Raiment Rotation

I have a skirt that doesn’t fit anymore. A couple of skirts, actually. Because I’m smaller, not bigger. Yeah!

Anyway, the skirt I wore today has a definite front and a definite back. Everytime I wear this skirt the same thing happens: it slowly works its way around until the front is at the back and the back is at the front. And there it stays for the remainder of the day. And I find myself wondering why it doesn’t keep rotating until it is correct again. Why is it not constantly moving around in slow circles? And that makes me wonder why I have enough time to wonder about mysterious clothing migration.

Pointlessly excited.

Honestly, not everything has to be about sex, you know! I’m talking tea here. I read in a local webzine that we had a tea shop. Now, for one who orders tea online alternating with bringing it back with me when I go to BC the thought of a local tea shop really was exciting. Or perhaps pleasing would be a better term. I was going to call Ky on Sunday and suggest we could for a anicecupofteaandasitdown, and peruse what was available in fine loose leaf teas. Girl bonding and stuff, because I finally know another tea drinker.

I decided in the end to go on my own, and to go as me. Wear whatever I felt like wearing and to hell with those who call me hippy-dippy. Forget the overweight bit and enjoy having curves. I’d have some really nice tea, maybe even a scone. I’d buy something new to try at home – Kenyan Single Estate, perhaps? – And in the joy of tea fellowship some to drop off at the three sisters. (More Austen’s three than Shakespeare’s, in case your’re wondering). Sigh. Things aren’t meant to go as planned, ever.

It was a coffee shop. With tea. Three kinds of black tea: Lemon, Earl Grey and English Breakfast. I can get more at Safeway! They had some Rooibos and some herbals but that was it. Sort of a coffee shop nod to tea drinkers. So when I open a café it will have tea. Good tea, really good tea, and lots to choose from because it will be my shop and I’ll be the boss of me.

FYI
http://www.cargoandjames.com/
http://www.nicecupofteaandasitdown.com/

Wishes

Wish I could remember what it was like to have the ability to breathe easily. To have lungs that weren't all wheezy like a sickly sponge. On the plus side, this fever is giving me some mighty interesting dreams.

Spot On!

Remember how P.H. has the kids for a week? Last Sunday until this coming Sunday? Well those of us in the know have been wondering if it would actually be a week. My bet was that if it wasn't they would be back on Thursday. Because that is my one night out of the week, so if my life were to be messed that would be the best choice.

So I'm right. Of course. Phone call today asking if they can come back. I agreed...but said that if he was leaving for somewhere tomorrow morning then he could take the kids to school and I would pick them up after school. So that is what is happening. They're back early, which is fine with me, but I can still stay out late tonight and sleep in tomorrow. If I want to do so, that is.

Married Men

I was going to post about going out for supper last night, but May-B has already done so
http://buggeringcrapmonkies.blogspot.com/

So all I'm going to say is that I need to go out with some homely women, just for a change. So I'm not the homely short one of the group. Fer once. At least Ky wasn't with us. The three of them and me would have had me singing "one of these things is not like the other" in my head all supper long.

Someday

On one leg I think it quite commendable that since I had music again I went for a walk last night despite the snow and wind. On the other leg I think it would have been better to change out of the skirt I wore to work and into something like jeans, or sweats. Something that didn't leave bare skin for the wind and cold to turn blue. Some day I'll do something and it will be completely perfect and absolutely normal.

Fantasy & Reality, Part ?

I was rolling out pastry for a turkey pie on the weekend, and looking at my new 2007 calendar. Hmm. That's probably redundant. I'd hardly have a new 1998 calendar up, would I? Anyway, it is a calendar of dragons (yes, I know, I'm a geek. Shut up), and as I am looking at the January picture "dragon scholar" I caught myself thinking "that doesn't look right. I don't think that the wing tips have claws like that".

So...as I'm trying to figure this error out, the brain I should listen to more often says "hey, geekgirl, it's a DRAGON. They don't actually exist. It can't be wrong, because there is nothing real to compare it to. It could have three heads, one wing and pink polka dot scales and it would still be right because it is a fantasy. Come back when you've sorted out what is real and what isn't".

Not my boyfriend

So May-b went to see Casino Royale without me. Except wait a minute, she's not my boyfriend so that shouldn't matter.

Over the Christmas break my son went to see Casino Royale. Also without me. And again I had to remind myself, that's ok because he is not my boyfriend either. So I am taking a book to a movie. Why? Because there is the time that you're waiting for the film to start, and a book is a good companion.