So, Austin

I went to Austin saying that the main thing I wanted to do - besides see my sister, of course - was shop, but we didn't actually end up getting any shopping done to speak of. Saturday we started out to shop, and I'm still not exactly sure where the whole day went, but the only place we actually went shopping was Waterloo Records. We did go see my nephew (and his dad), which is always nice. He is almost 17, which seems unbelievable. Pretty nice kid, though, on the whole.

I didn't realize that it'd so long since I'd been in Waterloo - when we walked in I realized that the last time I was there, most of the records were still on vinyl. I do think I'd been in the "new" location once, maybe, but most of the time I was in Austin, they were over on the other side of Town Lake, further down Lamar. Or maybe I hadn't been in that store at all - when did they move, anyway? I know they were there by the time I started coming to Austin more often, the last five years or so, at least. Before that I came so seldom for a long time that I'm not sure of anything.

We ate lunch at Hut's - which hadn't changed a bit in 20 years - and dinner at El Arroyo, as I said before. That was a new place to me, but it was really good, and it was nice to get to talk to anjea, when my sister let us get a word in edgewise. Luckily (well, sort of) she went for a couple of long smoke breaks. (I've been trying hard not to say anything about her smoking. I don't think it'd do any good.)

I told Anjea that the worlds were colliding because she met my sister, who of course calls me by my real name, while just about everybody I know online (except possibly karen_d) calls me Mel, even if they know perfectly well what my real name is. I never quite know what to tell people when that happens. When I meet the "online people" in person, they always say, "Well, which one do you want to be called?" and then I get all indecisive. I guess really, I'd just as soon be Mel. As I've said many times, I don't like my real name very much anyway. If we move to Austin when we retire - as we've been saying for a couple of years we're going to, and retirement for us is not all that far away  - I may be tempted to just change my name. Not legally, because legally my name is already a mess - but I might just start calling myself Mel in general. I dunno, we'll see, we still have a good while to go, and I may feel differently about it by then. But it seems like that would be the best time to ever do it, if I decide I really want to.

My sister is trying to become an artist - by which I mean, one who actually makes money at it. She's always had a flair for design, and an original style, and she has developed a technique which does seem to be something a bit different, so it does seem like there are possibilities in this. I've only seen a couple of the pieces she's made to sell, but I really like some of them quite a lot. She's supposed to send me pictures and if she does I'll put some of them up. She has a website up already but she keeps saying it's not finished so I guess I shouldn't link to it yet.



I don't have to go in to work til after lunch tomorrow - if I wake up in time, I may go see if they can color my hair in the morning. I've never been in there in the morning, but surely they open by 10 or so, I would think. That ought to be enough time. I have big old gray roots that are driving me crazy - and it's only been two months since I got it done, I don't know why they look so bad already!


 

Organized, not.

I was going to write "real" - you know, organized - posts for Holidailies, but well, organization is not my strong suit. I may get there eventually, I may not. We'll see. I'm trying to organize my house; maybe I can only organize one thing at a time. Frankly, at this point the house is considerably more important to me than writing organized entries.

I just finally posted the entry I wrote last night to Holidailies, anyway - it wouldn't let me post it from work, although I doubt that they've blocked Holidailies or anything. At least, they've never done anything like that before. I can't imagine that Holidailies is a big enough time-suck for enough people that it registers on anybody's list of sites that need to be blocked. So I imagine it was just some momentary glitch or something.

I haven't really done anything new and holiday-ish to write about, since I was gone all weekend. (If anybody new has wandered along, I refer you to the end-of-November post where I talk about what I had already gotten done then.) I need to do cards. I need to put up the little white tree, if I'm going to. More importantly - I guess - I need to find some fabric to bind that quilt of my mother's with, if I'm going to get it done before Christmas. (I'm unsure because it's for my sister, and she was hinting around that she might not come for Christmas, anyway. So really, why should I bother?) I did look around for some fabric I can use - I think I can find some, although several pieces I tried weren't dark enough - it's that really dark navy blue, true navy blue, so to speak. But I have a bunch of repro fabric, if I can find it, that I think is that color. It may be with the stuff I took to the retreat last spring (the last time I actually worked on quilting), and I think all that stuff is still together.


I woke up really, really early this morning - like, I laid there awake for a good while, and got up and it was still only 5 - and I felt really crappy and headachy, not surprisingly. Luckily, since I didn't have to go to work, I was able to go back to bed eventually, and sleep a couple more hours. Actually, once I got back to sleep I didn't want to wake up again. I have gotten interested in another CJ Cherryh book, though - I forget which one I'm on, Precursor, maybe? The titles all blend together in my head - and I stayed in bed and read that much longer than I intended to. I still managed to get my hair done before work, just the same. The gray roots are gone and it's very burgundy again. That stage never lasts as long as I'd like it to, though.



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