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amulJust about eight hours before Roo gets here. Still have a few chores left to do around home, but nothing major. The place looks good, I've got some decent ideas for things to do.
I've managed to shed my fears and expectations, in large part. However this weekend plays out, I know that Roo is back in my life, at least for the next four days. It'd be a crime not to cherish that, no matter what else is going on in my head or in my life.
Oh, one last thing. I remembered something about Christine while![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
happyelfling was chatting with Blue Beard in front of the map by the door.
It was about a month after we bought the house. She came home from work to find me painting the kitchen. She liked the color we had chosen, and still couldn't believe how easy painting a room turned out to be.
Hey, can you turn on the tape deck? I turned my face back to the ceiling to hide my wolfish grin. I forgot to turn it on when I got started and I haven't come to a decent stopping point yet.
She hit Play, and the tape started up where I'd cued it to. Do You Love Me? from Fiddler. I sang along, sang it to her, gesticulating with my extendable paint-roller-brush-thing. She laughed and tried to keep up with her half of the lyrics. When the song was over, she told me, voice full of giggles, "I love you, Fuzzy. Yes, I suppose I do." Then I suppose/I love you, too.
Fuzzy. She used to call me Fuzzy. It was her pet name for me. Called me it all the time, got to the point where sometimes I'd ask her to say my real name, just to hear it out of her lips.
I'd forgotten, somehow.
I've managed to shed my fears and expectations, in large part. However this weekend plays out, I know that Roo is back in my life, at least for the next four days. It'd be a crime not to cherish that, no matter what else is going on in my head or in my life.
- pay ticket, bills
- make projections disk for Peter, CD layout examples for Saturday
- shoot venuspixie and gutterglitter on Sunday
- enjoy spending time with Roo
- email
Sophie, Danielle F, Jenn F!, Gina/Imaginitiv, Frost L, etc. -
scan new work,upload a bunch of photos to website - learn how to make cuttings, teach grrremlinski, and get cuttings from her
- Name the projections project
- clean oven
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change bedsheets -
burn Pure Earth's CD -
bind book-part of final project -
buy more plants get some sleep-
call DVD guy back -
keep up on laundry & dishes -
install superior music system, with Pure Earth's help -
install shelves and decorate them -
install curtains -
work all weekend -
mop floors -
clean bathroom -
clean mirrors, using mirror cleaning stuff update city sticker, get driver's license-
finish installing speakers -
stock fridge, plan meals, pre-cook "leftovers"
Oh, one last thing. I remembered something about Christine while
happyelfling was chatting with Blue Beard in front of the map by the door.It was about a month after we bought the house. She came home from work to find me painting the kitchen. She liked the color we had chosen, and still couldn't believe how easy painting a room turned out to be.
Hey, can you turn on the tape deck? I turned my face back to the ceiling to hide my wolfish grin. I forgot to turn it on when I got started and I haven't come to a decent stopping point yet.
She hit Play, and the tape started up where I'd cued it to. Do You Love Me? from Fiddler. I sang along, sang it to her, gesticulating with my extendable paint-roller-brush-thing. She laughed and tried to keep up with her half of the lyrics. When the song was over, she told me, voice full of giggles, "I love you, Fuzzy. Yes, I suppose I do." Then I suppose/I love you, too.
Fuzzy. She used to call me Fuzzy. It was her pet name for me. Called me it all the time, got to the point where sometimes I'd ask her to say my real name, just to hear it out of her lips.
I'd forgotten, somehow.
