March 19th, 2006

hermione by oatmilk

weekend update

RA is going to be in Puerto Rico this week, so I stayed a bit late on Friday making sure I knew everything I needed to about anything I would have to deal with this coming week.

Then I went and met Cat at Harvard.  She had bought flowers for my family (‘cause we're hosting her for much of Break) so yeah, we walked through the Yard holding hands and flowers :)

After dinner we totally mainlined S1 CSI.  I started dozing off during the end of the penultimate episode on the 3rd disc but figured I'd finish the disc and then go to bed.  Um, I definitely slept through the middle half-hour or so of that last episode.  So we went to bed around 7am.  And then around 12:30 I woke up and was ready to get up.  What's up with that?  Cat was already up, but she at least had slept until 11 on Friday; I sure hadn't gotten any particular extra sleep recently.

So after we had food and I had a shower we recommenced mainlining (beginning with the episode I slept through, of course), breaking for dinner and that was about it.  Finished S1, including the (minimal) Special Features, and then went to bed ~3am.  17hrs5min, baby.  [Individual episode writeups coming, eventually.]

I woke up a couple times and did actually consider going to church, but I didn't haul myself out of bed until around 12.

Cat and I took the train in to Boston and L. (one of the uber-chatty library patrons) was sitting in front of us but actually only talked to me a little bit; I was shocked.  St. Patrick's Day parade today, who knew?  So there were definitely crazy teenage type people on the train, but not too bad.

I checked out the apartment.  I like it a lot.  I'm not certain I'll get it -- the woman's 28 and seemed a bit hesitant about the fact that I haven't really done the apartment living with other people thing before, but for the most part I think we'd be a good fit as housemates.  We shall see.  (And zomg, April 1st move-in?  I already have social plans for various times in April.  Crazy to think I might be living in an apartment in the city that soon. And also the idea that I'd be switching churches before Easter -- though of course I could always come home for stuff.)  For my reference: Walking easily, it takes 15 minutes to get from the apartment to Memorial Hall -- of course, then it takes another like 5 minutes to get through the Yard to the T station.

When I got back to South Station the parade was over, so of course there were more crazy people on the train home.  I actually moved one car down because I didn't wanna put up with one batch.  One of whom actually got kicked off the train right when it was gonna leave.  The conductor just told him to get off.  I almost wished I'd stayed ‘cause I was curious as to why he got kicked off.

Okay, bedtime now.  Will catch up on flist and comments tomorrow.
books and heart

[Lent: day 19/40]

What Are the Days?
-Colette Inez

They are pilferers
stealing our resolve,
Thomas broods aloud.

Or stones
to use for good or ill,
says James sitting
on a rock with Peter.

Soon, Jesus
comes along saying:
all days are our brothers.

Aren't days fish
swimming to shore?
asks Simon, the fisherman
mending his nets.

They are coins to hoard
or to spend, Judas frowns,
and looks at his palms.

Twaddle, says Martha
running to fix supper.
You talkers, get me a hen,
get me an egg.

I bet you think
all the days are women
pouring wine and honey.

They are what they are,
says the hammerer of nails,
securing thieves
and Jesus to the cross,
nothing more.

from Sweet Jesus: Poems About the Ultimate Icon (ed. Nick Carbó and Denise Duhamel) p. 117-8.

sangerin mentioned recently how, "Technically, Sundays aren't part of Lent, and therefore are a break from whatever Lenten Discipline one has decided to follow."  While part of me validates and can even theoretically get behind the idea of Feast Days during Desert Days, this has also always disconcerted me.  However, it occurs to me that this means I'm gonna hit "40/40" when Holy Week starts.  I could just call it quits at that point, but there are poems I've already selected for wanting to use at the end of Holy Week.  Sigh.