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smokingboot) wrote2004-02-09 06:11 pm
smokingboot) wrote2004-02-09 06:11 pm
The wine rack that ate my weekend
has not benefited from munching its way through my time and brainpan. It is now bereft of all things white and vine derived (except The Stuff We are Saving) and looks a little sorry for itself...though admittedly not as sorry as its victims felt yesterday morning. Can Do Anything and Talks Things Through came to dinner and breakfast. We ate and talked and drank of course. My, how we drank.
On Saturday night the candles in the front room were lit, the smell of delicious food and the sound of Verdi's Vergine Degli Angeli (just ignore the spelling) floated through the air and for a moment everything clicked in the oddly wired bonce of boot. My senses were enchanted by nothing more spectacular than the atmosphere of my home. The world was a warm, welcoming beautiful place. Maybe it's that way more often than I realise.
I noticed two more things that pleased me; the first was that I still fit into my beloved green velvet dress, bought off a London market stall in 1993 and still looking good.
The second was when I noticed that some of the seeds I planted are beginning to show their little heads. This runs entirely counter to a certain person's scornful claim that I am raising a fine crop of polystyrene balls and bugger all else.
I care not! Who'll be scornful when, come next Christmas, my mockers will be begging me for scraps from my fine harvest of packaging materials?
OK LJ, don't feel you have to answer that.
On Saturday night the candles in the front room were lit, the smell of delicious food and the sound of Verdi's Vergine Degli Angeli (just ignore the spelling) floated through the air and for a moment everything clicked in the oddly wired bonce of boot. My senses were enchanted by nothing more spectacular than the atmosphere of my home. The world was a warm, welcoming beautiful place. Maybe it's that way more often than I realise.
I noticed two more things that pleased me; the first was that I still fit into my beloved green velvet dress, bought off a London market stall in 1993 and still looking good.
The second was when I noticed that some of the seeds I planted are beginning to show their little heads. This runs entirely counter to a certain person's scornful claim that I am raising a fine crop of polystyrene balls and bugger all else.
I care not! Who'll be scornful when, come next Christmas, my mockers will be begging me for scraps from my fine harvest of packaging materials?
OK LJ, don't feel you have to answer that.