weekend

[dragonlady7]

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well on saturday we went to ithaca, which was cool, and we looked at the farmer’s market, and i spent All The Moneys on weird shit for Christmas for my family, including $100 on non-archival art prints to give my niblings because I thought they’d rather like that, along with the money gift cards I’m gonna start giving them to support their crafting habits LOL.

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I bought myself a t-shirt out of the seconds bin too, it’ll need refashioning to actually fit but it was also cream-colored, and that awesome design only came on a cream-colored shirt, and I don’t really wear cream-colored clothing much since I am a Whole Disaster who can’t not wear her fucking food on her boob. (Left boob, always. IDK. Ruins every shirt. I should make myself a fucking bib.)

We met some friend-friends for lunch, and one of them excitedly pulled up the leg of her shorts when we asked for recommendations for which of Ithaca’s gorges we should look at for waterfalls. She had the Taughannock tattooed upon her thigh, and this seemed like a really cool way to be given a quest, so we decided to do that.

First we went and saw Buttermilk Falls, because that required no hiking. But then we went and saw the Taughannock Falls, because they’re fucking cool. And yes, it was– well the signs at the site say ¾ mile, but the online map says .96 miles, and it is in fact .96 miles. At least it’s mostly flat. And yeah it’s cool as hell once you get in there and can see the falls. Also there’s a lot of geology nerd shit on the informational placards so that’s fun.

[img desc: the main falls at Taughannock, which are rad as fuck. The land comes down in a V with a dramatically-cloudy sky above it, and at the bottom of the V, a narrow band of water falls like a veil for 215 feet to a rocky, shallow streambed littered with boulders and edged with greenery.]

I realized that at lunch I’d gotten too much sun, apparently– I broke out in hives on my arms, which hasn’t happened in years, and I can only think it was sun. I’m not sure, but. It was less itchy than it could’ve been but it wasn’t good.

Anyway.

We hiked back out, wearied, and got in the car and went back to the AirBNB, where I tried to rinse off whatever was giving me hives but the sad answer is that it’s my skin and there’s no cure for that. LOL.

We went the opposite direction for dinner, driving out to Corning instead, and unfortunatelyish, Corning was just finishing having some sort of street festival, which meant it was suddenly tricky to find parking and all the restaurants were busy. But we did find Thai food, which was lovely. I chickened out and got mild, which I never do, but I am delighted to report that their mild Panang curry was approximately like a medium here, instead of the flavorless thing I was worried it might be, so I enjoyed it greatly.

Then Sunday we packed up and left. I’m not great at AirBnB etiquette yet; I stripped the bed but left everything piled on it, so it’d be obvious what came from where, and then I collected all the bathroom and kitchen towels we’d used and threw them in the washer, since the washer that came with the place was the kind of fancy one that takes a fucking hour to do a simple load of laundry. I figured it’d be easy for the host to come by and put the towels in the dryer and be able to be confident they were clean, y’know? Better than having to either wait for a load to run there, or to take all the laundry back to some central location where she must just be doing laundry all the fucking time, and then haul the sheets back to the house. IDK how it would work. She did leave a good review afterward.

On the way home we drove through Letchworth, because if that ain’t waterfalls I dunno what is. Hilariously, we hadn’t realized that our visitor would be so interested in waterfalls specifically, and so this tour did not include a stop at Niagara, which is like. The Waterfall. But. Listen. We did our best. Next time.

Takeout pizza and wings for lunch, then I just had to hold the cat nonstop for the rest of the day. I got up early this morning for Visitor To Airport purposes, and Chita assumed I had arisen so early solely to Hold The Cat, so I did hold her for a solid fifteen minutes while she purred. All is right with the world, she thinks, except then I left and am now at work swearing at the 8mm machine. (Your picture was not posted)