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I've been nothing but constructive today.

I woke up late, took my shower, and eventually made my way over to school to buy my book. This was not a happy errand, as my mom used to work at this bookstore and had been putting a lot of pressure on me to NOT talk to her former colleagues about her. Since they are known to ask questions, her coaching made things... difficult. She kept following me around the house while I was getting ready. "And if they ask how I am, what are you going to say?" "You're under the weather." "No! Tell them I'm fine and they can email me!" "How else do you expect me to explain why you aren't with me?" "Tell them I'm doing errands at home!" "They'll wonder why you picked today." etc.

As it happened, when I was in the store, everyone I knew who worked there was busy and took no peripheral notice of me because my haircolor has changed since I last saw them. It was a relief to not have to play the game I was being asked to play. I did get my book, which is better than the old Figure book. This one has anatomical charts, well-chosen illustrations, a glossary, and seems to be generally well-written and readable. It's Drawing from Life by Brown and McLean. Our old one was by Lu Bro and it went out of print for this past semester.


After the bookstore, I came home and dug in to the necessary housework. The original plan with the existing sofas was that my mother was going to clear an area in her bedroom and then we were going to move the loveseat in there. Well, I spent much time getting the loveseat ready to move, dubious about its ability to go around corners. Sure enough, it couldn't make it through the first set of doors (which are at a 90deg angle) and ended up being too long to prop on one end. So the move was a no-go. A tiring one.

We moved the loveseat back where it started, sat down and brainstormed for a while. Getting it out to the curb for Saturday morning garage sale time didn't seem likely... the same logistical headaches, and us being only two small women. Then I came up with the clever idea of having Goodwill come and pick up the current sofas ASAP. Negating any need for us to lift them again. If they can't come on time, there are other charity thrift places that can come get the sofas. Woot.

That's been my day. My back hurts a little from all the sofa-pushing, and I have a ton of things to do over the next two days, but all in all I think we will be ready for Saturday's delivery.

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So, we decided, again, to keep the old sofas. We like them, we'll recover them and either use them in another room of the house or sell them. They are very nice and still structurally intact. Everyone I know who has ever been on them thinks they are super-squishy. So neenor to thrift places that didn't want them. We put off the delivery of the new stuff for about another 10 days.

After that, went and picked up some supplies I needed, and went to a nice dinner at Carrabba's. Mmmm. Italian food. My waistline is expanding at the rate of the universe. But that's OK.

Where after that? Well, guess. There's an interesting issue of Wired out, all about Tokyo, with an article by William Gibson in the course of which he runs into Douglas Coupland and Michael Stipe and they all hang out together. I want to be a fly on those particular Japanese walls! There's also an article on Squaresoft. & I got my mom's birthday cards. Her bday is Monday. But we are going out Saturday night because she wants to see these Kodo drummers who only perform on weekends.

The bookstore clerk was a cute industrial-looking boy and we talked about piercings for a while. Unfortunately, I didn't get my lip done locally, so I couldn't tell him the best place to go. However, I told him some ppl to talk to, so he should be able to get a good lead. Now that I think of it, I ought to have recommended the guy who made my retainers for me. He didn't even do the piercings, but made the retainers for free, and the studio looked great... very clean & professional. His book was also very good.

& after assorted other errands, here I am, home at last, quite tired.