September 14th, 2004
Well, the evening had been nice. Had a nice sandwich and some nice tea and a nice walk in the park by Powderhouse Square, which I hadn't seen much of before. I liked the bronzed pickle bottles mounted on the rocks.
Then two and a half hours happened and I am walking home. That's all.
At least I have become a bit more aware of my strengths and weaknesses and that, one presumes, is for the best.
|Date:||September 14th, 2004 08:19 pm (UTC)|| |
Pickles make you aware of your strength?
Don't they for everybody?
|Date:||September 15th, 2004 04:42 am (UTC)|| |
Ouch. That bad?
No, it wasn't bad. If it had been bad, there'd more than likely have been an entertaining story to go with it. I was just unsatisfied with how I worked my way around the dialogue. Some cold readings are great fun and a snap, others, well, leave me cold.
that little park is amazingly nice given that it's right on the intersection of two relatively large streets. you get up that hill and you can barely hear the traffic. lovely trees, too.
the pickle jars caught my eye the other day too. have they always been there?
You were awesome last night. :-)