Sunday, February 15, 2004
Valentine's 04
was spent moving furniture, and bags of personal items.
One of my friends had to move recently owing to her flat being overrun by carnivorous fungus after an unexpected re-terraforming of the terrain into amazonian swampland.
Clueless sod that I am, I haplessly agreed to help her move some of her stuff.
Stuff is an understatement.
2 other females were enlisted in this herculean task, which involved four trips by minivan and several fun-filled wheelbarrow-laden expeditions, all for a 7 minute walk down the street. One of them struck a strange chord of deja-vu in me for a while. She was cute, and engaging. While not exactly drop-dead, she had interesting eyes, and eyes are the window... aren't they?
After a while it struck me that she looked a little bit like, and really sounded and reacted like another of my old friends. But had nicer eyes, and wasn't quite as midget-sized. (You once referred to her as a stress bunny) Yeah, that's probably it.
The afternoon was spent mindlessly following DIY instructions. I like DIY. It's mindless. You just follow the instructions.
I'm beginning to wonder if I should become an orthopod instead of a plastic.
two cabinets, a shelf of drawers and a miscellaneous metalmesh whatchamacallitthingummagiggy later, we adjourned to a party.
So my Valentine's night was spent imbibing alcoholic drinks at a party with eight not-unattractive, rather inebriated oriental females babbling about their clothes sizes and waistlines.
And I felt... listless.
I'm told I became flushed. I certainly kidded around a little bit, in between keeping quiet and watching people. And thinking.
And wondering briefly whether, in another life, I would have returned Engaging Girl's interest. And been engaging back. And engaged.
Sometimes I wonder at how life isn't simple anymore. If I could just wear my mind on my sleeve, I wonder how people would react.
I've never cared much for Valentine's day. It's just another day to me. (National Florists-Aid Day, really) It's been like that for a while now.
But wherever You are, well, I hope it was good for you. And if You were here, I hope you were kept warm.
be well.
Grace and Peace.
was spent moving furniture, and bags of personal items.
One of my friends had to move recently owing to her flat being overrun by carnivorous fungus after an unexpected re-terraforming of the terrain into amazonian swampland.
Clueless sod that I am, I haplessly agreed to help her move some of her stuff.
Stuff is an understatement.
2 other females were enlisted in this herculean task, which involved four trips by minivan and several fun-filled wheelbarrow-laden expeditions, all for a 7 minute walk down the street. One of them struck a strange chord of deja-vu in me for a while. She was cute, and engaging. While not exactly drop-dead, she had interesting eyes, and eyes are the window... aren't they?
After a while it struck me that she looked a little bit like, and really sounded and reacted like another of my old friends. But had nicer eyes, and wasn't quite as midget-sized. (You once referred to her as a stress bunny) Yeah, that's probably it.
The afternoon was spent mindlessly following DIY instructions. I like DIY. It's mindless. You just follow the instructions.
I'm beginning to wonder if I should become an orthopod instead of a plastic.
two cabinets, a shelf of drawers and a miscellaneous metalmesh whatchamacallitthingummagiggy later, we adjourned to a party.
So my Valentine's night was spent imbibing alcoholic drinks at a party with eight not-unattractive, rather inebriated oriental females babbling about their clothes sizes and waistlines.
And I felt... listless.
I'm told I became flushed. I certainly kidded around a little bit, in between keeping quiet and watching people. And thinking.
And wondering briefly whether, in another life, I would have returned Engaging Girl's interest. And been engaging back. And engaged.
Sometimes I wonder at how life isn't simple anymore. If I could just wear my mind on my sleeve, I wonder how people would react.
I've never cared much for Valentine's day. It's just another day to me. (National Florists-Aid Day, really) It's been like that for a while now.
But wherever You are, well, I hope it was good for you. And if You were here, I hope you were kept warm.
be well.
Grace and Peace.
