ACCOZZAGLIA

which has nothing to do with what’s on my mind, except to say that, hi, it’s Thanksgiving weekend, and i spoke to a friend last night who helped prepare and bake six homemade pies (including one derby pie, which was new to my ears) for an early Saturday Thanksgiving dinner someplace several hours north of TO. i’m guessing past Sudbury or up by the Ottawa River valley. just a wild guess. said friend is a sweet soul.

and actually, for as not-cold as it gets here in this so-called evergreen hollow, it’s actually wet and nippy this morning for a change, and the deciduous trees are alight in colours other than green. indeed, it’s cool enough for the sealed gas fireplace (which is actually the primary heat source of this apartment) to be running pretty much non-stop since i woke up nearly an hour ago.

sparkle_vixen is showering at the moment, disgusted with me again. this time, it was a result of her not hearing me on Thursday when i alerted her to a self-defence class that i was taking from one to four this afternoon in Capitol Hill. her interest in hearing this, of course, was that i needed her to drop me off at the Everett Station for catching the bus to Seattle, since on the weekends, the bus that covers the route in front of my apartment doesn’t even run.

while i expressly indicated to her that i would need a lift to the station (about ten minutes away) and a pick-up later, she seemed unfazed, given that i told her just after she got home from being gone window shopping all afternoon and most of the evening Thursday.

unfortunately, this morning, there was a disagreement as to whether she heard me or not, or in her perspective, that i even said anything about it at all. while i know i did, she attests otherwise, and now, despite planning to spend the whole day at home, cleaning the house, decompressing from a week of Boeing and chilling in front of the PlayStation 2, she took great frustration in acknowledging that she was to take me to the station in, oh, about 60 minutes.

so, i gave her a choice: she can take me to the station or not. if not, then i can walk uphill 2.5 miles to catch a main street connector to the Station and then catch my needed bus, which would have mandated that i immediately take a quick shower, throw on some clothes and leave here by 9:45, i’m guessing.

however, she opted to jump in the shower, grumbling and voicing her frustration in swearing that i didn’t tell her this on Thursday. this was her decision. though she alleged that she didn’t have a choice, she most certainly did. i was (and still am) willing to hike it to the station in the wet rain. i do keep an umbrella handy in my purse at all times, even though it was last used in, oh, April.

i’m going to let the incident go. it’s not my problem.

also, under penalty of death, i am under strict orders by shimmerydeath to stop by the Apple Store in University Village before heading home so i can get my mug taken with new haircut, which is actually less than gleaming-new, now at almost two weeks old. i gave her the choice of whether i should let it be curly naturally, making me look like i have Jane Wiedlin’s haircut from 1985, or go for straight, held back in clips, making me look like a subdued, but darling librarian at the age of, oh, 28. she wants the Wiedlin look.

anyhow. such attendant triviality on my LJ is pretty uncommon these days. wohali is teaching me to make decisions in my life which make me happy. i’m starting gingerly and with trepidation, because this is an especially foreign concept to me. i know how to help others, but i’ve done pretty badly at helping myself for a long time now. one day at a time, i guess.

and to wohali, janelleovl, trieahouse and svairini, i love you.