it's a pity i still can't hum at work
Feb. 20th, 2009 09:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ontologyClearly I am a lunatic, because I jumped at the chance to work eight hours tomorrow -- Saturday -- and was then outwardly gleeful and excited about it. But then a bookstore is not a bad place to spend most of one's Saturday, no matter which side of the counter one is on.
My aunt and uncle have just left; it was a good, amiable visit; my mother made an excellent dinner which everyone enjoyed; and my father made a ridiculously luscious chocolate pie; and we all caught up on a long long time's worth of doings and beings and patterns and plans. Everything went smoothly. I am pleased. (Of course all of my girl cousins are either in college or preparing for college, and seem to be very very successful about it, too, whereupon I have to fight the desire to crawl under the counterpane and make panicky noises. My parents will get to tell Fun College Stories and visit campuses and pack up all of my things! I will get a degree and go about in my crimson spectacles exacting fines with a flourish and happily putting books on shelves and taking them off again!)
And now to bed, because I've got to get up early tomorrow in order to arrive at work at nine! Good heavens, I'll want lunch. But! The bookstore! On Saturday! When it is very busy and full of eager readers and... many many many opportunities for me to really muck things up. Let's not dwell on that, shall we? And now to bed.
My aunt and uncle have just left; it was a good, amiable visit; my mother made an excellent dinner which everyone enjoyed; and my father made a ridiculously luscious chocolate pie; and we all caught up on a long long time's worth of doings and beings and patterns and plans. Everything went smoothly. I am pleased. (Of course all of my girl cousins are either in college or preparing for college, and seem to be very very successful about it, too, whereupon I have to fight the desire to crawl under the counterpane and make panicky noises. My parents will get to tell Fun College Stories and visit campuses and pack up all of my things! I will get a degree and go about in my crimson spectacles exacting fines with a flourish and happily putting books on shelves and taking them off again!)
And now to bed, because I've got to get up early tomorrow in order to arrive at work at nine! Good heavens, I'll want lunch. But! The bookstore! On Saturday! When it is very busy and full of eager readers and... many many many opportunities for me to really muck things up. Let's not dwell on that, shall we? And now to bed.
