Laziness Wins Over Berries Every Time
I decided against going berry-picking this weekend, for several reasons. The weather has been blustery and threatening rain most of today, though as I type this a ray of preposterously bright light is just breaking through and making the leaves on the trees outside my window glow all green and eerie. More importantly, all the pick-your-own-produce farms seem, unaccountably, to have located themselves in the outlying rural areas around the city; I might’ve be wrong, but I didn’t find a single one located inside the Perimeter. The thought of facing a drive of an hour or more to get out of the city and into the countryside was just too exhausting. Maybe next time I visit my parents, I can convince them to make an expedition to the farm near them; they can drive, then. I’ll sit in the back seat and nap. :D
Still, I needed to get out of the flat, having been plagued by Nigel-related anxiety dreams* last night and still feeling somewhat out of sorts. To make myself feel better, I went to Sevananda and, I must admit, went a little nuts. Mostly the items I bought are staples (tahini, chickpeas, eggplant, lemon juice), but there were a few novelties I couldn’t resist. For one thing, Sevananda’s store-baked goods are generally vegan, and it just makes me so geekily happy to face an entire deli case full of stuff I can eat, it’s hard not to buy at least one thing. (A walnut-and-chocolate-chip brownie, this time.) Also on the sweets theme, I noticed a new brand of vegan frozen dessert, Temptation:
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* Two dachshund-sized dogs would repeatedly attack Nigel, who was also about dachshund-sized in the dream. They’d play tug-of-war using him as the rope, until his head popped off, and then they’d run away. That was okay, because as long as I acted quickly I could screw his head back on his spine and he’d be all right, as long as more than five minutes didn’t elapse. After five minutes, he’d suffer irreversible brain damage and then die. Then one of the dachshunds decided to run away with Nigel’s body and hide it, so I was running around carrying my dog’s head and frantically searching for his body all over this weird garden on a college campus, knowing I’d never be able to find it and reconnect his head before the five minutes went past.
Don’t ask me. The only thing I can think is that some part of my subconsious was horrified by the PetsMart commercial with the dachshund and his creepily huge toy dog (currently Commercial 1 here).
Lazy isn’t bad. I’ve cleaned my office, took a nap, watched anime, took a nap.
Then, I met Mary and Rudy for a coke, and was energized enough by that to mow my lawn.
Now, I want to take a nap.
April 22nd, 2006 | #
Naps are of the good, definitely. One of my favorite weekend pastimes. Oddly enough, I neglected to take one today. After getting home from Sevananda, I snuggled down on the futon with the dog and my copy of Bust, thinking I’d read until I got sleepy, but I never got so much as drowsy. Huh.
I also started making a rag rug out of a couple of old shirts. I got about six linear feet done in an hour and a half; two strands are black, and one is purple. We’ll see whether I can keep up that pace; I’ve certainly got enough old clothes in my rag bag (too worn to donate, or even patch) to make quite a sizeable rug in black, purple, and burgundy. If I can, I’d like to make a runner for the kitchen, because the tile is rather hard on bare feet, but that may be too ambitious for a first project.
April 22nd, 2006 | #
A rag rug is so neat. I can’t wait to see it when it’s done.
Isn’t it a pain to remember to check back on comments!:sad:
April 23rd, 2006 | #
Depending on how long my determination lasts, it may turn out to be more of a rag trivet or very thick potholder. That’s about its size right now, if you coil it up and make the braid lie flat. Eh. At least it keeps me off the streets.
April 23rd, 2006 | #