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I just spent a fine weekend with adrian_turtle. I'm somewhat stressed, mostly I think from worrying about baldanders. Adrian let me cry on her shoulder a bit, and fed me interesting things like a purple rice porridge, and took me to a place that had cinnamon ice cream (which I like and seldome find), and we had dinner with friends of hers, including the one she refers to as "the local eight-year-old." There are good fall colors in the Boston area right now; New York City trees are still mostly green.

I now own a digital camera, purchased at a shop a block from Adrian's house. In theory, I could have gotten it cheaper online or by walking in to J and R, but in practice, I've been thinking that for three months and not done so. So now I have an actual camera, not a hypothetical one, and have even taken a few photos. Next, I will read more of the manual and install the software.

I was pleased that the cell phone didn't ring while I was at Adrian's: cattitude generally waits for me to call him when I'm traveling, but I was braced for bad news, which didn't come and looks less likely than I had feared a few days ago.

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I just spent a fine weekend with adrian_turtle. I'm somewhat stressed, mostly I think from worrying about baldanders. Adrian let me cry on her shoulder a bit, and fed me interesting things like a purple rice porridge, and took me to a place that had cinnamon ice cream (which I like and seldome find), and we had dinner with friends of hers, including the one she refers to as "the local eight-year-old." There are good fall colors in the Boston area right now; New York City trees are still mostly green.

I now own a digital camera, purchased at a shop a block from Adrian's house. In theory, I could have gotten it cheaper online or by walking in to J and R, but in practice, I've been thinking that for three months and not done so. So now I have an actual camera, not a hypothetical one, and have even taken a few photos. Next, I will read more of the manual and install the software.

I was pleased that the cell phone didn't ring while I was at Adrian's: cattitude generally waits for me to call him when I'm traveling, but I was braced for bad news, which didn't come and looks less likely than I had feared a few days ago.

Things

Over on Making Light, Abi asked people what physical objects we're particularly fond of. This isn't necessarily the answer I'd have given last month, or would make next, but I expect there would be serious overlaps:

Interesting thinking about this. There's the dresser I've been using since I was three, that was my mother's before that. One of the drawers is slightly out of true, there's a loose handle, and sometime I should see if those are reparable. Even if we went and otherwise got new bedroom furniture, I'd want to keep that dresser; we can find things to match it, I hope. (Right now nothing matches; six things that did and one that didn't would make the valued one look like the anomaly.)

The nested Pyrex mixing bowls, in assorted colors, that were my mother's until she emigrated. At one point cattitude and I were discussing buying stuff for the kitchen, and I said I hoped he didn't mind living with stuff that looked like my parents' house (there are some other Pyrex things, not as precious to me, but also used frequently) and he assured me that he liked it, because he'd grown up with very much the same things, and his mother still has her set.

There's an odd little red and black vase that I told my mother I wanted to get when she died, and she insisted on giving me right then. It will hold three sprigs of lily of the valley, and hasn't been used since my parents sold the house where we had lily of the valley growing in the yard, but I wanted it. (My brother has the cut crystal vases; when Mom offered to divide those among us, I told her he was welcome to all of them. I rarely use any vase, but I wanted the little one, not the crystal that would hold a bunch of roses or lilacs.

I have jewelry that I associate with people (much of it made by elisem), but no one item jumps out as most precious. There are several things that I associate with one or more of my beloveds, and it would be hard to choose. (Fortunately, if I were packing quickly, I could still fit all the beloved earrings and a few necklaces into one small bag).*

Books, many books, but as a physical object: the beat-up, autographed-to-me mass market paperback of Le Guin's Always Coming Home, in the condition it is from being carried around and read so often.

*Those are both jewelry I associate with my beloveds, like the Scrabble earrings, the ammonite earrings Cattitude gave me, and the turtles from papersky, and a few pieces I cherish for other reasons, like "Song of the Lesbian Elephant."

Things

Over on Making Light, Abi asked people what physical objects we're particularly fond of. This isn't necessarily the answer I'd have given last month, or would make next, but I expect there would be serious overlaps:

Interesting thinking about this. There's the dresser I've been using since I was three, that was my mother's before that. One of the drawers is slightly out of true, there's a loose handle, and sometime I should see if those are reparable. Even if we went and otherwise got new bedroom furniture, I'd want to keep that dresser; we can find things to match it, I hope. (Right now nothing matches; six things that did and one that didn't would make the valued one look like the anomaly.)

The nested Pyrex mixing bowls, in assorted colors, that were my mother's until she emigrated. At one point cattitude and I were discussing buying stuff for the kitchen, and I said I hoped he didn't mind living with stuff that looked like my parents' house (there are some other Pyrex things, not as precious to me, but also used frequently) and he assured me that he liked it, because he'd grown up with very much the same things, and his mother still has her set.

There's an odd little red and black vase that I told my mother I wanted to get when she died, and she insisted on giving me right then. It will hold three sprigs of lily of the valley, and hasn't been used since my parents sold the house where we had lily of the valley growing in the yard, but I wanted it. (My brother has the cut crystal vases; when Mom offered to divide those among us, I told her he was welcome to all of them. I rarely use any vase, but I wanted the little one, not the crystal that would hold a bunch of roses or lilacs.

I have jewelry that I associate with people (much of it made by elisem), but no one item jumps out as most precious. There are several things that I associate with one or more of my beloveds, and it would be hard to choose. (Fortunately, if I were packing quickly, I could still fit all the beloved earrings and a few necklaces into one small bag).*

Books, many books, but as a physical object: the beat-up, autographed-to-me mass market paperback of Le Guin's Always Coming Home, in the condition it is from being carried around and read so often.

*Those are both jewelry I associate with my beloveds, like the Scrabble earrings, the ammonite earrings Cattitude gave me, and the turtles from papersky, and a few pieces I cherish for other reasons, like "Song of the Lesbian Elephant."