Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Did not make it to SCA classes Saturday. Did not make it to bandmates' Oktoberfest party Sunday. Did not manage to do much. Did make it to Bowie to visit my mother and my youngest brother, though halfway there I started feeling like maybe being in a car wasn't the best idea for the moment (I was feeling better than that for the drive home, fortunately). Still have not gotten around to writing up last weekend (if I mention that aloud enough times maybe I'll actually wind up doing it), so here are disjointed observations instead:

Seven-Eleven has cream cheese; Wawa has cheddar; neither has Prilosec. :-(

I finally found out which exit to take to get to the Wawa with the big sign advertising what is usually the cheapest gasoline price around, off of I-97. Unfortunately I didn't fill up a week or ten days ago, before the prices got so [expletive] high that even the cheap gas is wince-worthy.

Being a vegetarian means never having to deal with prying open clams or oysters (actually I didn't eat either of those before I went veg either (but I did have to dissect a clam in high school), nonetheless, there are still Pistachio nuts to provide a similar challenge/frustration. (Okay, most open easily (and you're not fighting that impressive clam hinge muscle); but it's the really stubborn ones that you remember.)

Mom has started buying this fancy, not-from-concentrate orange juice that comes in a special bottle that tries to look like a classy carafe instead of a plastic jug or cardboard carton (it's still got a plastic screw-top though). It's stuff I wouldn't normally even think about, but I have to admit it's tasty. Then on the way home I got some really cheap generic orange juice because I had run out of concentrate at home. It tastes much better when the memory of Mom's expensive juice isn't quite so fresh. Oh well. (It'll taste normal to me again by morning.)

I'm fussier than many people I know regarding milk that's just a wee bit past its best condition, but my cat is considerably more fussy about milk than I am. I just finished off the jug of milk in the fridge and thought to treat her with a tiny bit of it. Perrine got all excited at the idea, but rejected it after a sniff. A few days ago she was quite enthusiastic about consuming a similar treat from the same jug, as is usual for her. (But anniemal said Perrine was uninterested in milk while at her house.)

Shortly after I got home, Perrine indicated that she wanted to play. She wanted to play "chase". My leg hurts too much. I got her to play "catch the airborne toy" instead. She was quite enthusiastic about that until the toy landed near a box my brother had given me (yard-sale booty -- he's got major tag-fu). The context-shift was so sudden that it almost seemed as though she had to time-travel back a few seconds to change her focus so fast: the box has the scent of two small dogs on it. *sniff*sniff*sniff* She has met these dogs, but only briefly (that is, not long enough to either make friends or assert dominance over them.

Converseation with Mom after watching British shows on PBS led to wondering why MPT hasn't brought back Butterflies. Some of the Britcoms they do show, they've cycled through the complete set of episodes a few times, and while those are in fact good enough to bear re-watching, I do wonder why some fun shows we haven't seen in a long time are being ignored. (That, and I haven't seen every episode of Butterflies yet, so an end-to-end run of it would let me fill in the gaps. Also, how many years after the UK audience sees a show do we get to see it in the US? My Hero is on what, season, uh, four? Five? How long before we can see the rest of season two here? (I saw two episodes of the second season on MPT, I got psyched up for seeing more, and them *poof* it was gone again. Urk?)

(Also, what's up with BBC shows having six- or seven-episode seasons? Is that just how it's done over there, or only for the shows I've gotten around to looking up episode guides for?)

And with that, I think it's time for bed.