I don't want to curse myself or anything, but in a mere few short hours I will be officially finished with the 7 days straight of library hell. I have survived 2 illnesses, lots of rain, the first DVD release party, and many many many irritating patron and co-worker interactions.
First up:
Drinks with Molly. We're off to Boatwerks instead of Butch's for a change. Now I know it's a little pretentious to have a mission statement for a restaurant especially one that says this
"Our mission is to create a place that reminds you of simpler times, of vacations on the lake, carefree summers and that first time learning to water-ski. You'll be able to relax and have fun at Boatwerks... it will be like taking a mini vacation every time you're here."
but the goat cheese crostini is really good. Molly's looking for a mojito and I'm thinking an ice cold Grey Goose martini with a twist. But I'll be open to a specialty drink menu too.
Next up:
Eat the beejezus out of a veggie Jimmy John's sub. I dream of this piece of sandwich art. And tonight I get to enjoy it.
Followed by:
Deep chilling out. Maybe some Scrabble outside. Maybe a nature walk. Maybe some Season 2 of Arrested Development disc 1 (finally!). We'll just have to see.
And finally:
Well that's still kind of up in the air too but I'm thinking there will be a short drive (I bet it's close enough to walk...) down South Shore Drive for a bonfire at the very least and some checking in of the score of the Tigers game.
Tomorrow someone is coming at 11 am to fix my broken windows (!!!!!!!!!!). At 4:30pm the U of M vs Michigan game is on as is game 4 of the Tigers/Yankees series. Honestly, who planned that?!? I'm thinking I'm going to go with the football and check in on the baseball game periodically. Tomorrow night. Huh. I have no idea. I know there was talk of a bonfire at the compound and I told the Berghoef to alert the urban jetset crowd in the Grandest of Rapids, but I'm not sure if he did. Confidentially, dear reader, I'm sort of hoping to make a trip to the big city for the evening. I haven't been to Sazerac in forever. Or Founders. Or the garage. Or Cambridge House. Then again I am a fickle woman. By tomorrow night I could be ready for a bonfire at mi casa.
With my renewed interest in knitting I've been checking out many a knitting blog lately. I really like Crazy Aunt Purl and Yarn Harlot. They give me hope in my time of darkness and uncertainty. Will I EVER finish that blasted lacy scarf? Will my hands EVER feel the perfect touch of wool again? Plus I can completely relate to many of the bizarre and quirky things knitters have in common like abandoning a project when you are within striking distance. And shedding tears of frustration when you have spent hours working on something only to discover it looks like a ratty mess and then realizing that you are shedding tears over something you supposedly enjoy doing.
It's a perfectly neurotic hobby for a perfectly neurotic person like myself.
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there must be something in the air. That wife of mine has been knitting like it's her job as of late. I don't like sitting next to her while she does it. Perhaps I still associate it with being old and maybe even being old and waiting to die.
well, who's the neurotic one now?
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