male solidarity

I was talking with some guys in Barnes&Noble, asking them if G. really needed a miter saw (he's had his eyes on it for some time) if he already has a perfectly good regular saw." Ohhh.... a miter saw... yeah... *everybody* needs at least one!"

Delia

P.S. asked G. if there was any point in having more than one -->'not really...' but he was thrilled to have such unconditional support from some guys he's never met... (and I learned something about male solidarity) D.

G. getting an enthusiastic thumbs up!

(from Target employee after having walked in on us making out in a deserted isle) good! you never know how these things turn out... D

stubbed my toe

G: "ohhh, does it really hurt that bad? (...) may be I should give you something else to moan about? " how considerate... (nothing like getting distracted when you are in pain...) D.

Albertine rose: the antique rose that thrives on neglect?

(it's supposed to do fabulously on abandoned property) I hope so! (because it's all mine to take care of... )

Delia

P.S. G. wanted Azaleas up front but I didn't (the flowers only last two weeks or so and are *not* fragrant -- a deal breaker for me) D.

Ravel's Bolero: my secret is out...

I've always thought it depicted unrelenting sex but kept it as a secret -- I don't know what made me think I would be the only one who would think that (an Ovation tv program this morning called it pretty much the same thing)

Delia

P.S. most romantic piece of music, according to me, is the 18th variation of Rachmaninoff's Symphony on a theme of Paganini D.

no compassion for the grandfather clock

I really want one! -- I think it gives soul to a living area but G.'s adamantly against it: "antiquated technology!" I don't want it for the technology, I want it for the atmosphere... I've been eying one with Westminster chimes and thinking I could just close my eyes and imagine I'm in front of the British Parliament --> G.'s been proposing to strip the sound of Big Ben from our vacation video and set it in an endless loop for me... "then you can put your feet up with a nice cup of tea and... knock yourself out listening to that silly thing!" somehow, that's not what I had in mind... so I wondered aloud what would happen if one day when G. got home, it would just be there :)... G.: "if I hear a peep out of it... it goes in the fireplace!" D.: :(

P.S. I like the tic-tac, tic-tac sound... it's like a heart beat ; G. just finds it enervating... D.

water fight!

ended up pouring my glass of cranberry juice down G.'s head... -- just didn't know how else to drive it home that I was *serious*!

I really need him to stop "fixing" all sort of "problems" that are really no problem for me... No! I do not need my desk cleared up... (I never know where to find things after he "tidies up"...) No! I do not need my email account organized... (I like it as simple as possible so I can easily find stuff I need and ignore the rest) etc.

Delia

P.S. anyways, it turned into a monster hilarious water fight, backing each other into pretty much each and every tiled area of the house (where we could pour water on each other without damaging anything) and laughing like we haven't done it in a long time... we ended-up in the bath tub... together... D.