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Jan. 12th, 2008 10:08 pmSo. Saw the boy off today. That was... I don't think it's hit me yet? Not entirely. There have been moments. But it will, and I am NOT looking forward to that.
The good stuff now, to keep in mind for the future. Firstly along the boy line is that he misses me too, and he's looking into ways to come down so we can settle into an apartment. Which isn't the best idea when he doesn't have a job lined up, but so far 90% of the jobs want you to start NOW. Which he can't do from up there, can't interview on Friday and go to work on Monday. So, need a place down here. And since we've discovered that I can take the bus to or from home to downtown in addition to carpooling with either Aunt E or the Elf Lord (biking would be long and cold right now and some of the streets are not exactly bike friendly and I haven't yet sniffed out a bike friendly route. But I may try.) that leaves him free to take the car to whatever job he might find.
I miss him. And he says he wants to be with me, and that is happy. But the not having him here, that is not happy at all.
But, the happy. We walked around downtown today, found a nice little bistro that's slightly pricy but not completely ridiculous. Not really 'lunch every day' prices but still good. The music store is still where I remember, the drug store is still where I remember, the new bookstore (Malaprops) is now also an internet cafe. I foresee me spending a lot of time there in November, as it has wifi. There may be Nano. And the used bookstore is apparently still there but we didn't get around to it. I got a library card! Although apparently they know Aunt E by sight there so she doesn't even have to take hers out, they see her coming and pull up her info. This amuses me.
It also amuses me because I went around, talked to some people, bought a pair of gloves because my soft ones are all packed, and every time it got out that I was moving down here and working downtown they're all 'oh, where?' and I'm all 'oh, there' and they're all 'Ohyeah! I know that place.' It's really kind of hilarious. Small downtown.
We came home early 'cause I was coming home with Aunt E, stopped by the grocery store. We got some Jag-food and some Elf Lord-food. Because I refuse to eat grits or oatmeal for breakfast. If I was supposed to eat grits or oatmeal as a meal I'd be a horse. So we came home and the Elf Lord had made pea soup and I was kind of apprehensive because all I knew was tinned pea soup, which is generally blah. But it was actually more like a thick veggie soup with a pea base. So that was tasty. And then I did my dancing exercises for the first time in an age. I put on some Finnish music I have which people seemed to like, and I think that if maybe I do my dancing exercises I can have a tacit agreement that my aunt will do her PT exercises. At least I think that's what they are. So, yay.
And then after dinner and after everyone phoned and everything, the Elf Lord and I broke out the guitars and I started relearning guitar. Apparently I'm going to be learning a chord a day, or a chord every 4 days, or something like that. It has been so very long since I've picked up a guitar but, surprisingly, I was able to fall back into it pretty easily. We played one of those simple baby songs with 2 chords that you start out with, and then the Elf Lord played some sort of gospel thing that I forget the name of now and we all sang along. Apparently there's also a group of what he calls "living room musicians" (people who aren't professional, may or may not be that good depending on the individual in the group, but collectively they please the ear and they enjoy what they do and play it largely out of their living rooms) who go and play at the local Farmer's market on a Saturday, so apparently we're going to go play/sing/hang out with them some day soon. And this... well, this is why I love Asheville. I grew up in a family of musicians, performers, and all around nutjobs in that way. And I missed it.
Anyway. And now I have had an excess of gingersnaps and talked to the boy online and on the phone and we listened to some old Woody Guthrie records and now it is time for bed. Goodnight, Moon.
The good stuff now, to keep in mind for the future. Firstly along the boy line is that he misses me too, and he's looking into ways to come down so we can settle into an apartment. Which isn't the best idea when he doesn't have a job lined up, but so far 90% of the jobs want you to start NOW. Which he can't do from up there, can't interview on Friday and go to work on Monday. So, need a place down here. And since we've discovered that I can take the bus to or from home to downtown in addition to carpooling with either Aunt E or the Elf Lord (biking would be long and cold right now and some of the streets are not exactly bike friendly and I haven't yet sniffed out a bike friendly route. But I may try.) that leaves him free to take the car to whatever job he might find.
I miss him. And he says he wants to be with me, and that is happy. But the not having him here, that is not happy at all.
But, the happy. We walked around downtown today, found a nice little bistro that's slightly pricy but not completely ridiculous. Not really 'lunch every day' prices but still good. The music store is still where I remember, the drug store is still where I remember, the new bookstore (Malaprops) is now also an internet cafe. I foresee me spending a lot of time there in November, as it has wifi. There may be Nano. And the used bookstore is apparently still there but we didn't get around to it. I got a library card! Although apparently they know Aunt E by sight there so she doesn't even have to take hers out, they see her coming and pull up her info. This amuses me.
It also amuses me because I went around, talked to some people, bought a pair of gloves because my soft ones are all packed, and every time it got out that I was moving down here and working downtown they're all 'oh, where?' and I'm all 'oh, there' and they're all 'Ohyeah! I know that place.' It's really kind of hilarious. Small downtown.
We came home early 'cause I was coming home with Aunt E, stopped by the grocery store. We got some Jag-food and some Elf Lord-food. Because I refuse to eat grits or oatmeal for breakfast. If I was supposed to eat grits or oatmeal as a meal I'd be a horse. So we came home and the Elf Lord had made pea soup and I was kind of apprehensive because all I knew was tinned pea soup, which is generally blah. But it was actually more like a thick veggie soup with a pea base. So that was tasty. And then I did my dancing exercises for the first time in an age. I put on some Finnish music I have which people seemed to like, and I think that if maybe I do my dancing exercises I can have a tacit agreement that my aunt will do her PT exercises. At least I think that's what they are. So, yay.
And then after dinner and after everyone phoned and everything, the Elf Lord and I broke out the guitars and I started relearning guitar. Apparently I'm going to be learning a chord a day, or a chord every 4 days, or something like that. It has been so very long since I've picked up a guitar but, surprisingly, I was able to fall back into it pretty easily. We played one of those simple baby songs with 2 chords that you start out with, and then the Elf Lord played some sort of gospel thing that I forget the name of now and we all sang along. Apparently there's also a group of what he calls "living room musicians" (people who aren't professional, may or may not be that good depending on the individual in the group, but collectively they please the ear and they enjoy what they do and play it largely out of their living rooms) who go and play at the local Farmer's market on a Saturday, so apparently we're going to go play/sing/hang out with them some day soon. And this... well, this is why I love Asheville. I grew up in a family of musicians, performers, and all around nutjobs in that way. And I missed it.
Anyway. And now I have had an excess of gingersnaps and talked to the boy online and on the phone and we listened to some old Woody Guthrie records and now it is time for bed. Goodnight, Moon.