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juushikaToday: Guest from out of town and on the other side of town, people that Dee knows from online/the Sims community, two of which I'd met before. We went out to dinner and then came back for cookies (mine, but I'm not so happy with them that I'd comment on the recipe) and conversation; when the out-of-towners left to make the drive home, we three remaining played two rounds of Dominion (one round to learn the rules, one to use them; I enjoyed the game and would play it again). It was a really nice evening—fulfilling without entirely exhausting me, and people liked my cookies even if I am unhappy with them, and August was social and beautiful and adorable. The last was fantastic to see, since this is the first time she's had guests that were neither Devon (who is known and safe, but also competes for my attention and therefore not her favorite person) nor accompanied by a dog of never-go-downstairsness. She was more calm and sociable than I was expecting, and it was lovely to have her around.
This weekend (and/or Monday): I have some quiche (two pies, both broccoli and cheddar, one spicy and one mild) and cookies (leaning towards caramel apple) to bake, because—
Next Monday: We'll probably drive out to Beaverton for dinner with the across-towner, and to stop by Uwajimaya, and then—
Next Tuesday: Express is in town on business, and I'll head into downtown to stay with him, bringing quiche and cookies so that we don't have to eat out every night. And then—
Next Friday: Dee joins us downtown for the afternoon so that she can meet Express before he leaves town.
Next weekend: Devon may or may not visit.
Week after next: Thanksgiving in Portland with Dee's family. (Also Dee's birthday!)
Weekend after next, or within a few days of it: Probable visit to Corvallis for belated Thanksgiving brunch with my family.
So what I'm saying is that I'm busy. It's good busy, with quite a few down days scheduled in between, and time with Express will mostly be spent curling up on a couch and watching bad anime, but man it sure be busy nonetheless. I don't really have a point to make with that, at least not one that I've yet to make, or one that wouldn't take too long to type and really I should be resting and reading by now, seriously Juu. A few weeks back I had a missed opportunity and was sitting on about three spoons and sort of felt like—why did I ever move up here, I'm wasting the time away and doing nothing, and I have no life and I'm useless, and I can't do anything on my own, and. And those things are still 90% true, but the 10% that is making food and visiting people and filling up the calendar is making such a ruckus that right now it's all I have time to notice.
This weekend (and/or Monday): I have some quiche (two pies, both broccoli and cheddar, one spicy and one mild) and cookies (leaning towards caramel apple) to bake, because—
Next Monday: We'll probably drive out to Beaverton for dinner with the across-towner, and to stop by Uwajimaya, and then—
Next Tuesday: Express is in town on business, and I'll head into downtown to stay with him, bringing quiche and cookies so that we don't have to eat out every night. And then—
Next Friday: Dee joins us downtown for the afternoon so that she can meet Express before he leaves town.
Next weekend: Devon may or may not visit.
Week after next: Thanksgiving in Portland with Dee's family. (Also Dee's birthday!)
Weekend after next, or within a few days of it: Probable visit to Corvallis for belated Thanksgiving brunch with my family.
So what I'm saying is that I'm busy. It's good busy, with quite a few down days scheduled in between, and time with Express will mostly be spent curling up on a couch and watching bad anime, but man it sure be busy nonetheless. I don't really have a point to make with that, at least not one that I've yet to make, or one that wouldn't take too long to type and really I should be resting and reading by now, seriously Juu. A few weeks back I had a missed opportunity and was sitting on about three spoons and sort of felt like—why did I ever move up here, I'm wasting the time away and doing nothing, and I have no life and I'm useless, and I can't do anything on my own, and. And those things are still 90% true, but the 10% that is making food and visiting people and filling up the calendar is making such a ruckus that right now it's all I have time to notice.
