I tend to be overcome with obsessions from time to time - some long-lasting, some that come and go as seasons change. Lately I've been becoming more and more enamoured of the glorious, if generally undercelebrated, pear.
As I am a person who loves to catalogue things, it is a fulfillment of a natural urge to make a list of the current sources of my inspiration.
I think you could say that it all started with a picture of Loobylu's pear - she's a couple of years old by now but still quite charming.
I crocheted up a little pear of my own using ana paula's cutie pattern. But am I the only one who sees the possibilities of using Hilary's wee pattern for a similar purpose?
Am also I the only person who is sad enough to sit down with the pile of business cards & urls from the Sampler to see what pops up? That's how I found this adorable pear pendant.
And I think this gourd bird house would look adorable in any front yard (oh that I had a front yard...)
Maybe apples can take a break this fall to make room for this pear crumble. Or this one. Yummy.
I have this terrific desire for someone to wrap me up in a big fluffy blanket and cart me away in a large warm car to have bread pudding and hot milk in front of a roaring fire.
Offers?
I am, here, sitting, on the couch (where I may be sleeping, should be sleeping, wow I'm tired). I'm in the phase of contemplating what I want this blog to be. I still keep up an LJ and wander over there to post news and tidbits - graphic ones - about my life because I want to keep this blog pretty and clean.
My life, if you're failing to ask, isn't. Pretty or clean. And I've been reading Dooce and MimiSmartypants and not just AngryChicken and PosieGetsCosy and I think, maybe, just maybe, there's room for all of me on one, count it, one, blog. For my lights and my darks to get together and muddle themselves into one gigantic mess of grey.
Thus, I present, a post re: last week. Names of the guilty parties will have been changed to protect said parties.
"Pride" and "Self-respect" do not begin to cover it.
For those of you still tuning in at home I present, for your reading
pleasure, a recap of the last few days in my continuing life with boys.
Tuesday:
10:00 or so - I get some very very drunken ims from S'katch boy - whom I've liked for 2 months or so, a LOT. Loved a little, maybe.
10:30 - Borrow the car from Bryan, drive to an apartment I've never been to.
10:47
- Arrive and discover that "Just me" means "Me and a Buddy" but also, that
being drunk means someone's going to stick his hands places in any case.
12:05 - Escape, mostly intact.
3:00
- Finally fall asleep after debating going back, debating having left,
wondering what the hell I was thinking, teaching James to crochet from
a pattern, wishing I'd stayed, worrying about the next day.
Wednesday:
6:00
- Up and heading to work on 3 hours sleep. 3 hickeys and a bitten lip
to remind me what happened, and to share with the class.
9:30 to
1:30 - Mikey comments that I have something on my neck, Bryan refuses
to accept "I bit myself shaving" because only guys shave their facial
areas, Steve decides my new nickname is "Hickey". I just worry.
5:00
- Sam immediately knows who would have booty-imed me. Jeff doesn't
believe it would be the Buddy, and seems to have forgot that there were 2
once.
6:57 - D.V. calls and says he's back in Edmonton. Hangs up in frustration on me.
7:00 - Sam and I leave work, trying to find somewhere to watch Beautiful Cooking. Finally settle on my place.
8:15 - I freak out while Sam calls Buddy's cell phone in an attempt to get me to ask for what I want. I don't.
9:12 - I ask Bryan and James and they and Sam all say do it, so I call Buddy back and ask for S'katch. He's just "stepped out"
9:37 - Sam goes home, James and I take the car and run for food and sundries.
10:09 - Mikey texts and asks if I want to come over and hang with him and Ick as there's KD in the works.
10:24 - I call D.V. back and apologize for freaking out on him. He says he'll call me later.
11:19
- S'katch calls. He says he doesn't remember anything and sounds angry.
He wants to know what happened and if I know anything about the state
of his room. I don't. He says it didn't mean anything, that he's mad
that he did it to me.
11:57 - D.V. calls me. I'm still at Mike and Ick's and tell him I'll call him back. And, yeah, head home.
12:08
- I call D.V. back. We talk for a couple of hours, and I am somewhat
comforted and relaxed by the familiarity of it and fall asleep without
problems.
Thursday
6:00 - Wake up feeling crap and call in sick.
11:00 - Wake up and im with Steph, who isn't here but who says the right things.
12:00 - Go for lunch with Ick and the Damien - who's not a baby now!
12:49 - D.V. calls and says he's heading my way.
1:37
- D.V. calls AGAIN and we set up a time and place. He picks me up and
we sit in the car and fight - this is foreplay for us, I think.
2:29
- D.V. drives me back to my house, saying he's going to go. I ask him
if we've finished the discussion on "Sex, and me," and he decides to
come into the house.
3:49 - D.V. leaves. I am Meredith and cried at the wrong time.
6:15 - Bryan comes home with a hug for me. I follow him up to chat and watch him install Kubuntu. Uh huh.
7:19 - James comes home with the Courtney. We decide to go to Costco. I forgot about the turkey.
It's
not complete. I broke myself and am a stupid stupid girl. Actually, no,
screw that, S'katch boy is a stupid stupid boy. But right now? I just want
him to call, to message me. I want my lip to stop healing so that I can
still feel him there. I want the things he said to me when he was drunk
to be true now.
