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Jul. 3rd, 2014 09:57 pm
Substantially burdened
In the wake of the Supreme Court ruling that everyone's abuzz about, a debate broke out in a friend's Facebook feed and it made me a bit wistful for the days when we used to have those here, with proper threading and a font size that didn't make me squint like a lizard. So wistful, in fact, that it made me consider posting about the issue here to see what I could stir up, but the more I considered the amount of effort it would be to research and write something intelligent and worthwhile, the more I shrank from the task.
So I'm afraid it's another post about who I've hung out with and what I've been eating, I'm afraid. I took out the boots again and had the least bit of trouble since I started, thus nourishing the hope that they may one day become comfortable enough to wear regularly. It's getting harder to find novel directions to go in. This evening I headed west to Ravenswood and then north to Morse before turning back.
My first charming discovery was at least two houses with sizable patches of sweet woodruff in their lawns. My second was the warmth radiating off of west-facing brick-faced walls; in the cool of the evening (it's about 18°C now), it was very noticeable. My third was a woman spray-painting American flag t-shirts on the parkway in front of her complex. My fourth was a troupe of actors rehearsing Much Ado About Nothing in the dog park down the street. (I can thank them for a rudimentary understanding of the distinction between "stumbling up" and "stumbling down".)
After I left for work this morning, I texted![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu a comment about having forgotten my gum. He took this as a request to buy more (there's a post about Gricean universals in there). So when he made a quip about having some chocolate frosting to spread on graham crackers, I took this as a serious assignment and swung by the store for bittersweet chips that I melted in the double boiler. You would think from his reaction I'd performed a service for more thoughtful and less self-interested.
I managed to forget I had tomorrow off until I received notice of an early approval for timesheets. In years past, we've received invitations to Independence Day barbecues, but it's been a while and we're not equipped to host one of our own. So we may simply jaunt downtown to see the Matisse and have some Cubans. I'll be social enough on Saturday, when I hope to host a successful cocktail night to wash out the taste of last month's bust.
So I'm afraid it's another post about who I've hung out with and what I've been eating, I'm afraid. I took out the boots again and had the least bit of trouble since I started, thus nourishing the hope that they may one day become comfortable enough to wear regularly. It's getting harder to find novel directions to go in. This evening I headed west to Ravenswood and then north to Morse before turning back.
My first charming discovery was at least two houses with sizable patches of sweet woodruff in their lawns. My second was the warmth radiating off of west-facing brick-faced walls; in the cool of the evening (it's about 18°C now), it was very noticeable. My third was a woman spray-painting American flag t-shirts on the parkway in front of her complex. My fourth was a troupe of actors rehearsing Much Ado About Nothing in the dog park down the street. (I can thank them for a rudimentary understanding of the distinction between "stumbling up" and "stumbling down".)
After I left for work this morning, I texted
monshu a comment about having forgotten my gum. He took this as a request to buy more (there's a post about Gricean universals in there). So when he made a quip about having some chocolate frosting to spread on graham crackers, I took this as a serious assignment and swung by the store for bittersweet chips that I melted in the double boiler. You would think from his reaction I'd performed a service for more thoughtful and less self-interested.I managed to forget I had tomorrow off until I received notice of an early approval for timesheets. In years past, we've received invitations to Independence Day barbecues, but it's been a while and we're not equipped to host one of our own. So we may simply jaunt downtown to see the Matisse and have some Cubans. I'll be social enough on Saturday, when I hope to host a successful cocktail night to wash out the taste of last month's bust.