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lydamorehouseToday has been kind of weirdly frustrating, and it all has to do with the toilet.
I'm beginning to think I should have my brain checked for early onset weirdness (yeah, I know TOO LATE,) but here's the thing. I got lost on my way to Home Depot today. Perhaps it's those damn Minneapolis faeries again, as I passed into their realm when I hopped onto 94 from the "Egg & I" after brunch with my lovely friend Ember. I have been to this Home Depot a lot. It's just off 494. You can see the sign FROM THE HIGHWAY. Yet, somehow I ended up driving around Richfield and surrounds for a half an hour trying to get to the damn place to pick up the toilet we special ordered for our downstairs bathroom remolding project.
I know what happened. I turned too soon and instead of going to 494 I zipped off onto the Crosstown. When I realized my mistake, I took Xerxes thinking, "Oh, I'll just cut down to 494 and it will all be good." Except when I get to 494, I flake. I turn the wrong way, and suddenly I'm meandering all over creation trying to get back on track.
It's like the universe doesn't want me to get any writing done today.
And, you know, I've been lost a lot lately. I got turned around on my way to my Amazon Co-op Bookstore gig on Saturday too. Although to be fair, I can NEVER remember where Amazon is these days. I feel like I suddenly remember, and then they move. I don't feel quite as foolish about that.
The reading went well. You all missed a bunch of fabulous readings, including Catherine Lundoff's menopausal lesbian werewolves, which was VERY memorable, as well as Sias Bryant, whom I'd never heard read before, who read a really STUNNING piece called "Baby," which was seriously moving and really well done. I have to admit to not being previously familiar with Bryant's writing, but I can now recommend her to anyone without hesitation. A google search doesn't come up with a site for her right away, but some of her stuff has been published in Blithe Quartlerly, so go check her out. And Lundoff's, of course, too, but I assume all y'all spec fic readers are more familiar with her.
The weekend itself was fun. We'd had a play date planned for Mason and his school friend Ava. Ava had bought Mason some Como Town tickets (it's an amusement park attached to our small St. Paul zoo,) and we'd invited her to come along when we went. We were supposed to meet at the new interpretive center at 10:00 am on Saturday. It rained Saturday. A lot. But, none of us grown-ups were coordinated enough to have brought along phone numbers so we met up there and re-located back to our place, where we all proceeded to play with the humongerous LEGO pile that semi-permanently lives on our living room rug. Jason (Ava's dad) and I probably spent the lion's share of our time parallel playing on the rug. He built a cool space ship, and I relocated and reassembled our two LEGO dragons. The kids ran around screaming, while Carrie (Ava's mom) desperately tried to carry on adult conversations. It was a lot of fun. Both Jason and Carrie are the kind of people I'd hang out with even if our kids didn't like each other -- we share similar (if not the same) politics and a general world-view/snarkly attitude that makes them easy to get along with, you know the type? Anyway, even though Shawn was fairly shell-shocked after three kids ran wild through the house on a rainy day, I'd say it was a success. Like Shawn said, since we didn't have time to clean before we decided to come back to ours, the ice is broken. We no longer have to stand on ceremony or pretend we keep our house any cleaner than we really do with them. That's a nice place to be with friends.
How was your weekend?
I'm beginning to think I should have my brain checked for early onset weirdness (yeah, I know TOO LATE,) but here's the thing. I got lost on my way to Home Depot today. Perhaps it's those damn Minneapolis faeries again, as I passed into their realm when I hopped onto 94 from the "Egg & I" after brunch with my lovely friend Ember. I have been to this Home Depot a lot. It's just off 494. You can see the sign FROM THE HIGHWAY. Yet, somehow I ended up driving around Richfield and surrounds for a half an hour trying to get to the damn place to pick up the toilet we special ordered for our downstairs bathroom remolding project.
I know what happened. I turned too soon and instead of going to 494 I zipped off onto the Crosstown. When I realized my mistake, I took Xerxes thinking, "Oh, I'll just cut down to 494 and it will all be good." Except when I get to 494, I flake. I turn the wrong way, and suddenly I'm meandering all over creation trying to get back on track.
It's like the universe doesn't want me to get any writing done today.
And, you know, I've been lost a lot lately. I got turned around on my way to my Amazon Co-op Bookstore gig on Saturday too. Although to be fair, I can NEVER remember where Amazon is these days. I feel like I suddenly remember, and then they move. I don't feel quite as foolish about that.
The reading went well. You all missed a bunch of fabulous readings, including Catherine Lundoff's menopausal lesbian werewolves, which was VERY memorable, as well as Sias Bryant, whom I'd never heard read before, who read a really STUNNING piece called "Baby," which was seriously moving and really well done. I have to admit to not being previously familiar with Bryant's writing, but I can now recommend her to anyone without hesitation. A google search doesn't come up with a site for her right away, but some of her stuff has been published in Blithe Quartlerly, so go check her out. And Lundoff's, of course, too, but I assume all y'all spec fic readers are more familiar with her.
The weekend itself was fun. We'd had a play date planned for Mason and his school friend Ava. Ava had bought Mason some Como Town tickets (it's an amusement park attached to our small St. Paul zoo,) and we'd invited her to come along when we went. We were supposed to meet at the new interpretive center at 10:00 am on Saturday. It rained Saturday. A lot. But, none of us grown-ups were coordinated enough to have brought along phone numbers so we met up there and re-located back to our place, where we all proceeded to play with the humongerous LEGO pile that semi-permanently lives on our living room rug. Jason (Ava's dad) and I probably spent the lion's share of our time parallel playing on the rug. He built a cool space ship, and I relocated and reassembled our two LEGO dragons. The kids ran around screaming, while Carrie (Ava's mom) desperately tried to carry on adult conversations. It was a lot of fun. Both Jason and Carrie are the kind of people I'd hang out with even if our kids didn't like each other -- we share similar (if not the same) politics and a general world-view/snarkly attitude that makes them easy to get along with, you know the type? Anyway, even though Shawn was fairly shell-shocked after three kids ran wild through the house on a rainy day, I'd say it was a success. Like Shawn said, since we didn't have time to clean before we decided to come back to ours, the ice is broken. We no longer have to stand on ceremony or pretend we keep our house any cleaner than we really do with them. That's a nice place to be with friends.
How was your weekend?
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Date: 2008-09-16 10:02 pm (UTC)But my mental processing of your post is derailed entirely by the fact that you have a road named Xerxes!? Do you have one called Darius? Cyrus?
Does the road occasionally catastrophically try to invade Greece?
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Date: 2008-09-17 04:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-18 02:05 pm (UTC)When I lived in Southern California, there was a major road called Antonio. Toward the end of the road, off where the city planners must not have been watching too closely the person who named the roads, they built a cross-street called Banderas.