grendelkhan (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} grendelkhan) wrote,@ 2007-09-16 02:05:00 |
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the birthday festivities come to a close.
I had the run of the apartment today, as Carin was at work. I found myself lacking cash to do the laundry, so I walked out to the supermarket to get some ATM money. The walk took a very good long while, and when I got back I felt great. Sweaty, but great. I wasn't even dragging myself around for the whole evening like I usually do after working out after a long period of sedentary life. I did, however, eat three apples in a row.
When Carin got back from work, we headed up to meet with my parents for the conclusion of birthday festivities. Carin had acquired a small topiary (a rosemary plant) for my mother, as she has mad plant-growing skills, and I brought up a picture for my father's birthday (quite belated), one for my mother's birthday (less belated), and one which Carin took some time ago for their anniversary--they're walking along the East River in Queens hand-in-hand; it's an excellent shot.
My father has acquired a habit lately, which has become worse over time, of not paying attention to people. His laptop lives in the kitchen, which isn't in and of itself a bad thing, but he doesn't seem to notice that people trying to talk to him may take higher priority than reading whatever article he's got up there. I should talk with him about it, not in front of other people. He's not nearly so bad once you get him out of the kitchen, though.
I got some little knicknacks, a very thick book of R. Crumb comics (I know pretty much nothing about him, but I do know that he's not Paul Chadwick, so I'm ahead of my father there), and the same very large coffee-table anatomy book that Carin had already gotten me. They know me; they really do. (This, of course, means that I essentially have a gift certificate for the discount rack at Borders now.)
Cheesecake and conversation were had, and the waitstaff at the buffet were kind enough to sing "Happy Birthday" in Chinese (which I couldn't even try to pronounce), for which I thanked them emphatically and repeatedly. We went on our traditional post-dinner wander around the nearby stores, where Carin acquired a copy of "Fried Green Tomatoes", which we watched this evening. She thought I wouldn't like it, but how could I not like a story about the value of friendship? (I still think it was about the value of friendship even though it was originally a lesbian romance which was de-gayed for a wider audience.)
I've enjoyed having my birthday spread out over about a week. The slower pacing has worked quite well for me.
I had the run of the apartment today, as Carin was at work. I found myself lacking cash to do the laundry, so I walked out to the supermarket to get some ATM money. The walk took a very good long while, and when I got back I felt great. Sweaty, but great. I wasn't even dragging myself around for the whole evening like I usually do after working out after a long period of sedentary life. I did, however, eat three apples in a row.
When Carin got back from work, we headed up to meet with my parents for the conclusion of birthday festivities. Carin had acquired a small topiary (a rosemary plant) for my mother, as she has mad plant-growing skills, and I brought up a picture for my father's birthday (quite belated), one for my mother's birthday (less belated), and one which Carin took some time ago for their anniversary--they're walking along the East River in Queens hand-in-hand; it's an excellent shot.
My father has acquired a habit lately, which has become worse over time, of not paying attention to people. His laptop lives in the kitchen, which isn't in and of itself a bad thing, but he doesn't seem to notice that people trying to talk to him may take higher priority than reading whatever article he's got up there. I should talk with him about it, not in front of other people. He's not nearly so bad once you get him out of the kitchen, though.
I got some little knicknacks, a very thick book of R. Crumb comics (I know pretty much nothing about him, but I do know that he's not Paul Chadwick, so I'm ahead of my father there), and the same very large coffee-table anatomy book that Carin had already gotten me. They know me; they really do. (This, of course, means that I essentially have a gift certificate for the discount rack at Borders now.)
Cheesecake and conversation were had, and the waitstaff at the buffet were kind enough to sing "Happy Birthday" in Chinese (which I couldn't even try to pronounce), for which I thanked them emphatically and repeatedly. We went on our traditional post-dinner wander around the nearby stores, where Carin acquired a copy of "Fried Green Tomatoes", which we watched this evening. She thought I wouldn't like it, but how could I not like a story about the value of friendship? (I still think it was about the value of friendship even though it was originally a lesbian romance which was de-gayed for a wider audience.)
I've enjoyed having my birthday spread out over about a week. The slower pacing has worked quite well for me.
