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Top 5 Things I Did This Weekend
Feb. 16th, 2016 07:50 am 1. Met a Deatheater at Menards.
Technically this happened on Thursday morning, but it's worth mentioning. I went to Menards to buy a quart of paint to finish off the "Pinterest" Project that Shawn and I have been working on (we converted an old, cheap dresser into a bookcase.) It was wicked cold on Thursday so I bundled up in my usual ultra-winter attire, including the four foot long Gryffindor scarf my penal Keri knitted me. I got to chatting, like extroverts do, with the guy mixing my paint. It started innocuously enough about why Menards doesn't sell half-gallons and eventually he asked, "So... that scarf?" I ducked my head a little awkwardly, but nodded, "Gryffindor." He smiled and pointed to his forearm tattoo: a Deatheater! I gave him a serious look and said, "You do realize we're mortal enemies." He smiled and nodded like that was the best thing ever and added, "I'm going to get Mischief Managed' tattooed on my ribcage." I gave him the thumbs up, "Dude!" and we discussed CONvergence, and, yes, yes, of COURSE, I gave him my business card.
2. Fell in love with a Swedish Schizophrenic.
Shawn found a BBC/Netflix show called "River," and I we binge watched all six episodes in this series over the weekend. River is the title character of this police procedural and is a Swede, living in London, who.. sees dead people? Maybe, but, more likely is schizophrenic. I can't even begin to tell you how good this show is. If you like British cop shows, put this one on your list. It made me cry (and laugh, and sometimes cry-laugh at the same time.)
3. Celebrated Valentine's Day with a Nap.
Best Valentine's Day ever.
4. Finished our First Rag Rug.
Technically, most of this honor goes to Shawn, who has been banging away diligently at the loom, but I do my part every time the loom needs advancing--and, of course, I provide entertainment and company. But, Shawn used up all the green fabric she had for our first test rug. We have no idea how it's going to look off the loom, but, besides one little glitched thread, it looks damn fine still on it. Shawn and I are trying to decide what comes next. A hit and miss? Another "solid" colored one? Regardless, it should be fun. The loom is tremendous and we've been enjoying the heck out of it so far.
5. Managed not to Axe-Murder the Burgeoning Teenager in Our House.
What is it about pre-teens that makes them so damn prickly? Hormones, I know. It's still a pain in the butt--or rather he is from time to time. To be fair to Mason, he was mostly quite lovely. But he's like that girl of the nursery rhyme. When he's good, he's very, very good, but when he's bad he's OMG what. (I might have paraphrased that a bit.)
Technically this happened on Thursday morning, but it's worth mentioning. I went to Menards to buy a quart of paint to finish off the "Pinterest" Project that Shawn and I have been working on (we converted an old, cheap dresser into a bookcase.) It was wicked cold on Thursday so I bundled up in my usual ultra-winter attire, including the four foot long Gryffindor scarf my penal Keri knitted me. I got to chatting, like extroverts do, with the guy mixing my paint. It started innocuously enough about why Menards doesn't sell half-gallons and eventually he asked, "So... that scarf?" I ducked my head a little awkwardly, but nodded, "Gryffindor." He smiled and pointed to his forearm tattoo: a Deatheater! I gave him a serious look and said, "You do realize we're mortal enemies." He smiled and nodded like that was the best thing ever and added, "I'm going to get Mischief Managed' tattooed on my ribcage." I gave him the thumbs up, "Dude!" and we discussed CONvergence, and, yes, yes, of COURSE, I gave him my business card.
2. Fell in love with a Swedish Schizophrenic.
Shawn found a BBC/Netflix show called "River," and I we binge watched all six episodes in this series over the weekend. River is the title character of this police procedural and is a Swede, living in London, who.. sees dead people? Maybe, but, more likely is schizophrenic. I can't even begin to tell you how good this show is. If you like British cop shows, put this one on your list. It made me cry (and laugh, and sometimes cry-laugh at the same time.)
3. Celebrated Valentine's Day with a Nap.
Best Valentine's Day ever.
4. Finished our First Rag Rug.
Technically, most of this honor goes to Shawn, who has been banging away diligently at the loom, but I do my part every time the loom needs advancing--and, of course, I provide entertainment and company. But, Shawn used up all the green fabric she had for our first test rug. We have no idea how it's going to look off the loom, but, besides one little glitched thread, it looks damn fine still on it. Shawn and I are trying to decide what comes next. A hit and miss? Another "solid" colored one? Regardless, it should be fun. The loom is tremendous and we've been enjoying the heck out of it so far.
5. Managed not to Axe-Murder the Burgeoning Teenager in Our House.
What is it about pre-teens that makes them so damn prickly? Hormones, I know. It's still a pain in the butt--or rather he is from time to time. To be fair to Mason, he was mostly quite lovely. But he's like that girl of the nursery rhyme. When he's good, he's very, very good, but when he's bad he's OMG what. (I might have paraphrased that a bit.)