Setting off
Posted by Lanea on Tuesday, July 24th, 2007
I am officially losing my ever loving mind, prepping for this vacation.
I’ve been sewing like mad–that total comes nowhere near the honest truth, but I only have so much time to measure stitching. Out friends have new clothes. Scott has new clothes. I have new clothes. I pulled out one particularly great save and now have a gorgeous teal silk dupioni dress that is very flattering, rather than the boob-crushing, hellish nightmare of a monstrosity it tried to become (dupioni has no give, even on the bias–I had forgotten). Had the fates been cruel, Nessa might have a gorgeous teal silk dress that made her fairy Godmother Lanea burst into tears of frustration whenever she saw it. Sorry Nessa–you can have it when I, er, get taller. Or when I just can’t bear not to see you in it–that’s a real possibility, what with my need to dress the Celts.
We also have a new camp bed, thanks to Bodwin and Scott. Our old one made me cry when I set it up a few too many times, so Scott refused to bring it home last year. The new bed is currently violent blue. I think I need to bribe someone with, you know, 2-D artistic talent. Maybe I can bribe them with clothes.
We’re firming up pet-sitting plans (boy howdee, am I going to miss our pets). It looks like my wonderful younger brother Andrew is going to care for the three furry beasts again this year, thankfully.
I’ve been watching the live-action version of the Tick–who knew it was so funny?
And making a make-shift irrigation system, since we’re still in the midst of a drought. I hate coming home from a trip and finding my green charges withered and dying.
And re-reading all of the Harry Potter books, which is good, because I don’t need challenge from my books right now. I need escape. And weirdos. There’s nothing like immersing yourself in books about a counter-culture when you’re getting ready to immerse yourself in a counter-culture. Very comforting.
Also, sleeping not quite enough, and having very strange dreams.
I just can’t wait to get out of town, dammit, and see our far-flung friends. Why are there work days between me and summer camp? WHYYYYYYAHHHWAHHHHHHH!?
I need a nap.
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