Filthy

Zen chime alarm clock, my hand made bottle, Ida's framed photo, herhimnbryn's box with card, salvaged and repaired Boston lamp.





Filthy weather, snow rain in a "wintry" mix (as the weather boffins phrase it these days.) We went out for a short while, I have a gift card for a shop I do like, but it's an outlet store, and it's always a matter of chance if I find something I really want enough to put down actual money for. So, I kept thinking, do I want to tell my dear D's parents that this is what I spent their gift card on? And, despite feeling like I should get something soon, so I could thank them again, saying "I got this, thank you so much!" I figured it should be something worthwhile. The cashmere, mid arm length gloves, were lovely, but a bit much for a pair of gloves, for me. Or a very nice t-shirt, that might be too clingy for me to wear around them, and too much $ for my taste anyway. I enjoy the browsing there, and I have the card in my bag for whenever.

So I left, having enjoyed, magpie-like, having stared at the shiny for a while. I'm very good at walking out with nothing in my hands. Goes back to my mother telling me to look, but not touch, anything in the toy aisle. It was all mine to look at, and I put my hands behind my back, or in pockets, and the treat was to visit the toy aisle. I didn't much like the all cammo/truck/car boy's section, but no more the all pink/barbie/babydoll girl aisle. I tended toward the androgynous playthings even then. Stuffed animals, games, balls and leggos, better by far.

I retain this ability to be satisfied by perusing the goods, without having to bring anything away with me. Better, because I still have cash in my pocket. Or on my card. We don't even have checks these days. Get irritated when some old bugger in front of us in the grocery line pulls out a checkbook. Sheesh, who still uses checks anymore? We were fairly early adopters of cards, debit, credit, whatever. Paypal, even.

I have taken up the next step of the cleaning, the bookcase is smelling of lemon oil, the music books in some kind of order. Detritus discarded. Dust dismissed.

For those of you who only come for photos of Moby, here.


(I don't mind, he is beautiful*.)


Still snowing. Still going to snow. Happy skiers. Worried flood control people. If it gets very warm very fast, this could be sloppy. All that snow, nearly twice the average, is great because it's our water supply, bad because it does flood here. (D spent some time sandbagging during this, as a BS.)



*Even if he does have an old guy's predilection for peeing idiosyncratically. We're working on it, calmly. Not his fault, just a cat thing.