Jun. 13th, 2003 11:58 am
Life, resumed
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muckefuckLast night, I attempted to pick up where I had left off four days earlier. The pot of water was still on my stove, so I lit the water under it and ran down to claim my washers. Of course, the portobellos I had bought for my pasta had gone off, so I began browning some frozen pork instead.
I got my three loads done and took care of some calls (my older brother, `Umm `Aţā Allāh, and one of Nuphy's cousins). At that point, I could've gone through some financial paperwork or called my dad, but I wasn't up for either. Instead, I visited my downstairs neighbour, Rob. I had meant to visit him on Monday--and I did, though rather than leisurely discussing German, I'd ended up charging in and borrowing his phone. (Mine has this annoying property of discharging if it's not hung up just so; when I got home and got Nuphy's daughter's message, it had no juice in it for me to call back.)
He was in a state, having gone cold turkey that day. Far from quitting gradually, he'd binged on smokes the night before. I filled him in on my recent drama as we ate the Wrong Candy I brought (it looks like marzipan, but it's really something freaky and Thai!). Eventually, I turned the conversation to the awful German language. After much waffling, he's recently decided he wants to pick up at least reading knowledge of it, so I perused the textbook he's bought and corrected his workbook exercises. Then I put him through the pain of reading a paragraph aloud and picking it apart.
It all felt very good--too much so, one could say. By the time I looked at the clock again, it was after eleven. I hung around a bit more in order to meet his girlfriend (whom he browbeat into eating part of the last piece of candy) und dann, kurz vor Mitternacht, stolperte ich ins Bett. Just as well, I think; I don't know that I would've gotten to sleep much earlier. Thank God, though, that the Swiss Miss decided to call Nuphy's daughter at 2 a.m. rather than me in order to get caught up on all the recent developments.
I got my three loads done and took care of some calls (my older brother, `Umm `Aţā Allāh, and one of Nuphy's cousins). At that point, I could've gone through some financial paperwork or called my dad, but I wasn't up for either. Instead, I visited my downstairs neighbour, Rob. I had meant to visit him on Monday--and I did, though rather than leisurely discussing German, I'd ended up charging in and borrowing his phone. (Mine has this annoying property of discharging if it's not hung up just so; when I got home and got Nuphy's daughter's message, it had no juice in it for me to call back.)
He was in a state, having gone cold turkey that day. Far from quitting gradually, he'd binged on smokes the night before. I filled him in on my recent drama as we ate the Wrong Candy I brought (it looks like marzipan, but it's really something freaky and Thai!). Eventually, I turned the conversation to the awful German language. After much waffling, he's recently decided he wants to pick up at least reading knowledge of it, so I perused the textbook he's bought and corrected his workbook exercises. Then I put him through the pain of reading a paragraph aloud and picking it apart.
It all felt very good--too much so, one could say. By the time I looked at the clock again, it was after eleven. I hung around a bit more in order to meet his girlfriend (whom he browbeat into eating part of the last piece of candy) und dann, kurz vor Mitternacht, stolperte ich ins Bett. Just as well, I think; I don't know that I would've gotten to sleep much earlier. Thank God, though, that the Swiss Miss decided to call Nuphy's daughter at 2 a.m. rather than me in order to get caught up on all the recent developments.
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