'Fraid so, Lissla. I did have Neo-Platonic pillow talk with my young love (whose wife just sent me an invite to his 50th birthday–how did we get so old?). I was seriously considering doing graduate work in medieval philosopy (and I believe it may have been a university in Toronto that had the program I was interested in, or maybe Montreal–all those Canadian cities, they’re all the same, right?) He (James) was (is) an unconventional scholar, sometimes taking classes, sometimes just working his way through a section of the library. He introduced me to Plotinus and I introduced him to the pre-Socratics. He used to read me fragments of ancient Greek poems–sometimes in Greek even.
We also debated why Christianity survived and Mithras did not; why we call Alexander the Great but not Genghis Khan, although their goals and acomplishments were similar; the importance of the stirrup to warfare; the English longbow vs. the crossbow; the stagnation of the Japanese fuedal system and subsequent erosion of the samuri code of honor; and whether taking flowers out of a garden at midnight to leave on someone else’s doorstep was stealing or simply sharing.
And I started to fall in love with him when my then boyfriend decided I should get to know his friend, James, and sent me off to have lunch with him. James opened the door, shirtless, having just ended his daily kendo workout (he also did aikido and now is working on a fairly darkly colored karate belt). At lunch, we deconstructed and then reconstructed Heinlein’s Starship Trooper’s, and then he taught me how to throw a knife underhand. I broke up with my boyfriend shortly thereafter.
Kalley I thought I had some weird boyfriends! ACBG and I pillow talk about things like my still desire to convert my garage into an expanded kitchen and dining room and about taking the wall out between the dining and living room to extend the living room and about how he wants to finish the unfinished room and a half attic that could be an upstairs room in his house and where the staircase should go and all sorts of stuff like that. We also pillow talk other things that I won’t discuss here.
This here ----> :rolleyes: is Tupug imagining having philosophical pillow talk with Mr. Anachi…ever.
But if we are talking about :eek: moments, I have one. Yesterday at work I phoned my sister and told her about Lil Lestat’s[sup]TM[/sup] unfortunate auto heist. When I got off the phone, my neighbor in cubeland, PreggersBethany[sup]TM[/sup], started asking me questions about the kind of car, where it was when stolen, etc. Well, turns out she lives practically nextdoor to Lil Lestat’s girlfriend in an apartment complex waaaaaaaaay across the city (scene of the crime). Heh, small world!
The good thing about it being Veterans Day today is I don’t have to taxi the boy to school cause it’s a hollerday for him.
On another note, the tree cutters are supposed to come today to cut down one tree in the front yard and to storm trim the trees in the back yard. Should be interesting around the Anachi Ranch today with four dogs inside defending their turf. Hope Simba doesn’t decide to go through the breakfast nook winders.
OK Puggy what’s this about a fourth doggie? We know from your name that you have two pugs and a chee hoo-ah hoo-ah but know nothing about the fourth one. Is he or she not worthy of mention? Does he or she know this? Is this the one who likes to dive through the breakfast nook winders? We need to know!
Oh, goodness, did I never mention Simba, the 100-lb Aussie Chow mix who belongs to The Princess Without a Country[sup]TM[/sup]? Simba and The Princess currently live with me, Mr. Anachi, Lil Lestat, Chang Lee, Jade and Isa (pugs and chi). Believe it or not, Simba is the best behaved of all the mutts. There are also two cats and a cockatiel. Did I not mention the ranch…perhaps I shoulda said zoo. BTW FWIW, I only ever actually proactively procured the pugs. The rest are all squatters who wandered in and won’t leave. Ah, well, not many people can claim a bird whistling the “Andy of Mayberry” theme dropped on their head one day and set up a nest.
See, I knew about the cockatiel. Wasn’t there a thread about it? My mother has a cockatiel named Lucy. She’s an ornery ol’ thang. The cockatiel, that is. Not mom. Mom is sweet. I hate it when Lucy gets near me. She tries to yank hair out of my beard. Mom says she’s just trying to kiss me. Kiss me my hiney! Dang thing is a beard hair snatcher!
Speaking of ornery critters, my sister has an ornery cat named Tiger. Tiger tries to act all sweet and innocent, rubbing up against me and purring in an attempt to get me to reach down and pet him so he can bite me. HAH! Like that’ll ever happen again. Stupid cat. Gets himself shut up in closets all the time.
-swampbear (animal less. well, cept when ACBG gets all randy, that is)
Are there any oddities involved in shipping foodstuffs to Canada? Because I’ve got a couple of TJ’s around here. And I could be convinced to mail off a package. My email’s in my profile if you want to send me your address.
I think you just have to write “Packaged Cookies” or something on the shipping box.
I love you I love you I love you…
I’m trying very hard to find a TJs near the border. Quasi-Daughter’s in Hamilton, which is only an hour or so from Niagara. So if there’s one anywhere near there I’m making a trip. We do have Whole Foods, an incredible variety of ethnic grocery stores, and President’s Chioce (upscale-ish supermarket brand) but of course I want what I don’t have.
Kalley, I think it must have been Toronto. We’ve got a world-renowned Medieval Studies grad program. Don’t think Montreal has a spiffy one. Several of my friends read ancient Greek- I could have taken it but Latin was hard enough and I am lazy. Intellectual Husband has memorised parts of the Divine Comedy, and can recite and translate them.
Your Young Love[sup]tm[/sup] sounds fascinating. Driving Husband is minoring in philosophy, mostly Plato, and I proof his essays for him. It’s great fun.
Good thoughts and prayers for Mr. Lissar? He’s staying home from work today because of extreme coughing, and tomorrow he’s supposed to grade for his blue belt in kobudo (ancient weapons). Of course, last time he graded, he did it with a broken hand. Maybe he just feels he has to be sick or injured at every grading.
oh, scout? I love you I love you I love you… Erm, I couldn’t get some ginger cream cookies or ginger gummi bears too, could I?
Today was Yard Work Day, and I spent it clearing away the last of the leaves and generally cxleaning up the yard. For six hours. Tonight is going to be Aspirin and Heating Pad Night.
I dated a medical technician once, dwyr. She was a really sweet girl. She never talked about her work, for which I was grateful.
Ouch. Yard work is hard work. Hey! That rhymes! Have some more aspirin and maybe Scotch or something. And go lie down and watch tv.
Neck Update: still hurts. Still have to turn my whole body to look towards the right.
But my day is all bright in sunny becasue I just got my birthday present from Best Friend and Husband! Wheee! I have a warm snuggly blanket and ginger altoids and copies of two encyclicals and peanut butter cookies.
Hmm, I’ve got nothing to add on the food front. I’ve been cleaning and still have a long way to go. I had to steam clean the bonus room. This took quite awhile since the kids had broken the cardinal rule and taken food and drink up there. Consequently, there were stains on the carpet from spilled soda and such, so I had to scrub the stains first. Next, I cleaned out my pantry because apparently a potatoe had hidden itself way, way, way in the back, behind a couple of other things and had started to rot. Ugh, the stench! Next, I cleaned out the frig so we could actually fit some groceries in there. Well, the pantry is clean, so now I have to scrub the rest of the kitchen and wash the floor. After that I need to clean the great room and the rest of the downstairs. I think I’ll leave the den for hubby since I busted my ass cleaning it to get it ready for the new computer and it’s already a mess. :mad: After that I still have laundry to do and need to clean my own room because it’s, well, a tad messy. I need to scrub the master bath too. Sigh…I think I’ll be up quite late cleaning today.
I was supposed to go look at more furniture, but hubby has decided to invite his boss and several co-workers, along with some other friends to the house tomorrow evening. Since I have to work tomorrow, this means I need to clean today.
I took some chicken breasts out to cook for dinner tonight. I was going to make gnocchi with a basil cream sauce to accompany the chicken. I’m thinking that I won’t have time for this, so we’ll have to eat something extremely quick and easy.
We took my mommy out for din-din last night. We ate chicken cordon bleu with a honey nutmeg sauce, mashed sweet 'taters, and salad. The kids ate a potato soup in lieu of salad. Hubby and I opted for the beef stroganaff because we’ve already had the chicken cordon bleu and they were out of the other special, which was a stuffed pork chop. It was all very tasty at any rate. I had a wonderful piece of cheesecake for dessert and hubby had bread pudding with a rum sauce.
Well back to cleaning…sheesh I haven’t even taken a shower today!
Well, two of my central tenets has long been “Why be Normal” and “Being Weird isn’t Enough” so Young Love boyfriend fits in quite nicely. I enjoy having a rather conventional exterior when so many odd thoughts and fancies are dancing around inside. To be honest, we also talked about what was needed at the grocery store and why I couldn’t seem to get the hang of a standard transmission ('cuz he owned a Renault, that’s why), and our views on Star Wars were so divergent we agreed not to talk about it at all.
I imagine that pillowtalk now would be more in line with swampy’s conversations, but if I could have that and be able to discuss the fallacy of Apollonian supremacy and the critical role of Dionysian thought on the modern world once in a while, well, I would be a happy camper.
Ah, to be a forbidden desire. That could be what my life is missing. I’m sure it would have been mutual, darlin’.
And I just got Nigel Slater’s book Appetite from work. It was a remainder, and so it was down to $19.99. Originally $60. $11.99 after my discount. And I got the sequel to Sabriel and I’m reading it with one eye on the book and the other on what I’m typing, which is quite complicated, let me tell you.
I may need to get copies of Appetite for Best Friend, Mother-in-Law, and Quasi-Daughter.
It’s Friday morning and I’m at home in my fuzzy fleece robe. At least for a few more minutes. I need to shower, dress, and start painting, but for a little while, I’m vegging.
I spent most of yesterday with my Mom, helping her out a little, and gathering a bunch of our stuff that we were storing there. We unloaded the trailer last night - good thing, too, since it’s raining now - but my van is still full, so that’s a chore facing me today.
I’m hungry. I’m grubby. My feet are cold. I suppose I should hit the shower and all that. So much for a day off… sigh
It’s Friday! It’s raining! Yay for both! If all goes according to plan, I shall be outta here (work) by around 2:30ish! No particular reason, just planning on it. Tomorrow, I’m gonna clean off my back porch! How exciting! Oh well, I could be painting and unloading a van in the rain.
Since FairyChatMom asked - it sucks, okay? Some idiot left me in charge of stuff today, which means I’m expected to make decisions about things. That really isn’t my job; I’m just here in an advisory capacity. It’s not even 8:30 and I’ve already been forced to make two separate policy decisions and I probably got them wrong. I went with the answer I thought made the most sense in both cases, which is guaranteed to irritate the lawyers when they bother to come back to work. I’m supposed to do things consistently with past practice or something, but I usually go with what makes sense, which is bad because “good sense” and “precedent from twelve years ago” rarely agree. From now on, my decision is going to be “call back on Monday.”
I hate this job sometimes.
You may notice from my prior post that there seems to be something wrong with my keyboard at home. (If you read my posts, that is. Prudent people wouldn’t.) I can’t seem to type a “c” without also getting an “x”. I thought I cleaned up that post before hitting submit, but I guess I didn’t. Sorry.
ACBG and I pillow talk about things like my still desire to convert my garage into an expanded kitchen and dining room and about taking the wall out between the dining and living room to extend the living room and about how he wants to finish the unfinished room and a half attic that could be an upstairs room in his house and where the staircase should go and all sorts of stuff like that. We also pillow talk other things that I won’t discuss here. 