22/11/09

madrobins: It's a meatloaf.  Dressed up like a bunny.  (Default)
• Went to farmer's market and bought apples and Brussels sprouts for Thanksgiving dinner (for apple pie and braised Brussels sprouts--I do not think of them as two great tastes that go great together).
• Had coffee and a muffin with the Spouse, sort of like a mini-date, on the way to Costco.
• At Costco, not only got the things on our list, but bought new tires, which were badly needed, and had them put on. The car now purrrrrs.
• Went to Whole Paycheck for gluten-free bread (for stuffing).
• Went to Safeway for dog food and various.
• Put everything away.
• Supported Avocado (who is still feeling wretched) in sorting through all the things I removed from her old room. Threw out a raft of stuff, got everything else down to two boxes of things to be put away, and a small box of hand-me-downs to be tried on and evaluated.

With a proud consciousness of stuff done, I can go off to see Where the Wild Things Are with a relatively clean conscience. I do wish the child was feeling better, though.
madrobins: It's a meatloaf.  Dressed up like a bunny.  (Default)
Avocado has, from her bed of pain, watched about a season's worth of Gilmore Girls in the last two days. It is, in fact, perfect sickbed watching: well written, funny, engaging, but not too heavy. I decided the other day that Gilmore Girls is sorta to relationships what The West Wing was to politics. And it seems to be making the kid feel marginally better.