fnurgh.

I don't know why having my parents here is more difficult than having any two other houseguests on the planet (including my brother and sister-in-law, so it's not just a Relations issue), but it is. Not bad! But always a bit of a challenge.

I shall be mostly offline for the weekend. Carry on.

saturday

Slowish morning -- is there anyone here who knows my mother?, and is therefore in a position to be astonished that it takes her at least twice, probably more like three times, as long as it takes me to get ready to leave the house in the morning? Honest to god, if there's anyone who thinks my morning routine is slow, reflect that it's all about the snooze alarm and general sluggishness, but that I do very little with my hair (I don't even blow dry) and wear almost no makeup. But this woman is crazy this way, and if you knew her, you'd agree even more, because in most other respects she is among the most rational people I know. Last night I suggested she was a victim of her early environment, and she more or less agreed; growing up in the 50's and being a teenager in the early 60's (way before they were The Sixties, I mean), with the sleeping on rollers and all that, it did a number on my mother's subconscious.

Anyway. Slowish morning, but then we got out of the house, found my parents some new dining furniture at IKEA, which they did not buy but are having delivered (there were fitting-in-the-car concerns, not to mention potential-injuries-to-self concerns), thence to the mall where among other things I exchanged the Dress of the Rising Sun for a better size. (Note to those who advised on this: turns out the nonexistent in-between size is unnecessary. w00t!) Dinner, home, the "Putting it Together" Sondheim revue with Carol Burnett, George Hearn, Ruthie Henshall, John Barrowman, and Bronson Pinchot on the VCR (my folks hadn't ever seen it; they have a recording with Julie Andrews and some other people who are not George Hearn et al., and I was frankly horrified, because even if the rest are v.g., and as good as Julie Andrews is, Julie Andrews ≠ Carol Burnett and that's all there is to that), progress on the sock, everyone's off to bed, concert tomorrow.

Oh! And it turns out that a necklace I already have -- a choker, many strands of black Venetian glass beads -- looks pretty good with the Dress, so pending others' approval I may have that sorted. Against the day I will actually need it. :-) Just the earrings and the shoes, then.