No time to say �hello, goodbye�, I�m late!
3:42 p.m.
Tomorrow the man and I are taking off to Quebec City in our newly-repaired car which we picked up this morning (it looks fantastic; Normand buffed it all over with some kind of compound and it just gleams in the sunlight) for a dirty anniversary weekend (if I still have my period it�ll be really dirty!) and to see the Picasso exhibit at the Mus�e de Qu�bec. At short notice I managed to book two nights at a B&B in old Quebec, but we have to change rooms because they were each available for only one of the nights I asked for. It has a free municipal lot right next door and is only a 12-minute walk from the museum. Hoorah!
When I finish here, I�m hopping in the car to photocopy some music for Vlad, who has agreed to accompany me on the faculty recital next month. I thought it would be nice to do some Warlock songs. They�re the kind of things I regularly give my students, and it would be good for them to hear their teacher perform them. While at the school, I also want to drop off the peace lily I planted in a mended pot in the main office with an anniversary card for our �former� friends the Duchess and her consort. For the past many years we have celebrated our anniversaries together, since they are on the same date (they have a year on us). Because of the unfortunate uncomfortableness that has arisen of late, we are not doing so. As a matter of fact, I have not spoken to the Duchess since the beginning of the unpleasantness, and I am quite loathe to call her and have it out, so to speak. But I think my gift speaks volumes, and hopefully they will make the effort to show us that they have not changed, although they have, as have we. Damn you, Henry James!
from tcklyrpharsn :
aww...here's hoping the peace lily makes its intended effect.
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