I’ve rented a car for this weekend. We’re going up to Appleton tomorrow for a maple-syrup festival thingie, but today is all about errands—which, I must admit, are much easier for the wheeled.
I picked up Dream’s heart pills first, and then I hopped over to Hilldale to pick up the Bibliomedusa, which I finally got framed. It looks unbelievably fabulous and I plan to post a picture of it, because how can I not post a picture of the language-geekiest library in-joke ever?
I stopped for a tasty lunch at Pasqual’s at Hilldale; I still prefer the Monroe Street one because it’s a bit rough-and-readier, but the Hilldale one is just fine. Next was a stop at the hardware store for a curtain-rod so that we can put up the chunk-of-Bayeux-Tapestry reproduction my mom got us; while I was at it, I got a hangy-post-thing for the back yard so we can put up bird and hummer feeders. I then tooled over to campus to leave the Bibliomedusa in my office and pick up the extra office chair I’ve been meaning to take home for ages. (Oh, hush. It’s mine, only I no longer need it because they bought me one.)
And now I’m home catching up on email before I hop out again for a bulk-buying run. I promised to pick David up at work, and we’ll catch a little take-out dinner before I come home for Dragonhunting.
It’s not spring yet, but “late winter” is fair. Like a snake shedding its skin, Madison is slowly losing its snow cover. Walking outside with no gloves and coat open is quite comfortable in the afternoons. I saw a huge group of geese the other day, going around in circles trying to decide which lake to head toward—this being a difficult decision because the lakes haven’t even started to open up yet. Walking to work yesterday morning, I saw two rabbits nosing around a cleared patch of yard looking for something vaguely edible.
I still seem to be okay at this driving thing. Can’t perpendicular-park worth a damn (though I’m good at parallel-parking, go figure), but the world seemed to conspire today to show me drivers way worse than I am—one guy managed to hop a curb, couple other people did parking jobs so bad that I would have backed out and started over, and one idiot completely ignored that his lane was ending until he had to beg to be let in.
So if you see the orange-copper Chevy Aveo tooling around Madison and environs this weekend, wave and say hi. But don’t honk. Please. Makes me nervous.
