Weekends are for Doing
Sep. 20th, 2009 08:53 pmMy weekend has not-at-all gone to plan, for a variety of reasons. I seem to have spent most of the weekend feeling sore or sick or anxious or tired, or some combination of the above. But, oddly, I've had a very good weekend, considering.
I spent most of yesterday watching Justice League cartoons with J, and then had dinner with my father. It wasn't what I'd intended to do, but it was a pretty good way to spend a sick day.
Today, I meant to help buy a bicycle. Instead, I bought a sewing machine, a ridiculous gothy dress, and some impractical suspenders. I had Adventures, which I suspect were challenging at times for at least three of the four of us adventuring. I got a flat tyre and had to be picked up. I had biscuits and tea. I did my Greek homework, and did battle with punctures, spiders, and rust.
I didn't get the things I had planned to done, and I worried a lot. But I had a good time, and I felt like I learnt some new things. And I felt spoilt by the people in my life again.
In other news: I am still pretty terrible at the ukulele and accordion. I am branching out into being terrible at singing, as well. It is very satisfying.
I spent most of yesterday watching Justice League cartoons with J, and then had dinner with my father. It wasn't what I'd intended to do, but it was a pretty good way to spend a sick day.
Today, I meant to help buy a bicycle. Instead, I bought a sewing machine, a ridiculous gothy dress, and some impractical suspenders. I had Adventures, which I suspect were challenging at times for at least three of the four of us adventuring. I got a flat tyre and had to be picked up. I had biscuits and tea. I did my Greek homework, and did battle with punctures, spiders, and rust.
I didn't get the things I had planned to done, and I worried a lot. But I had a good time, and I felt like I learnt some new things. And I felt spoilt by the people in my life again.
In other news: I am still pretty terrible at the ukulele and accordion. I am branching out into being terrible at singing, as well. It is very satisfying.