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Feb. 3rd, 2002 11:13 amI frustrated myself badly this morning because I was expecting Ray to come for Rosa since 9:30. He arrived at 10:20. His normal time, after attending 9 am mass. If I'd known, or remembered, I'd have done things differently this morning: Rosa wanted to go outside and play, and I kept refusing, thinking there wasn't time. In the end, we did go outside, just before Ray arrived, but we could have gone all the way to play at the playground and been back, if I'd been thinking straight.
And my glasses broke for good. One of the lenses has popped out repeatedly, but today the screw pulled apart and the frame is bent. I have to buy new glasses ::sigh:: even though I wear contacts much of the time, I can't live without a pair of glasses as a backup, or to use when my eyes are tired.
In a short while I've got to go over and do some more work on my house. Jen is going to come and help me; I'm not sure yet what we'll do, but it will be wonderful to have company--and just to see her: it's been several weeks since we've been able to get together.
Ray's goofy. He asked me if I was upset about something, told me off for being grumpy when he was in a good mood. But other than the surface frustration, I'm in a spectacularly good mood. Not quite as bouncy as I was last night, but all the same, very happy. It feels good, glowy and floaty and smiley.
And my glasses broke for good. One of the lenses has popped out repeatedly, but today the screw pulled apart and the frame is bent. I have to buy new glasses ::sigh:: even though I wear contacts much of the time, I can't live without a pair of glasses as a backup, or to use when my eyes are tired.
In a short while I've got to go over and do some more work on my house. Jen is going to come and help me; I'm not sure yet what we'll do, but it will be wonderful to have company--and just to see her: it's been several weeks since we've been able to get together.
Ray's goofy. He asked me if I was upset about something, told me off for being grumpy when he was in a good mood. But other than the surface frustration, I'm in a spectacularly good mood. Not quite as bouncy as I was last night, but all the same, very happy. It feels good, glowy and floaty and smiley.
