Meine wunderbare Leben
Sometimes things just come together and the most unlikey of situations work out beautifully. In spite of many missteps and false starts, that's exactly how my week ended. I know I've done my share of moaning and groaning, but life is good. For now, anyway.
Saturday, really, was the loveliest of days, despite the chill. Only, I fear it didn't start out that way.
I woke up late because I'd stayed at James's pub past midnight so that I could be the first person to wish him a happy birthday. Silly, yes. But I didn't want one of his customers to beat me to it. (And love makes us do silly things, nicht wahr?)
So, even though I started to leave soon after delivering my good wishes, James and a handful of customers convinced me to stay for just one more game of darts and for a half pint, and by the time I left nearly two hours later than I'd intended, I was full of good cheer and my hands were full of a gift (another vintage typewriter!) from James. (Yes, I did feel strange accepting a gift on his birthday, but I couldn't say "no" could I?)
Back to Saturday, though.
I didn't wake up until almost 8:30 a.m. -- which isn't bad, considering I'd fallen into bed just 5.5 hours before. But I had a few dozen things I'd wanted to get done before my first class in American Sign Language(!)which started at 10:30.
And since I'm not much of a drinker, I was really feeling the effects of the 2.5 pints of scrumdilicious Bellhaven I'd put away.
Which meant I needed at least an hour in the tub to recover. Still, not bad, as the class was being held in a branch of the library only a fifteen or twenty minute walk (I figured) from my apartment. So, I got in the tub.
I hadn't figured on Lamplighter drawing me in, hangover or no.
Long story short, by the time I forced myself to close the pages of the gazillion-pound review copy, the clock next to my tub was glaring 10:11.
I was soaking wet, outside temperatures were reading 14oF (-10oC), and wind gusts up to 25 mph making things feel worse. There was no way I was making it to class on time.
To be continued.
Saturday, really, was the loveliest of days, despite the chill. Only, I fear it didn't start out that way.
I woke up late because I'd stayed at James's pub past midnight so that I could be the first person to wish him a happy birthday. Silly, yes. But I didn't want one of his customers to beat me to it. (And love makes us do silly things, nicht wahr?)
So, even though I started to leave soon after delivering my good wishes, James and a handful of customers convinced me to stay for just one more game of darts and for a half pint, and by the time I left nearly two hours later than I'd intended, I was full of good cheer and my hands were full of a gift (another vintage typewriter!) from James. (Yes, I did feel strange accepting a gift on his birthday, but I couldn't say "no" could I?)
Back to Saturday, though.
I didn't wake up until almost 8:30 a.m. -- which isn't bad, considering I'd fallen into bed just 5.5 hours before. But I had a few dozen things I'd wanted to get done before my first class in American Sign Language(!)which started at 10:30.
And since I'm not much of a drinker, I was really feeling the effects of the 2.5 pints of scrumdilicious Bellhaven I'd put away.
Which meant I needed at least an hour in the tub to recover. Still, not bad, as the class was being held in a branch of the library only a fifteen or twenty minute walk (I figured) from my apartment. So, I got in the tub.
I hadn't figured on Lamplighter drawing me in, hangover or no.
Long story short, by the time I forced myself to close the pages of the gazillion-pound review copy, the clock next to my tub was glaring 10:11.
I was soaking wet, outside temperatures were reading 14oF (-10oC), and wind gusts up to 25 mph making things feel worse. There was no way I was making it to class on time.
To be continued.
posted by Tea Oli at 9:10 AM
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