valentines
Feb. 14th, 2014 09:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demakatJust had to go rescue my mom's pdf or something. In the end she suggested the final fix, so hooray for that. Learning.
She always gets us all a heart box of chocolates. Always, every year. I can't eat mine because of the dairy in the milk chocolate. I know this is still true because I ate a granola bar last night that most likely had milk and things in it, and this morning I'm hivey.
I reconstituted my hair in the shower, and she was telling me how I should dress nice today because "you never know". I told her I hoped it was the overly happy guy, because I always accidentally crush his little hopes and dreams with my dry delivery of ...everything. Though mostly I just think that he is trying to be a signmaker somewhere and wants to hang out with us. I suspect he doesn't know about the adobe programs and things like that, which is where he should start. But no one will outright ask me anything. I see lots of stuff and my brain tells me that this is what is likely to happen, but there is always the possibility of me having not seen all of the puzzle, and thus having assembled a horse when it was really a picture of a dog.
Probably what needs to happen is my learning how to act within my knowing. Walk between rain drops.
So then I thought about wearing my favorite shirt and dressing nice...and realizing I would be covered in skulls, and dressed like I hate the holiday. I don't hate it, I just wish I had someone to come home to and sleep in a warm blanket pile with.
the real question is, should I spend the morning making heart garland to hang at the coffee bar?
She always gets us all a heart box of chocolates. Always, every year. I can't eat mine because of the dairy in the milk chocolate. I know this is still true because I ate a granola bar last night that most likely had milk and things in it, and this morning I'm hivey.
I reconstituted my hair in the shower, and she was telling me how I should dress nice today because "you never know". I told her I hoped it was the overly happy guy, because I always accidentally crush his little hopes and dreams with my dry delivery of ...everything. Though mostly I just think that he is trying to be a signmaker somewhere and wants to hang out with us. I suspect he doesn't know about the adobe programs and things like that, which is where he should start. But no one will outright ask me anything. I see lots of stuff and my brain tells me that this is what is likely to happen, but there is always the possibility of me having not seen all of the puzzle, and thus having assembled a horse when it was really a picture of a dog.
Probably what needs to happen is my learning how to act within my knowing. Walk between rain drops.
So then I thought about wearing my favorite shirt and dressing nice...and realizing I would be covered in skulls, and dressed like I hate the holiday. I don't hate it, I just wish I had someone to come home to and sleep in a warm blanket pile with.
the real question is, should I spend the morning making heart garland to hang at the coffee bar?
