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May. 4th, 2004 11:12 pmthe more time i have to write, the less i have to say...
let's see... rewinding to what i previously omitted...
way back last thursday... i lost my keys around the apartment, couldn't find them in the morning, caught a ride to work with dave -- who almost made himself late helping me look, and have i mentioned lately how fantastic he is? -- and discovered the knoxville bus system. you don't even have to be at a stop, just wave them down. i was the only passenger, the driver chatted with me the whole way, i couldn't really hear much of what he said over the general bus noises, but i appreciated the effort and attempted to listen.
still haven't bought any stylish scrubs to make work brighter and comfier. but i did manage to find some insoles to increase the arch support in my black shoes...
saturday... dad, dave, and i tromped around downtown nashville for a few hours before prairie home companion... garrison keillor wore red tennis shoes with a suit. the silly teenager i once was, the one who insisted on wearing chucks with everything including dresses, rejoiced. but really, the one to watch is the foley artist. incredible. we were too chicken to put in anything for the mid-show greetings from the audience...
dave and my parents spoiled me rotten for my birthday. now his is coming up next monday... he's on vacation all this week, which is nice, but leaves me little by-myself time to shop. i don't know why present-finding always makes me so anxious... i never know if what i'm getting is right. sometimes, i desperately want to be one of the people who always send thoughtful little notes and gifts... but then i get stage-fright or fail to notice the passing of time or simply get overwhelmed by the sheer volume of friends with note-worthy occasions... and the xmas cards go back in the desk drawer for another year...
let's see... rewinding to what i previously omitted...
way back last thursday... i lost my keys around the apartment, couldn't find them in the morning, caught a ride to work with dave -- who almost made himself late helping me look, and have i mentioned lately how fantastic he is? -- and discovered the knoxville bus system. you don't even have to be at a stop, just wave them down. i was the only passenger, the driver chatted with me the whole way, i couldn't really hear much of what he said over the general bus noises, but i appreciated the effort and attempted to listen.
still haven't bought any stylish scrubs to make work brighter and comfier. but i did manage to find some insoles to increase the arch support in my black shoes...
saturday... dad, dave, and i tromped around downtown nashville for a few hours before prairie home companion... garrison keillor wore red tennis shoes with a suit. the silly teenager i once was, the one who insisted on wearing chucks with everything including dresses, rejoiced. but really, the one to watch is the foley artist. incredible. we were too chicken to put in anything for the mid-show greetings from the audience...
dave and my parents spoiled me rotten for my birthday. now his is coming up next monday... he's on vacation all this week, which is nice, but leaves me little by-myself time to shop. i don't know why present-finding always makes me so anxious... i never know if what i'm getting is right. sometimes, i desperately want to be one of the people who always send thoughtful little notes and gifts... but then i get stage-fright or fail to notice the passing of time or simply get overwhelmed by the sheer volume of friends with note-worthy occasions... and the xmas cards go back in the desk drawer for another year...
