the best laid plans...
Dec. 29th, 2006 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thanateWell, I was all set to lead an expedition to go see Pan's Labyrinth tomorrow night. But it seems that, opening today or not, it's not playing here. Phoey. And bother.
And I spent an excellent day visiting Barrett with intervals of river, and (much more civilized in her old age) irrepressibly affectionate collie, and horses. And I stayed in control of the horse, not to mention on him through some interesting terrain, and then fell off the bicycle on the way back to the canoe. (It was a boy's bike that, with the seat all the way down, was just about adjusted right for me, which meant that I was not able just to put a foot down and actually touch the ground. Which added to the fact that the last time I was on a bicycle was in college... anyway, I had to get mud on my jeans at some point.) And I traded a thing of cookies and a christmas CD for cinnamon rolls and a block of irish peat, which I am told I can scrape off bits of and burn them like incense to make it smell like ireland.
I also was reminded of why it is that I'm not going to marry Barrett, (we still get on each other's nerves in the same ways, although as just friends it's not actually annoying, which is nice to know) and not least of the reasons is that the traditional Barrett lifestyle generally manages to come to the end of the day with me having a headache. Phoey, again.
And I spent an excellent day visiting Barrett with intervals of river, and (much more civilized in her old age) irrepressibly affectionate collie, and horses. And I stayed in control of the horse, not to mention on him through some interesting terrain, and then fell off the bicycle on the way back to the canoe. (It was a boy's bike that, with the seat all the way down, was just about adjusted right for me, which meant that I was not able just to put a foot down and actually touch the ground. Which added to the fact that the last time I was on a bicycle was in college... anyway, I had to get mud on my jeans at some point.) And I traded a thing of cookies and a christmas CD for cinnamon rolls and a block of irish peat, which I am told I can scrape off bits of and burn them like incense to make it smell like ireland.
I also was reminded of why it is that I'm not going to marry Barrett, (we still get on each other's nerves in the same ways, although as just friends it's not actually annoying, which is nice to know) and not least of the reasons is that the traditional Barrett lifestyle generally manages to come to the end of the day with me having a headache. Phoey, again.