17 September 2001
The astonishing and rare thing that happened this weekend was that I actually sat still long enough to get bored.
Matt was going to visit Braz. "Do you want to come along?" he asked.
I looked up from my game of solitaire. "You're going to visit Braz?"
"Yes."
"And dork around with your computer?"
"Yes."
"And Kris is taking a nap?"
"That's what Braz said, yes."
"I'll stay here, thanks." (What would you have done?)
So I spent about four hours sitting around, sketching and playing solitaire. Karen had promised to get online after she got off work at 4:30, but she didn't show up. Around six, wondering if her newly-restored connection had gone zonko again, I called her.
She was fine, but had gone grocery shopping and just gotten back. I let her go put her groceries away.
On a whim - and because I really was almost astonishingly bored - I tried to call Ashby. I got the answering machine (which isn't surprising - no one at their house except Ashby ever actually answers the phone) so I left a message, which I don't expect he ever got, since no one at their house ever passes on messages, either.
Finally, Matt came home just about the time that Karen was logging in, and I spent the rest of the evening Halling, of course.
For the past month or so, I've gone out to my garden about once a week and harvested four or five ripe tomatoes. Saturday, Matt mentioned that he'd seen a few, so I went out after them.
If the skin had split, I threw the tomatoes into the ditch.
There were a few that - because my cages collapsed and the vines are lying on the ground - had already rotted on the bottoms.
Of healthy, whole tomatoes, each a little smaller than my fist, I brought in sixteen.
Six. And ten. Sixteen.
Matt ate one as a snack. We used three up last night having B.L.T. sandwiches for dinner. So we're down to twelve, now - but there were several that had been in the 'fridge before that.
What am I going to do with all these tomatoes? Anyone with good recipes, please send them to me!
You want to know how much of a geek I've become about this whole drawing thing?
Sunday morning I woke up with the sun flooding the room, and I looked at my still-sleeping husband. He was on his back with his face turned toward me, both of his arms flung up over his head.
Normally, I would have thought, I love my husband.
Or perhaps, Look how peaceful he is when he's asleep like that.
Or even, With his arms up over his head like that, it's hard to resist tickling him...
But no. What I thought Sunday morning was, Look at that neat line his eyelid makes. I spent almost five solid minutes staring at the lines of his face, and eventually I was so overcome that I slipped out of bed to retrieve a pencil and a sketchpad.
Geek. Geekgeekgeek.
(But the sketch didn't turn out too badly, considering my pencil didn't have an eraser, and he woke up before I could finish.)
Speaking of my sketching... I had an amusing conversation with Rachel the other day...
She complimented me on one of the sketches I posted Friday, and I explained, "Really, my brother is the family artist, so I haven't even tried drawing much since I was about 10. I've said for years and years that I can't even draw stick people. Wanna know something funny?"
"Tell me something funny."
"I still can't draw stick people. I forget to stop the torso-line, so they always wind up with three legs."
It's true.
Word of the Day:
precipitate - 1: falling, flowing, or rushing with steep descent; precipitous, steep; 2: exhibiting violent or unwise speed
Song of the Day:
E-Mail My Heart (Britney Spears)
(Ack! Get it out of my head!)
Currently Reading:
- Some book I can't remember the title of. It's not very good.
Current Projects:
- drawing
- Hall stuff
- garden