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Oct. 5th, 2015 01:12 pmSo Saturday I went to IKEA with ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
otatma and K- and Ghost. It was an expedition into the wilds of Frisco, where we procured pink-flavored cake, and weird Yule Drink, and vegetarian meatballs, (which are good, but they really need to roast the side of veggies instead of boiling them). We purchased plates, bowls, cups and more tea balls for the apartment we're about to move into. K- got a stuffed puppy and some household items as well. I didn't have quite as much energy as I thought I had, because I was fighting off the throat infection that appeared later that evening, post-nap.
Something thatotatma said to me in the car on the way there is floating around the back of my brain, and pinging every time I come across the desire to be musical or appreciate music. I really do come from a musical family, on Dad's side of things. My grandmother was a champion yodeler, and most of that family have been in the church choir at varying points. Even my dad, who barely talks, will hum when he's in a good mood. It's actually one of the few ways you can really tell what his moods are; his face is not particularly expressive. Everyone on that side will have a radio on quietly in the background, or will hum tunes, or will sing when they're happy. I sing when I'm happy.
Sunday I worked and then went to the pond behind the library and married T- and Z- to each other in a small, happy ceremony. There was pizza and celebrating at their house after, where I met Z's brother and his fiance, and T's bestie whom I had met before, but briefly. (Note to self: buy Cards Against Humanity for them for Xmas) I also have new plans to help educate some people. YAY Continuing Education Society!
otatma and K- and Ghost. It was an expedition into the wilds of Frisco, where we procured pink-flavored cake, and weird Yule Drink, and vegetarian meatballs, (which are good, but they really need to roast the side of veggies instead of boiling them). We purchased plates, bowls, cups and more tea balls for the apartment we're about to move into. K- got a stuffed puppy and some household items as well. I didn't have quite as much energy as I thought I had, because I was fighting off the throat infection that appeared later that evening, post-nap. Something that
otatma said to me in the car on the way there is floating around the back of my brain, and pinging every time I come across the desire to be musical or appreciate music. I really do come from a musical family, on Dad's side of things. My grandmother was a champion yodeler, and most of that family have been in the church choir at varying points. Even my dad, who barely talks, will hum when he's in a good mood. It's actually one of the few ways you can really tell what his moods are; his face is not particularly expressive. Everyone on that side will have a radio on quietly in the background, or will hum tunes, or will sing when they're happy. I sing when I'm happy. Sunday I worked and then went to the pond behind the library and married T- and Z- to each other in a small, happy ceremony. There was pizza and celebrating at their house after, where I met Z's brother and his fiance, and T's bestie whom I had met before, but briefly. (Note to self: buy Cards Against Humanity for them for Xmas) I also have new plans to help educate some people. YAY Continuing Education Society!