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Home from the Hunt
May. 31st, 2006 02:13 pmYeah, yeah, Okay, so it was more like 'foraging and gathering'. I found the last two cards of silk that I need for my most recent mebroidery project (you know what happens when they run out and you must wait, wait, wait for a new shipment). Then I went to the Mall, where far too many people now know that someone in their neighborhood is going to be working at a camp of 12,000 re-enactors, buying and schlepping. But I came home with new tennies that are kinda cute, very supportive, padded out the wazoooo, and best of all - non-obtrusive. I mean, come on, I have to wear sport shoes in garb. Urg. But the grung store (Jungle) had some great shoes in a nice shade of brown so I'm all happy now. The guy at Foot Locker flagged me down as I was leaving the mall and showed me super-supportive-OMG-insoles and switched them out for me so I'm really feeling rather pampered right now.
Especially after finding a new book in a series Arn and I like and reading it while eating teriyaki chicken on a bed of rice and veggies. And not dropping anything on my shirt even though I always have to use chopsticks... *sigh* What a good day.
Next I unload and when the sun drops a bit, will venture out again to find a new phone for my bedroom. Replacing the batteries oddly doesn't do a darn thing if the charger is the bit that is kaput. Darn. That's where I had all the phone numbers for folks Arni doesn't call. Good thing I got nervous and logged them in the paper copy of our address book!
Oh - a funny from last weekend. I got corrected by a nine-year-old for calling my husband, "Arni". Very solumnly he informed me that "that is wrong. His name is Arn." He was so serious and it was so important that I 'get it right' that I made a mental note to be _sure_ to always call the child by his full name (his preferred calling) rather than the shorter nick-name we all sometimes lapse into. Obviously, it is an important issue - and I know what that's like when you're young and vulnerable.
But I still have to smile to think I've been calling my husband by the wrong name for 30 years. heh.
Especially after finding a new book in a series Arn and I like and reading it while eating teriyaki chicken on a bed of rice and veggies. And not dropping anything on my shirt even though I always have to use chopsticks... *sigh* What a good day.
Next I unload and when the sun drops a bit, will venture out again to find a new phone for my bedroom. Replacing the batteries oddly doesn't do a darn thing if the charger is the bit that is kaput. Darn. That's where I had all the phone numbers for folks Arni doesn't call. Good thing I got nervous and logged them in the paper copy of our address book!
Oh - a funny from last weekend. I got corrected by a nine-year-old for calling my husband, "Arni". Very solumnly he informed me that "that is wrong. His name is Arn." He was so serious and it was so important that I 'get it right' that I made a mental note to be _sure_ to always call the child by his full name (his preferred calling) rather than the shorter nick-name we all sometimes lapse into. Obviously, it is an important issue - and I know what that's like when you're young and vulnerable.
But I still have to smile to think I've been calling my husband by the wrong name for 30 years. heh.
