tall polish plumber for a second opinion on the kitchen sink - I don't know why she felt the need to be so descriptive about him. Perhaps so I don't let in someone posing as a plumber with dastardly designs on my virtue or plans to steal all my valuables? Anyhow, I don't really think the pink nightgown funkypeaches gave me as a Jean Street housewarming gift is appropriate attire when housecalls are expected.
- Never mind, he just showed up and rang the doorbell as I finished typing that - luckily there was a large shirt on the way to the door. I only feel slightly like a retard now. I have learned my lesson for mindlessly babbling.
Not.