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We woke up yesterday feeling rather slothful. I had thought it might be keen to go to the Austin Farmer's Market and then the 'gigantic blow-out sale' at a new-age bookstore in south Austin. Brenda expressed interest in going, so we called her up and invited her along to breakfast buffet at Trudy's. The migas were especially jalapeno-y, and Brenda and I are both wimps when it comes to heat like that! But it was still a good meal with good conversation.
We spent enough time chatting that we decided to skip the farmer's market (which closes at 1) and just headed to the store instead. Their sale was actually disappointing; the ad made it sound like 'everything must go!' but it was really only about, oh, 10% of the stuff in the store. Plus, I also wanted to see my friend Cathy who works there but she was not working that day. Oh well; I got a cheap cross stitch kit and an interesting book on chakras and archetypes. We headed home and Brenda took off, and hub decided to take a nap. I puttered around but eventually succumbed to nap-time also. We had a slow afternoon and evening of Buffy and Angel episodes, some hot tub, and then lots of fun shagging.
I woke up early this morning, feeling like something was really wrong with my left hip joint. I can't figure out what, I didn't do anything strenuous but I could not get comfortable so I went ahead and limped into the shower. I feel like hammered crap on only 5 hours of not very good sleep at this point, and being at work doesn't help. It's going to be one of those really slow days where I'm tempted to burn some leave and go home early, but I need to resist that temptation. Wednesday hub's mother and I'll be visiting Mom to clear off some big furniture that she's giving away, and to help her with some packing. Brö has been helping a little on his Saturday visits, but she has said that she feels overwhelmed and can't believe how much crap she's accumulated over the past several years.
Then the following week is the big move- loading everything up on the truck on either Wednesday or Thursday, getting her to Austin after that happens, then flying out on Friday. She is apparently having almost constant uncontrolled diarrhea, and she has not spoken to her doctor about it and refuses to wear anything to, er, catch it. So I am really dreading the drive to Austin and the flight to Page. Yeah, she'll have better access to a bathroom than if she drove the whole way, but it sounds like she gets no warning and there are periods during the flight where you can't get up. I suppose I need to broach this topic with her when I see her Wednesday, but I am not looking forward to it, and I know it will make her unhappy. But denial can only get you so far. *sigh*
We spent enough time chatting that we decided to skip the farmer's market (which closes at 1) and just headed to the store instead. Their sale was actually disappointing; the ad made it sound like 'everything must go!' but it was really only about, oh, 10% of the stuff in the store. Plus, I also wanted to see my friend Cathy who works there but she was not working that day. Oh well; I got a cheap cross stitch kit and an interesting book on chakras and archetypes. We headed home and Brenda took off, and hub decided to take a nap. I puttered around but eventually succumbed to nap-time also. We had a slow afternoon and evening of Buffy and Angel episodes, some hot tub, and then lots of fun shagging.
I woke up early this morning, feeling like something was really wrong with my left hip joint. I can't figure out what, I didn't do anything strenuous but I could not get comfortable so I went ahead and limped into the shower. I feel like hammered crap on only 5 hours of not very good sleep at this point, and being at work doesn't help. It's going to be one of those really slow days where I'm tempted to burn some leave and go home early, but I need to resist that temptation. Wednesday hub's mother and I'll be visiting Mom to clear off some big furniture that she's giving away, and to help her with some packing. Brö has been helping a little on his Saturday visits, but she has said that she feels overwhelmed and can't believe how much crap she's accumulated over the past several years.
Then the following week is the big move- loading everything up on the truck on either Wednesday or Thursday, getting her to Austin after that happens, then flying out on Friday. She is apparently having almost constant uncontrolled diarrhea, and she has not spoken to her doctor about it and refuses to wear anything to, er, catch it. So I am really dreading the drive to Austin and the flight to Page. Yeah, she'll have better access to a bathroom than if she drove the whole way, but it sounds like she gets no warning and there are periods during the flight where you can't get up. I suppose I need to broach this topic with her when I see her Wednesday, but I am not looking forward to it, and I know it will make her unhappy. But denial can only get you so far. *sigh*
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Date: May. 16th, 2004 08:43 am (UTC)From:no subject
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