Happy Anniversary to Us
Jul. 30th, 2024 02:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootThese have been strange times. Quite apart from my issues, and the crash, R has had a cyst that suddenly grew, so it was taken out, leaving him with painful stitches.
But good things have been happening too.
The daughter of my friends is safe.
We went to a lovely meal and party with buddies last weekend, there's going to be another this weekend.
We will celebrate tonight by going to see Deadpool and Wolverine, let's hope it's not too appropriate!
Chum coming up for the Fringe has sent a list of possible fun things to spread over the three days he's here. Should be great, but there's a question of pacing/timing, as some of the venues may be spread far apart. This needs spreadsheet expertise and logistical thinking, two skills I bartered away before birth in exchange for permanent adolescence. We may be doomed.
Eight years. It's the salt anniversary, which I quite like, cos I like me some savoury! Bronze and ceramics are the gifts to give, or conversely linen and lace. No lace for me, it always makes me look 104. Clematis and lilacs are the appropriate flowers. Hmm. I love them both!
From an early age I knew I wanted no children, and honestly couldn't see marriage as a real thing. My parents were miserably unhappy and often Mum warned me that motherhood ruined one's life forever. It could be argued that this last put me off and of course it played a part, but long before she said it, dolls and prams and all those sorts of toys bored me to tears. Not for me. That never changed and never will.
Marriage though... who knew?
Can't guarantee tomorrow. But here's to eight years of something tasty X
But good things have been happening too.
The daughter of my friends is safe.
We went to a lovely meal and party with buddies last weekend, there's going to be another this weekend.
We will celebrate tonight by going to see Deadpool and Wolverine, let's hope it's not too appropriate!
Chum coming up for the Fringe has sent a list of possible fun things to spread over the three days he's here. Should be great, but there's a question of pacing/timing, as some of the venues may be spread far apart. This needs spreadsheet expertise and logistical thinking, two skills I bartered away before birth in exchange for permanent adolescence. We may be doomed.
Eight years. It's the salt anniversary, which I quite like, cos I like me some savoury! Bronze and ceramics are the gifts to give, or conversely linen and lace. No lace for me, it always makes me look 104. Clematis and lilacs are the appropriate flowers. Hmm. I love them both!
From an early age I knew I wanted no children, and honestly couldn't see marriage as a real thing. My parents were miserably unhappy and often Mum warned me that motherhood ruined one's life forever. It could be argued that this last put me off and of course it played a part, but long before she said it, dolls and prams and all those sorts of toys bored me to tears. Not for me. That never changed and never will.
Marriage though... who knew?
Can't guarantee tomorrow. But here's to eight years of something tasty X
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Date: 2024-07-30 03:33 pm (UTC)Happy anniversary!
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Date: 2024-07-30 11:29 pm (UTC)Also, just want to say again that I'm glad about your friend's daughter.