Dear Diary . . . day by day

Sunday, September 2nd, 2001 - Happy Birthday Holly!

Congrats on reaching a quarter of a century to my little sister! I wrote her a poem, but I'll have to wait to post it here, just in case Holly reads this page today (doubt it; she's got better things to do). Happy Birthday to my best friend in the world, my little sister soul-mate.
Speaking of wonderful soul-mates in my life (jeez, my life is rich these days in beautiful people!), have I mentioned lately how wonderful Tim is? Friday he came home late from work. I was getting a little annoyed, as I worry too much and he didn't call until a half an hour after he was due home. I could tell from the bus noises in the background that he wasn't still "working late at work". But, I do trust Tim not to lie to me (I mean, any affairs he wants to have he can tell me about, so I knew it wasn't that); I could just tell something was up.
So, my beautiful live-in boyfriend comes home 20 minutes later with a vanilla blended latte and a gorgeous bouquet of blue and yellow flowers!
It's been awhile since anyone brought me flowers for no big reason. I was thrilled beyond reason, cooing over the lovely lilies and gazing into the blue eyes of my love. The rest of the weekend has continued in this fashion, with moments where I just have to stop and look at Tim and count my blessings. Last night he snuggled under the blankets and I swear I've never seen anything cuter in my life. It may be work weekend, but we've been so tender and loving that it feels almost like the beginning of a relationship.
I did hang out with Susan yesterday (yet another beautiful person in my lucky life these days) and during part of our conversation I marvelled over having a boyfriend. I'm used to being the single girl, the one who hangs out with couples and dates occasionally but hasn't had a steady boyfriend in years. It's very weird to be the one with a boyfriend; I love it, but it's a role I'm still getting used to.
It's funny, however, how I can commiserate with her about recent breakups; my estrangement from my old friend feels like a recent breakup, and we have surprisingly similar feelings about some things. It helps, of course, that I just like Susan and would have things in common with her even if parts of our life didn't seem parallel in some ways.
Anyway, we hung out, winced as the window repairman made glass breaking noises in her kitchen and fled to Michael's as soon as he was done. She bought yarn for knitting and I bought more glass painting supplies (after discovering that opaque colors aren't the look I was going for). I love having a friend who understands, who shares my crafty inclinations; it's something Tim just doesn't get into, I'm afraid.
Back to Tim, and a dinner of yummy sandwiches from A.G. Ferrari and a good movie on video ("Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead", a surprisingly good gangster movied; we've been on this gangster kick lately). We both stayed up late, playing Diablo and shagging. Mmmm.
This morning (er, afternoon, by the time we awoke) I was going to cook breakfast for him but discovered that I had only one egg (thus nixing the idea of fancy scrambled eggs and halving the pancake recipe that calls for 2 eggs). Tim announced that our path was clear and took me out to Mama's (even though we had our Mama's brekkie the day before)! What a sweetheart!
Okay. So, now I'm home and procrastinating. I have to finish Holly's poem and start the Indy guide before our date tonight. And I should figure out something cheap to do on our date. Cheap and fun. So, have a lovely rest of your weekend and I'll chat with you all soon.

Exercise log:
Got into the gym on Friday! Stretched, lifted very light weights (which wasn't a good idea) and did 15 minutes on the precor (and my ankles are screaming). Yay me!
Writing log:
Wrote a poem for Holly that needs editing.
Current Publications:
San Francisco City Guide at EGrad.com. Please note that my original article was twice as long as this one, and I wasn't the one who did the editing. I've already sent in the correction on the date of the Mexican-American war in the first paragraph, which must've been a typo during the editing process as well.
Under the Daddy Tree an article on Nalo Hopkinson's Midnight Robber in Strange Horizons. Warning: If you haven't read the book, this article will spoil all the plot twists for you; so go buy her book and read it first!
I'm currently reading:
Expiration Date by Tim Powers
Rangergirl by Tim Pratt
Okay, so I'm just reading the very rough first draft of the chapters fresh off the 'puter, but damn, it's already good!
My new PO Box is:
Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222

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