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Something about the amount of heat in zobar's apartment has been giving us both really odd dreams. The landlord turned the heat on last week-- a week ago, i think-- and ever since it's been really too hot in here in the mornings and evenings.
This morning I was having a very involved dream and I don't remember it at all. Then Zobar woke up, and left for work, and I woke up and bade him farewell, and sat up for a few minutes, pondered what to do, and fell over and asleep again. My dream digressed into a sort of daydream, and then returned me to dreamworld. Of which i remember very little, but I woke deep in thought about my horses.
( a long involved story of the horses we used to keep )
Very weird to think of that now.
Anyhow.
The weekend was pleasant... didn't do much on Saturday, spent saturday night playing online, and updating stuff on the network (my website got deleted by accident, but i put it back up, and now i don't have to FTP anymore). We were going through the entire Penny Arcade archive when Zobar decided it was bedtime.
We then spent Sunday in The City, looking for a jacket for Zobar. He needs a new fall/spring jacket, as his old one is now indeed antique and ratty. We found nothing. We went to Old Navy and H&M and Macy's and Gap and... there was another place but I don't remember... and in none of those places did we find anything that even almost fit him. See... his pants size is 29 x 36. His shirt size... well, a medium is rather too big around for him, but the sleeves are of course only about 3/4 length. So he usually wears a large, so the sleeves will be a little bit short but the body far too huge. He just can't understand how these garments actually fit people.
I found a sweater in H&M that fit him beautifully, but he was distinctly uncomfortable-- it was kind of stretchy, and so it actually fit him around the body, more or less, while the sleeves were long enough. He didn't like it "clinging to him" like that, though I found it highly pleasing to the eye. Dude, I'm sorry, I just think he's attractive. Sheesh. But he refused to even consider it, even though the only sweaters he owns are these huge wool monstrosities with patterns in purple and red. Come on, he could wear a nice sweater like this to work... sheesh, i should get it for him for his birthday or something. But... he'd never wear it, so what's the point? Sigh.
Then we went to a pub for dinner, which was quite nice. We came back here at like 8:30/9:00, so the PATH wasn't too too crowded-- convenient, being able to get off at Hoboken, when it's going to go to Hoboken and sit there for 30 minutes anyhow with the doors open so the unventilated air can fail entirely to circulate, but freely-- eugh. The PATH is so obnoxious. I like that the Light Rail goes all the way through. It's expanding, too. That's nice. But the top speeds, the entire way from Newport to Hoboken, are like 5 mph. It's a beautiful system, but the speed limits are so low for its entire length that it's entirely pointless. A bus might get you there faster, even with traffic. But... at least the Light Rail is clean, ventilated, and usually not too crowded. And doesn't give me motion sickness, like buses do.
So anyhow... it was a nice enough weekend, if uneventful, and I'm managing to stave off a growing feeling of pointlessness in my life.
This morning I was having a very involved dream and I don't remember it at all. Then Zobar woke up, and left for work, and I woke up and bade him farewell, and sat up for a few minutes, pondered what to do, and fell over and asleep again. My dream digressed into a sort of daydream, and then returned me to dreamworld. Of which i remember very little, but I woke deep in thought about my horses.
( a long involved story of the horses we used to keep )
Very weird to think of that now.
Anyhow.
The weekend was pleasant... didn't do much on Saturday, spent saturday night playing online, and updating stuff on the network (my website got deleted by accident, but i put it back up, and now i don't have to FTP anymore). We were going through the entire Penny Arcade archive when Zobar decided it was bedtime.
We then spent Sunday in The City, looking for a jacket for Zobar. He needs a new fall/spring jacket, as his old one is now indeed antique and ratty. We found nothing. We went to Old Navy and H&M and Macy's and Gap and... there was another place but I don't remember... and in none of those places did we find anything that even almost fit him. See... his pants size is 29 x 36. His shirt size... well, a medium is rather too big around for him, but the sleeves are of course only about 3/4 length. So he usually wears a large, so the sleeves will be a little bit short but the body far too huge. He just can't understand how these garments actually fit people.
I found a sweater in H&M that fit him beautifully, but he was distinctly uncomfortable-- it was kind of stretchy, and so it actually fit him around the body, more or less, while the sleeves were long enough. He didn't like it "clinging to him" like that, though I found it highly pleasing to the eye. Dude, I'm sorry, I just think he's attractive. Sheesh. But he refused to even consider it, even though the only sweaters he owns are these huge wool monstrosities with patterns in purple and red. Come on, he could wear a nice sweater like this to work... sheesh, i should get it for him for his birthday or something. But... he'd never wear it, so what's the point? Sigh.
Then we went to a pub for dinner, which was quite nice. We came back here at like 8:30/9:00, so the PATH wasn't too too crowded-- convenient, being able to get off at Hoboken, when it's going to go to Hoboken and sit there for 30 minutes anyhow with the doors open so the unventilated air can fail entirely to circulate, but freely-- eugh. The PATH is so obnoxious. I like that the Light Rail goes all the way through. It's expanding, too. That's nice. But the top speeds, the entire way from Newport to Hoboken, are like 5 mph. It's a beautiful system, but the speed limits are so low for its entire length that it's entirely pointless. A bus might get you there faster, even with traffic. But... at least the Light Rail is clean, ventilated, and usually not too crowded. And doesn't give me motion sickness, like buses do.
So anyhow... it was a nice enough weekend, if uneventful, and I'm managing to stave off a growing feeling of pointlessness in my life.
