I organized a Seattle-area Friends of Captain Awkward meetup for today, and it went very well, I think: seven or eight people (I can't remember now whether the "seven" included myself) talking for a couple of hours (though one left early) about a variety of things. One turned out to be someone I vaguely knew from Usenet days, and used to see on LJ occasionally; another I remembered from her posts to the Captain's blog; and there was at least one woman who decided to come to the meetup despite not having delurked.

During the organizing, at least two people said things along the lines of "I wish I could, but that specific day won't work because…" But when we were actually there, two other people said they wouldn't have been able to make it, but were in town for the day (from Olympia and Anacortes, respectively).

The tea at Bauhaus wasn't as good as the last couple of times I've been in (I think the water wasn't quite hot enough this time), so for my second cup I had chai, which was fine. The place was also less crowded than I expected from the previous meetup there; we started earlier, and it was quite a bit less crowded by the time we were ready to leave. If I organize the next one, I may try starting at 3:30 instead of 2:30; on the other hand, we ended when we did because people had plans for later on. The other downside of Bauhaus as a location is that there are only a few small tables downstairs, and no elevator; I'd forgotten exactly how small the downstairs was, and had been hoping to find space there. So it's convenient in the sense of easy to get to (Capitol Hill, lots of nearby bus stops), but not accessible for anyone who has problems with stairs. I think I will ask for more accessible suggestions for the future.
redbird: Me with a cup of tea, standing in front of a refrigerator (drinking tea in jo's kitchen)
( Dec. 31st, 2011 12:23 pm)
I stayed home from work with an annoying cold Thursday (and went through about a box and a half of tissues). Yesterday I was feeling better through about mid-afternoon, and then the sneezing, runny nose, and eye watering started again.

I had been planning to go to [livejournal.com profile] tnh and [livejournal.com profile] pnh's today, for general hanging out and a chance to get out of my shell a bit. However, I may still be contagious, and they're planning to be singing at GAFilk next weekend, so even if I was up to enjoying the party (after the subway trip), it would be unkind to inflict myself on them. Or, for that matter, on anyone else who might be likely to catch cold.

I'm not making resolutions—they just make me grumpy—but Patrick's invitation reminded me that I really do want to see more people in person than I have been. Last weekend's Newtonmass party in Cambridge was good in that direction, but I want to catch up with people here in New York, and more people I already know (that party included a few people I knew somewhat, one or two I'd played boardgames with before, and a bunch I'd never met, though one of the latter apologized for not remembering my name from a context I knew nothing about).
redbird: Me with a cup of tea, standing in front of a refrigerator (drinking tea in jo's kitchen)
( Dec. 31st, 2011 12:23 pm)
I stayed home from work with an annoying cold Thursday (and went through about a box and a half of tissues). Yesterday I was feeling better through about mid-afternoon, and then the sneezing, runny nose, and eye watering started again.

I had been planning to go to [livejournal.com profile] tnh and [livejournal.com profile] pnh's today, for general hanging out and a chance to get out of my shell a bit. However, I may still be contagious, and they're planning to be singing at GAFilk next weekend, so even if I was up to enjoying the party (after the subway trip), it would be unkind to inflict myself on them. Or, for that matter, on anyone else who might be likely to catch cold.

I'm not making resolutions—they just make me grumpy—but Patrick's invitation reminded me that I really do want to see more people in person than I have been. Last weekend's Newtonmass party in Cambridge was good in that direction, but I want to catch up with people here in New York, and more people I already know (that party included a few people I knew somewhat, one or two I'd played boardgames with before, and a bunch I'd never met, though one of the latter apologized for not remembering my name from a context I knew nothing about).
Last night, [livejournal.com profile] cattitude and I had dinner with [livejournal.com profile] womzilla, [personal profile] supergee, [livejournal.com profile] nellorat, and their friend Charles who I don't think is on DW or LJ. Womzilla emailed us last week and basically said "meet us for dinner" and we said yes. We went to the Ollie's Chinese restaurant near Lincoln Center. Friendly conversation about a variety of things; nothing major seems to be going on in any of our lives, which is just as well. I kvetched a bit about work, and talked about having just come from the gym. I don't normally work out on Sundays, but if I was going to spend the time on the subway anyway, combining the two made sense, and meant I didn't spend more time traveling to/from dinner than I did with my friends.

The chicken with yellow leeks wasn't quite as good as I'd remembered, but the sticky rice was fine (if over-priced, I'm used to getting it at dim sum prices) and the asparagus was excellent. It had been too long since I'd had a really good cooked green vegetable. Decent salads, yes. Cooked squash and root vegetables, yes. Some green pepper in things, but not as the whole dish, or the center of it. I think I would have thought well of the asparagus even in May, but right now it was especially good.

Around lunchtime today, my phone at work rang, and Desiree, the office manager, said "You have a package." I went over, and she handed me a long cardboard box labeled as containing flowers. I now have a very nice mix of red roses and purple somethings (composites, a bit larger than the roses) on my desk, and a very nice card from [personal profile] adrian_turtle tucked into my paper journal. We don't usually do much about Valentine's Day (or any holiday except Thanksgiving), and this was a nice surprise. A coworker looked at them and said something and I smiled and said "I am a very lucky woman," which I am. (I took a couple of photos with the iPod camera, but "sync" here seems to mean "put photos on the iPod," not "download your photos to your computer.")

as usual, gym notes )
redbird: closeup of me drinking tea, in a friend's kitchen (Default)
( Nov. 14th, 2010 06:13 pm)
We just had a pleasant afternoon with [livejournal.com profile] roadnotes, talking and drinking tea. Conversation ranging from the here and now, to 30 years back: hair, people we know, plans large and small, who we want to be connecting with, culling belongings, the drawbacks of Facebook and the ways that websites' use of the word "friend" may have people saying "s/he's my friend" when acquaintance might be a better word for "I know her, and we hung out a bit ten years ago." Roadnotes is sorting through/culling stuff a lot more seriously than Cattitude and I are, but I've been using her posts as inspiration, in a mild way: a book or two here, an old Worldcon program book there, some worn-out clothes or things that just don't suit me. I sent her home with a green suede jacket, which had never fit me right (the sleeves are too long) and looks good on her. It had been sitting in a drawer for a couple of years; I'm glad it fits her.

A quiet day was what I needed: I'm still not de-stressed from the last few weeks of extra stuff at work, and my shoulder is being a nuisance. Not a sharp pain, but steady, and bad for my mood and patience. Roadnotes and [livejournal.com profile] cattitude are both easy for me to be with; being out somewhere might have been more difficult.

ETA: I have asked Cattitude to remind me, if necessary, that this evening is not the time to do any sorting or decluttering, even if I'm inspired by our conversation, because it would be bad for my shoulder.

Also, we talked about the idea of good enough decisions: reminding ourselves (as I seem to need to, these last several months) that even if some other choice might be/have been better, this one is also good enough. Sometimes you've eliminated the bad answers, and it's not a big deal if you pick the second- or third-best. So I try not to second-guess myself. It's working, sometimes.
I didn't manage a nap on Friday—one of these days I may remember to turn the phone ringer and answering machine speaker off when I'm home sick—but I did convince [livejournal.com profile] onyxlynx to come up and visit me for a couple of hours. Tea, chocolate, conversation. including but not limited to catching up on stuff. She's not in New York very often these days, but she used to live in Washington Heights, and had no trouble finding my apartment. This may be the first time I've spent with just her: usually, it's been a group (not usually a large one) of people, because I got to know her gradually through fannish stuff, and then she moved west, and when she is here she is trying to get together with lots of people in a short time.

So, I've been doing somewhat domestic things the rest of the weekend, for values of "domestic" that include shopping (Greenmarket and grocery store), walking in the park, and dealing with paperwork and bills. A bit of reading, a bit of email. The leaves are just beginning to turn, but there are still some morning glories, and I think we saw more dragonflies an hour ago than we had at any time this summer. Still not a lot, compared to some years: it was a cool, damp summer by local standards. When we walked past the salt marsh, a turtle was basking on the very top of a tire in the water: the tire is standing on end, with just a little bit exposed at high tide, and moving gently back and forth when waves pass it. [livejournal.com profile] cattitude took some photos; I didn't have my camera this time.

I'm still not feeling 100% well: not seriously ill, but enough that while walking is good, weight-lifting may have to wait a bit longer. I am glad I stayed home Friday, even if rest didn't equal sleep. (It often doesn't, for me.)
I didn't manage a nap on Friday—one of these days I may remember to turn the phone ringer and answering machine speaker off when I'm home sick—but I did convince [personal profile] onyxlynx to come up and visit me for a couple of hours. Tea, chocolate, conversation. including but not limited to catching up on stuff. She's not in New York very often these days, but she used to live in Washington Heights, and had no trouble finding my apartment. This may be the first time I've spent with just her: usually, it's been a group (not usually a large one) of people, because I got to know her gradually through fannish stuff, and then she moved west, and when she is here she is trying to get together with lots of people in a short time.

So, I've been doing somewhat domestic things the rest of the weekend, for values of "domestic" that include shopping (Greenmarket and grocery store), walking in the park, and dealing with paperwork and bills. A bit of reading, a bit of email. The leaves are just beginning to turn, but there are still some morning glories, and I think we saw more dragonflies an hour ago than we had at any time this summer. Still not a lot, compared to some years: it was a cool, damp summer by local standards. When we walked past the salt marsh, a turtle was basking on the very top of a tire in the water: the tire is standing on end, with just a little bit exposed at high tide, and moving gently back and forth when waves pass it. [livejournal.com profile] cattitude took some photos; I didn't have my camera this time.

I'm still not feeling 100% well: not seriously ill, but enough that while walking is good, weight-lifting may have to wait a bit longer. I am glad I stayed home Friday, even if rest didn't equal sleep. (It often doesn't, for me.)
redbird: closeup of me drinking tea, in a friend's kitchen (Default)
( Feb. 3rd, 2008 07:05 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] cattitude and I had lunch with my mother today. Better, with my mother, my favorite aunt, and said aunt's husband and his mother. Smoked fish, bagels, cream cheese, tea, and conversation.

Then the three of us went for a walk, because it was a gorgeous afternoon, and Cattitude and I were both much in need of sunlight. We walked through Peter Cooper Village to the East River, where there's a narrow park called Stuyvesant Cove (mostly a paved walkway, with benches and some minimal plantings). My foot twinged while we were walking, so we turned back after a total of half a mile or so. We ambled back, detouring slightly to get a closer look at an impressive (and, I am told, new) fountain in Stuyvesant Town, which I noticed because it caught the sunlight. I was impressed as much that it was running in winter--even on a warm winter day--as by how high it leapt.

Unfortunately, when we were close to my aunt's again, my left hip started to hurt. Sitting down and resting--and drinking more tea--helped; I thought the muscle relaxant and painkiller had as well, until we got up to walk home. We actually took the crosstown bus (Cattitude doesn't like buses, so we would have walked if it had been comfortable for me). The walk back from the A train to my home was Not Fun. I am now sitting down. I am also reading LJ, posting this, and drinking hot chocolate, but mostly I am sitting still, and contemplating more Canadian painkillers.
redbird: closeup of me drinking tea, in a friend's kitchen (Default)
( Feb. 3rd, 2008 07:05 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] cattitude and I had lunch with my mother today. Better, with my mother, my favorite aunt, and said aunt's husband and his mother. Smoked fish, bagels, cream cheese, tea, and conversation.

Then the three of us went for a walk, because it was a gorgeous afternoon, and Cattitude and I were both much in need of sunlight. We walked through Peter Cooper Village to the East River, where there's a narrow park called Stuyvesant Cove (mostly a paved walkway, with benches and some minimal plantings). My foot twinged while we were walking, so we turned back after a total of half a mile or so. We ambled back, detouring slightly to get a closer look at an impressive (and, I am told, new) fountain in Stuyvesant Town, which I noticed because it caught the sunlight. I was impressed as much that it was running in winter--even on a warm winter day--as by how high it leapt.

Unfortunately, when we were close to my aunt's again, my left hip started to hurt. Sitting down and resting--and drinking more tea--helped; I thought the muscle relaxant and painkiller had as well, until we got up to walk home. We actually took the crosstown bus (Cattitude doesn't like buses, so we would have walked if it had been comfortable for me). The walk back from the A train to my home was Not Fun. I am now sitting down. I am also reading LJ, posting this, and drinking hot chocolate, but mostly I am sitting still, and contemplating more Canadian painkillers.
Tuesday evening, [livejournal.com profile] cattitude and I had a very pleasant sushi dinner with [livejournal.com profile] elisem and [livejournal.com profile] roadnotes. They kindly invited us to join them after Elise and Roadnotes ran into each other on the street Sunday and agreed to get together.

The fish was good, and the conversation excellent. Unsurprisingly, we talked a bunch about Mike Ford, because Elise misses him intensely and because New York was his city, so being here reminds her of him.

As it happens, I'd just picked up The Princes of the Air, which I'd not read before. (I'm still only halfway through the book, so will save any significant discussion.) The day after that conversation, I happened on a bit of scene description, set in a palace on a human colony world around another star, but between what's in the book and the reminder of Mike's connection to this city, I suddenly had a detailed and specific sense of place. A reader who didn't make that connection, or didn't know the place in question, wouldn't be lost, but it was a fine extra.

Because energy is finite, and because we'd had Adrian here on the weekend and then I'd been to the gym Monday night, both of which are worthwhile but both of which had used energy, I declined to join Elise and Roadnotes at the piano bar. It would have been fun, but as it was, I was leaning on the subway station pillars for support while we waited for an uptown A train. (And then I didn't get to bed until almost midnight, instead talking to Adrian and futzing around online--but I was home, not dealing with travel or people I didn't know.)
Tuesday evening, [livejournal.com profile] cattitude and I had a very pleasant sushi dinner with [livejournal.com profile] elisem and [livejournal.com profile] roadnotes. They kindly invited us to join them after Elise and Roadnotes ran into each other on the street Sunday and agreed to get together.

The fish was good, and the conversation excellent. Unsurprisingly, we talked a bunch about Mike Ford, because Elise misses him intensely and because New York was his city, so being here reminds her of him.

As it happens, I'd just picked up The Princes of the Air, which I'd not read before. (I'm still only halfway through the book, so will save any significant discussion.) The day after that conversation, I happened on a bit of scene description, set in a palace on a human colony world around another star, but between what's in the book and the reminder of Mike's connection to this city, I suddenly had a detailed and specific sense of place. A reader who didn't make that connection, or didn't know the place in question, wouldn't be lost, but it was a fine extra.

Because energy is finite, and because we'd had Adrian here on the weekend and then I'd been to the gym Monday night, both of which are worthwhile but both of which had used energy, I declined to join Elise and Roadnotes at the piano bar. It would have been fun, but as it was, I was leaning on the subway station pillars for support while we waited for an uptown A train. (And then I didn't get to bed until almost midnight, instead talking to Adrian and futzing around online--but I was home, not dealing with travel or people I didn't know.)
redbird: photo of the SF Bay bridges, during rebuilding after an earthquate (relationships)
( Jun. 17th, 2007 10:23 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] adrian_turtle was here for the weekend. She got here early Friday afternoon; I met her in midtown and we came uptown, had lunch, and spent the afternoon here before [livejournal.com profile] cattitude got home from work, carrying a smoked whitefish and other good things to eat.

The three of us had thought of going to the Great Hudson River Revival (Clearwater's music and environmental festival) on Saturday, energy allowing, but that seemed hypothetical enough that we didn't buy advance tickets. In the end, energy did not allow, so the three of us spent a lazy day here in Inwood. I was disappointed not to go, but glad I'd realized the possibility and not bought advance tickets: it seemed better to pay an extra $5 each at the gate if we went than to risk losing $40 each by wasting tickets.

Today we slept in a little, and Cattitude and I played Scrabble in the morning while Adrian read. We all agreed it was too hot to go wander around in the hills this afternoon, much as we like Inwood Hill Park, so after lunch Cattitude went to see Shrek III, and Adrian and I spent another couple of hours by ourselves, in the air conditioning. Cattitude got home just as Adrian and I were finishing the late afternoon cups of tea, and gave me a suddenly much-needed hug. Adrian's and my conversation shortly before that had left me missing, in the abstract, casual fannish socializing that drifted away over a long period, and that I know I don't have the energy for these days: I'd turned down a party invitation for last weekend because I knew that accepting meant I definitely wouldn't have the energy for Clearwater this week, something we all three wanted to do. And then it still didn't happen. Similarly, There are plenty of you who I would like to see, if I had the time and energy, and who would be glad to spend time with me, in any number of contexts. These things aren't always rational. Hugs from Adrian had also been helpful while I was thinking about this.

Cattitude and I walked Adrian to the subway, came back, and decided laundry could wait. This evening I've done a bit of hand wash, and a bit of freelance proofreading.
redbird: photo of the SF Bay bridges, during rebuilding after an earthquate (relationships)
( Jun. 17th, 2007 10:23 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] adrian_turtle was here for the weekend. She got here early Friday afternoon; I met her in midtown and we came uptown, had lunch, and spent the afternoon here before [livejournal.com profile] cattitude got home from work, carrying a smoked whitefish and other good things to eat.

The three of us had thought of going to the Great Hudson River Revival (Clearwater's music and environmental festival) on Saturday, energy allowing, but that seemed hypothetical enough that we didn't buy advance tickets. In the end, energy did not allow, so the three of us spent a lazy day here in Inwood. I was disappointed not to go, but glad I'd realized the possibility and not bought advance tickets: it seemed better to pay an extra $5 each at the gate if we went than to risk losing $40 each by wasting tickets.

Today we slept in a little, and Cattitude and I played Scrabble in the morning while Adrian read. We all agreed it was too hot to go wander around in the hills this afternoon, much as we like Inwood Hill Park, so after lunch Cattitude went to see Shrek III, and Adrian and I spent another couple of hours by ourselves, in the air conditioning. Cattitude got home just as Adrian and I were finishing the late afternoon cups of tea, and gave me a suddenly much-needed hug. Adrian's and my conversation shortly before that had left me missing, in the abstract, casual fannish socializing that drifted away over a long period, and that I know I don't have the energy for these days: I'd turned down a party invitation for last weekend because I knew that accepting meant I definitely wouldn't have the energy for Clearwater this week, something we all three wanted to do. And then it still didn't happen. Similarly, There are plenty of you who I would like to see, if I had the time and energy, and who would be glad to spend time with me, in any number of contexts. These things aren't always rational. Hugs from Adrian had also been helpful while I was thinking about this.

Cattitude and I walked Adrian to the subway, came back, and decided laundry could wait. This evening I've done a bit of hand wash, and a bit of freelance proofreading.
I worked out the gym today, for the first time since before I went to Montreal for New Year's (I'd done a moderate amount of walking, a few squats, and not enough stretching in the interim). I had expected it to be more crowded, given the nature of New Year's resolutions; I wonder if its being an overcast Monday morning kept people in.

After working out, I met my friend L. in Chinatown for lunch. We wandered a bit after lunch: we both bought produce, and I got a ginger ice cream cone. Then we took a bus across the Manhattan Bridge, and another further into Brooklyn, where we discovered that the Brooklyn Botanical Garden is closed on Mondays. It was a nice day for a walk, though, so we walked along the edge of the garden back to Grand Army Plaza, then took a train to downtown Brooklyn, where we shopped for assorted useful things (dried fruit, oats, cookies, pate, tea), and talked a while longer. We'd not seen each other in too long, and it was good to catch up, and to have a bright, mild (for January, not compared to Saturday) afternoon to do it in.

gym numbers )
I worked out the gym today, for the first time since before I went to Montreal for New Year's (I'd done a moderate amount of walking, a few squats, and not enough stretching in the interim). I had expected it to be more crowded, given the nature of New Year's resolutions; I wonder if its being an overcast Monday morning kept people in.

After working out, I met my friend L. in Chinatown for lunch. We wandered a bit after lunch: we both bought produce, and I got a ginger ice cream cone. Then we took a bus across the Manhattan Bridge, and another further into Brooklyn, where we discovered that the Brooklyn Botanical Garden is closed on Mondays. It was a nice day for a walk, though, so we walked along the edge of the garden back to Grand Army Plaza, then took a train to downtown Brooklyn, where we shopped for assorted useful things (dried fruit, oats, cookies, pate, tea), and talked a while longer. We'd not seen each other in too long, and it was good to catch up, and to have a bright, mild (for January, not compared to Saturday) afternoon to do it in.

gym numbers )
The last hardware for my computer—a combination floppy drive and USB card reader—arrived on Friday, and I installed it yesterday afternoon. [livejournal.com profile] cattitude provided instruction on topics like which cables I needed and what order to do things in, and I did all the physical stuff. This not only gives me a stronger feeling that it's my machine, it's stuff I might need to know sometime. We tested the drive and the install by pulling some photos I'd taken a month or two ago off the memory card on Cattitude's old camera. (I very much want to have a floppy drive, but had no immediate need for it; it's a combination of having stuff on old diskettes and a vague feeling of insecurity at the idea of being without one.)

I still need to install DVD-writing software, which is more practically relevant to backups and data storage here and now.

In the evening, we joined [livejournal.com profile] beetiger for dinner out as part of her birthday celebration (having skipped the perfume-sniffing and karaoke parts of the day). We agreed that we should see each other more often (I think it had been 3.5 years since the last time). Also there were her partners, [livejournal.com profile] bardbloom and [livejournal.com profile] lediva, their child, and two pleasant, somewhat shy-seeming women whose names escape me at the moment. We ate Chinese food and chatted, including some about Boston-area stuff, since [livejournal.com profile] lediva is from up there, and the couple whose names I forget live in Somerville; one of them recommended a place called Mary Chung's in Central Square for dim sum that includes a reasonable amount of vegetarian-suitable; I may try to take [livejournal.com profile] adrian_turtle there at some point. (I explained that the constraint there is no shrimp or pork, and she noted that it's not an explicitly vegetarian place, but one with a good variety of vegetarian stuff, and that they also have chicken.)
The last hardware for my computer—a combination floppy drive and USB card reader—arrived on Friday, and I installed it yesterday afternoon. [livejournal.com profile] cattitude provided instruction on topics like which cables I needed and what order to do things in, and I did all the physical stuff. This not only gives me a stronger feeling that it's my machine, it's stuff I might need to know sometime. We tested the drive and the install by pulling some photos I'd taken a month or two ago off the memory card on Cattitude's old camera. (I very much want to have a floppy drive, but had no immediate need for it; it's a combination of having stuff on old diskettes and a vague feeling of insecurity at the idea of being without one.)

I still need to install DVD-writing software, which is more practically relevant to backups and data storage here and now.

In the evening, we joined [livejournal.com profile] beetiger for dinner out as part of her birthday celebration (having skipped the perfume-sniffing and karaoke parts of the day). We agreed that we should see each other more often (I think it had been 3.5 years since the last time). Also there were her partners, [livejournal.com profile] bardbloom and [livejournal.com profile] lediva, their child, and two pleasant, somewhat shy-seeming women whose names escape me at the moment. We ate Chinese food and chatted, including some about Boston-area stuff, since [livejournal.com profile] lediva is from up there, and the couple whose names I forget live in Somerville; one of them recommended a place called Mary Chung's in Central Square for dim sum that includes a reasonable amount of vegetarian-suitable; I may try to take [livejournal.com profile] adrian_turtle there at some point. (I explained that the constraint there is no shrimp or pork, and she noted that it's not an explicitly vegetarian place, but one with a good variety of vegetarian stuff, and that they also have chicken.)
redbird: me with purple hair (purple)
( Nov. 20th, 2006 09:51 pm)
We have heat again.

In the intervening time, I have been to the gym, spent an hour at the library and checked out two books, and had a very pleasant dinner at Mingala with the mysterious D., [livejournal.com profile] roadnotes, [livejournal.com profile] baldanders, and [livejournal.com profile] cattitude. Good food and good conversation; afterwards, we bought socks, and mourned some of the changes to St. Marks Place/Eighth Street, and I explained my theory that if I needed a new tattoo artist, I might go to a place that also did piercings, henna, or both, but not to one that sells bongs or trashy lingerie.

gym notes )
redbird: me with purple hair (purple)
( Nov. 20th, 2006 09:51 pm)
We have heat again.

In the intervening time, I have been to the gym, spent an hour at the library and checked out two books, and had a very pleasant dinner at Mingala with the mysterious D., [livejournal.com profile] roadnotes, [livejournal.com profile] baldanders, and [livejournal.com profile] cattitude. Good food and good conversation; afterwards, we bought socks, and mourned some of the changes to St. Marks Place/Eighth Street, and I explained my theory that if I needed a new tattoo artist, I might go to a place that also did piercings, henna, or both, but not to one that sells bongs or trashy lingerie.

gym notes )
redbird: closeup of me drinking tea, in a friend's kitchen (Default)
( Oct. 22nd, 2006 07:50 pm)
Around noon today, I came back to my computer after playing Scrabble to find a message from [livejournal.com profile] porcinea asking if I could make it to dim sum. Well, it would take me a while to get there. She had no problem with that, and we agreed to meet at Jing Fong (20 Elizabeth) at 1:30. Much good food, possibly too much, but I introduced her to bacon-wrapped shrimp, and we had two orders of those flaky pastries filled with roast pork, and I got really fresh hot water chestnut cakes.

Then we walked up to the West Village, continuing to talk, and did some window shopping. She bought whole bean coffee, I bought a cup of tea, and we rendezvous'd with [livejournal.com profile] elissaann, and walked to a place called Point, which combines yarn/knitting shop with cafe. The young man running it liked us, because we were serious about chocolate. At one point, I mentioned that I didn't want to take up knitting while I was still finding my way with another new-to-me craft, jewelry making. By luck, I was wearing the wandering wire earrings I'd made when [livejournal.com profile] elisem taught me a bit of the technique, so I was able to show them to him.

It had been too long since I'd been for dim sum; I should do this more often.

*Spending time with my beloveds is wonderful and necessary, but feels like it's a different category: in that sense, this is the second social thing I've done since getting back from Montreal, the other being having [livejournal.com profile] roadnotes over.
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