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The Fantastic and the Mundane

Yesterday morning I left my brand new lip balm in the car, in the little cubby below the emergency brake. When I was leaving work in the afternoon I foolishly reached for it. Upon popping open the cap I was sprayed with hot wax. The tube had completely liquefied. Where it splashed against my skin it quickly cooled and crusted over. But where it came in contact with the black steering wheel (that had been baking in the sun all day) it remained slick, which made driving a bit of a challenge…and made my hands smell peculiarly of lemon and lime.

Like many people I have a pretty decent internal chronometer. Without a timepiece handy I can usually guess the approximate time. But the other night, when I was re-reading one of my favorite books, I was way off my game. I started to get tired and thought it would be a good time to turn in. I figured it was about 10:30pm or so. It was 1:07am. Doh.

Tomorrow is System Administrator Appreciation Day so the husband is taking the day off. Yay! He deserves it. It’s also my last Friday off, so we plan to spend the day together. And the evening too, because the little man is staying overnight with his grandparents. As usual, though, we’ll have this precious time off with only vague ideas of how to use it. The movie we both want to see is opening this weekend, but not in the Twin Cities. So we’ll have to come up with another selection we can agree upon. I’m sure we’ll eat out. Somewhere. But that’s about it. It becomes more difficult to be spontaneous when you are old and married with kids and junk. Suggestions would be most welcome.

neato tee-shirt

Bonus: Camera Obscura is playing tonight at the Varsity Theater. But Superhopper’s CD release show is also tonight, just across the river from us, on the MMAA’s patio. So torn.
Plus: Shoot, I just spotted this article: West Siders lobby at St. Paul City Hall. I’m a West Sider and would have gladly joined yesterday’s protest against gentrification and unchecked development. One of the developer dudes actually turned up on our doorstep, on a subzero day last winter, feebly attempting to rally area residents to support this ghastly project. Even though we plan to move out of the neighborhood next year, I hope this atrocity doesn’t come to fruition.
And: I miss my powerbook.


  1. Iseult wrote:

    OMG Sharyn you HAVE to make this hat! Or maybe Zophia will knit it for you?

    Sunday, July 30, 2006 at 4:54 pm | Permalink
  2. Ooh, I love that! But I never did learn how to knit, so I shall have to commission the services of the lovely Zophia.

    Sunday, July 30, 2006 at 7:32 pm | Permalink
  3. Angharad wrote:

    i had to write a post - two things so ring a bell with me!

    one: the lip stuff - i did exactly the same thing. the only time i get my act together to look after my lips is when i’m driving. so last week i grabbed the lip stuff and went to slide it round but nearly choked myself as it had melted into some sort of chip fat. yuk! and i’m on the phone at the time via my bluetooth thingy - the other party had no idea what was going on as i went all muffled…

    second: the thing of going out! we have a volunteer sitter for 2 hours a week and we are so rubbish at going on dates that unless we really try hard we end up wandering round supermarkets, marvelling at how easy it is without a little (well, less little now in our case) man who climbs into the freezers if he’s hot…

    Sunday, August 6, 2006 at 1:52 pm | Permalink

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