she's like a smile on a monday

Today was largely of the good. (Since it is one in the morning I suppose it really counts as yesterday, but the point stands.) Lead worship with Jonathan this morning, and I enjoyed it immensely even though we (mostly me, or by fault of me) messed up a lot. Jonathan played piano, which was fantastic, and I played a hymn I had mostly learnt the evening before, and I was not always where I ought to have been, nor did I know the lyrics nearly as well as I should have, nor did I remember my music stand, so the lyrics and chords were carefully arranged on my lap and I had to keep glancing down as I played, only if I glanced down too much I got too far from the microphone -- well, yes. More practising is in order. Anyway I liked doing it, and the congregation seemed to enjoy it as well, which is really the point of it all. I also did not fall asleep once during the sermon, hurrah hurrah. (This had a little to do with caffeine-laced headache medication, but it is still a worthy accomplishment!)

Lunch was very tasty, Jonathan and I hobnobbed and watched several episodes of Death Note (which is another thing I am liking quite a lot), and bicycled to the Meadows for ice cream and working on our (mostly his) tabletop RPG and not liking the radio station much at all, after which we parted ways.

When I arrived home, Mum announced that she had just been informed that we got the house we wanted. I was so excited that I hugged her. I don't hug people very often. Now I can be legitimately excited about the deacon's bench and the laundry chute and the attic loft over the garage and the apple tree and the yellow-painted living room and the fireplace and the kitchen and my bedroom with four closets and funny little cupboards and being right in town. Right, and you lot were probably going, "did the Presbyterians not meet on Tuesday? this is Sunday, isn't it?" YES. YES IT IS. We have been waiting to hear something all week and it has been very agonising and also more than a little annoying. Church committees are far from my favourite things. (Actually, committees in general don't tend to make the top one hundred list.) We plan to move in over the weekend. (Frivolous: Mum said she would not call our hairdresser and set appointments for us girls to get our hair cut until we had a moving date. My hair has not been cut since I had it bobbed in December and I am not entirely thrilled with the way it has currently grown out. I want to get it cut and re-shaped. I also will not dye it until it is cut, and I have very exciting dyeing plans.)

Other frivolous good thing: when I was hobnobbing with Jonathan yesterday, we stopped in at Goodwill, and I lost my heart to several items, even though I was trying not to look at very much of anything at all (although I ended up buying a fifty-cent record of Saint-Saens' Carnival of the Animals, despite my lack of record player). I mentioned these to Mum, and she sort of went out and bought them for me this afternoon when she happened to be at the supermarket next door. They are: one: a black double-breasted trenchoat, which is quite possibly the only thing I have wanted longer than these boots. (I see lady_moriel being jealous way over there in England, ha ha.) Two: a Firefly-tastic cotton dress, black with silver pinstripes and vivid Chinese flower patterns and beadwork. Three: very retro (but brand-new) bright orange heels, with wide ankle straps and buckles. I may have pictures soon, because, ♥. I didn't really even ask Mum to buy them for me, I just mentioned that I sort of wanted to go to Goodwill soon. 

And now I am going to do the dishes and watch SPN (FINALLY) and go to sleep, because I have a physical tomorrow afternoon, which I am looking forward to, for some odd reason. I don't know, I always half-consciously look forward to new experiences; at least they're interesting, if nothing else. That makes me sound awfully more of an optimist than I've ever considered myself: it is probably misleading.

it's getting rather adventuresome hereabouts

Not much on which to update, other than my physical, which went nicely, and I learnt how to fill out paperwork like a grown-up. (I sort of like filling out paperwork, or at least the crisp, comfortable sight of long rows of facts and check-marks.) I answered a lot of questions, met my new doctor (whom I like), and she gave me some medicine to counteract my too-frequent random nausea. Then there was cheap candy at the hospital gift shop (you guys, they have peppermint Lindt truffles), and some erranding, which was fairly uninteresting, except the stop at the old Goodwill site, which now sells a lot of books and games and toys -- I found a paperback copy of Coraline, and a delightfully vintage library copy of Mara, Daughter of the Nile, so I have a copy to take away with me when I don't live here anymore. (Divvying up the books is going to be hard when I move out. Mum and I have been arguing for the past several years about who gets to keep which books. The schoolbooks I am especially attached to, I argue, are mine; she bought them for me. Yes, she tells me, she bought them, and anyway my siblings will probably use most of them in their future schooling.)

( pictures of my shiny new clothes, because i said there might be them. )

There is a lot of detail on the trenchcoat which you cannot see very well -- the double-breasting, for one, and there are tabs with buttons around the sleeves, and up on the shoulders. I feel quite grand walking about in it, and it is very nice for a light autumn coat (and doesn't get in the way on the Angelmobile, either). The pattern on the dress goes all the way round the skirt, which is spiffing. There are also pinstripes apparently invisible at this size. Also: I do not mean to look so morose in these pictures, but one tends not to remember to smile right away when one is balancing one's camera on a make-shift tripod composed of a patio table with a chair on top and then hurrying very quickly to the other side of the yard.

Other thing: it is about to be Crunch Time, to which I am not especially looking forward. I am looking forward to this week being done with and getting to know the new house. I like unpacking; it is more leisurely, you know where to put things (mostly), nothing goes away, and you rediscover things. I want my loft, gorrammit! I am not looking forward to long days of putting things into boxes and then putting the boxes in other places, mostly the front porch and the garage. I am very much not looking forward to picking up heavy things and lugging them out of the house and putting them into a large truck. I do want to go inside the new house; I haven't been in yet, just climbed on top of things and looked furtively in the windows. (I AM A SPY. AND HEY, THERE IS SPACE FOR A GARDEN. OUTSIDE, I MEAN, NOT IN THE HOUSE BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE SILLY.)