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She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford
She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors
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2005-06-20 9:35 PM
Lady...wake up, lady...
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I didn’t make it to the Herbal Guild meeting today. I don’t know if I should be surprised by that or not. I woke up at my normal wake-up time even though I went to bed later—but, slightly annoyed, I simply rolled over and went back to sleep. (This was after sometime in the middle of the night when one of the cats turned on the light and scared the bejeezus out of me. I have a touch-sensitive lamp, ugly as all get-out but extraordinarily handy for someone as near-blind as I am: no fumbling for light switches or cords. I’ve had the cats turn off the light on me, and I’ve found it on after I’ve been out of the room for a while, but they’ve never woken me up in a fright like that before.) I didn’t want to get up when the alarm went off, but dragged myself out of bed anyway. Showering became a leisurely thing. I just wasn’t inclined to move fast. Anyway, eventually it became clear that my time would be better served clearing of my desk and dealing with various small things rather than rushing around to go out, so I continued to clear and deal. I did run some errands as needed (Michael’s for metallic floss for a new cross-stitch project, some ribbon for the birthday presents, and an unexpected but needed clay pot to repot the big ol’ basil plant I bought last week; Trader Joe’s for birthday cards, some food for next week, and a big ol’ chocolate torte), though.
So the very nifty gifts for Brian and Elizabeth, jointly celebrating their 40th birthdays, arrived in time for the party. I’d ordered custom-colored M&Ms in their heraldic colors (black, silver, and white for Brian; black, white, and green for Elizabeth) and decanted them into bottles and decorated the bottles with ribbons and put them in gift bags. Hee! Ismay and I decided that it would behoove us to get a mess of blue and white M&Ms for presentations to various Caidan Royals.
Much fun, many friends, a lovely afternoon and evening. I stayed ‘til the bitter end (‘cause I have such a looooong walk home!), and talked to Ken twice (he had a fun day riding around Idaho). And now to bed, with a day full of writing tomorrow, gods willin’ and the creek don’t rise.
Currently Reading: Always a Bridegroom, Tesni Morgan; Maida’s Little House, Inez Haynes Gillmore Irwin
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