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1. Is Bookmooch not working for anyone else? It's refusing to accept my password.
2. Yesterday it occurred to me that I need a pair of tennis shoes, my old ones having fallen apart, as I'm going to be wandering about in the muddy ruggedness of my parents' place near Yosemite this weekend. (Yes, hiking boots would also do, but I really don't have enough need for those to buy a pair. I detest buying shoes-- trying them on is tiresome, they are expensive, and it's hard to tell if they really fit or not in the store.
While walking to the neighborhood cafe, two small girls shrieked from across the street, "LEMONADE!" I went over to buy their homemade lemonade, and they directed my attention to their teeny-tiny garage sale. "We have shoes," one proudly announced.
"A bit small for me," I said.
"Try these!" insisted a girl. "They're Mom's."
They were a nice pair of white Nikes, barely worn, and they did look like my size. Mom emerged with some sugar for the lemonade, and said, "I've hardly worn those. I thought they fit in the store, but they didn't."
I tried them on. They fit perfectly. So I got a cup of tart lemonade and a pair of perfectly good Nike sneakers for three dollars and sixty cents.
3. If you want to send good wishes, light a candle, or whatever you do to send good luck to someone's way... I have several projects awaiting decisions right now. They are all collaborative, so good wishes should be directed to me and anyone working with me. Thanks!
4. What are some good, simple winter dishes that can be made with ingredients found in a very small market that is unlikely to have anything that anyone in America might ever consider unusual, exotic, or yuppie? (I could bring non-perishable spices with me, but it's a five-hour drive.) I plan to cook while I'm in the boonies near Yosemite, and I know what sort of supplies they have. I already know about thirty-garlic chicken, and am already planning to make potato salad and apples stuffed with sausage meat (if they have sausage meat.)
ETA. 5. Oh, and I had a lucid dream last night: I knew I was dreaming, so I took advantage of it to try to influence the dream and have fun. Pretty cool, that only happens a couple times a year (unless it's more but I don't remember.) I tried to fly, but could only manage weightless leaping. And I had sex with Logan Echolls. Because he was there. It seemed like a good idea in the dream. No, it wasn't very good. He kept looking at me like, "Who is this woman and why is she molesting me?"
2. Yesterday it occurred to me that I need a pair of tennis shoes, my old ones having fallen apart, as I'm going to be wandering about in the muddy ruggedness of my parents' place near Yosemite this weekend. (Yes, hiking boots would also do, but I really don't have enough need for those to buy a pair. I detest buying shoes-- trying them on is tiresome, they are expensive, and it's hard to tell if they really fit or not in the store.
While walking to the neighborhood cafe, two small girls shrieked from across the street, "LEMONADE!" I went over to buy their homemade lemonade, and they directed my attention to their teeny-tiny garage sale. "We have shoes," one proudly announced.
"A bit small for me," I said.
"Try these!" insisted a girl. "They're Mom's."
They were a nice pair of white Nikes, barely worn, and they did look like my size. Mom emerged with some sugar for the lemonade, and said, "I've hardly worn those. I thought they fit in the store, but they didn't."
I tried them on. They fit perfectly. So I got a cup of tart lemonade and a pair of perfectly good Nike sneakers for three dollars and sixty cents.
3. If you want to send good wishes, light a candle, or whatever you do to send good luck to someone's way... I have several projects awaiting decisions right now. They are all collaborative, so good wishes should be directed to me and anyone working with me. Thanks!
4. What are some good, simple winter dishes that can be made with ingredients found in a very small market that is unlikely to have anything that anyone in America might ever consider unusual, exotic, or yuppie? (I could bring non-perishable spices with me, but it's a five-hour drive.) I plan to cook while I'm in the boonies near Yosemite, and I know what sort of supplies they have. I already know about thirty-garlic chicken, and am already planning to make potato salad and apples stuffed with sausage meat (if they have sausage meat.)
ETA. 5. Oh, and I had a lucid dream last night: I knew I was dreaming, so I took advantage of it to try to influence the dream and have fun. Pretty cool, that only happens a couple times a year (unless it's more but I don't remember.) I tried to fly, but could only manage weightless leaping. And I had sex with Logan Echolls. Because he was there. It seemed like a good idea in the dream. No, it wasn't very good. He kept looking at me like, "Who is this woman and why is she molesting me?"
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