December 1st, 2010

green little review

Poem for Wednesday and Botanic Garden Miniatures

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I had a fairly silly Tuesday. I woke up to discover that my sheet had a huge hole in it -- I don't know whether a cat claw was involved or if it had just gotten old enough to rip on its own -- so my late morning/early afternoon agenda involved trips to the local discount bed and bath stores, plus I wanted to stop in craft stores. I went first to the shopping strip that has an AC Moore, where I found gold headpins easily enough, but when I walked down to what I thought was a Linens & Things knockoff that had moved in next to Toys R Us, I discovered that the place had turned into a discount furniture store and didn't carry sheets. So I went off to the shopping strip that has a Michael's, except I never made it in there, because I spent over an hour in Bed, Bath & Beyond looking at sofa slipcovers and bedroom sets. They had more sofa covers than the handful of other local places I'd found that stocked them (as opposed to places like JC Penney, which only has them online), but the lighter colored heavier material looked like it would be quickly stained, the darker colored heavier material looked like it would make the living room too dark, and all the other fabrics looked like they'd either shred or become cat hair magnets. As for the comforters, I looked at dozens and finally found a bed-in-a-bag I liked that was on a big sale, but it didn't come with a dust ruffle and none of the ones for sale separately came even close to matching, ditto extra sheets. So all I ended up buying was a new set of sheets to match the comforter we've had for our entire married life...and when I got home, the bottom sheet had a hole in it. Arrgh!

Like I said, it was a pretty silly day. Some nice things happened, like I got a notification from FictionAlley that I was a winner in their Deathly Hallows Contest, though I won't know what I won till I get my prize (I hope it's not a tattoo)! I took Adam to tennis and went to Sears and Macy's in the mall to see whether I'd have better luck replacing bedroom stuff there, but all I ended up buying were two $6 mock turtlenecks. Paul decided that we should celebrate St. Andrew's Day, even though neither of us has any Scottish ancestry, so he made mince and tatties for dinner and got shortbread for dessert, which we ate over the opening of Glee, which I absolutely loved this week because of 1) Santana singing, 2) Brittany's definition of "adultery," and most especially 3) "Don't Cry For Me, Argentina" -- these things more than made up for a tragic dearth of Sue Sylvester and the show's over the top Rachel-bashing. How about instead of tearing Rachel to shreds while giving her 99 percent of the solos, they continue the trend of letting other people sing and stop writing her as the obnoxious immature full-of-herself vengeful greedy token Jewish girl?

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