Sherbert's Unfinished Entry
July 22
[I wrote this on Sunday morning, thinking I'd come back to it and write more, but I didn't, so here it is, on Monday night.]
Good morning, assorted sunshines.
It's been a generally nice weekend. I got paid last week, so I'm living in that brief elysian bubble of wealth, in which I can buy things I want as well as pay for things I need -- really a lovely place to be, but oh-so-temporary.
Tracking back: Friday was nice. Heather and I hung out at home, had pizza, watched television, and frolicked the night away. Yesterday morning I read slush and broke some hearts and made some people happy, and made myself happy, because I got a couple of really outstanding poems. In the afternoon I went bookstoring, which I haven't done properly in a while. I hit the shops on Telegraph, the comic shop on University Ave., and then Other Change of Hobbit. I bought many wonderful things. I got The Best Short Stories of J.G. Ballard (not the big new Complete Stories, just an old paperback), because I've never read much Ballard (one attempt in high school to read The Atrocity Exhibition left me bored and irritated); in that same spirit I bought Vermillion Sands. I bought Ellison's Strange Wine because I've somehow never acquired a copy of my own, and it has some of my favorites of his stories; Pratchett's The Truth because I've not read it, and it was available cheap and used; The Animals in That Country by Margaret Atwood, which is rather hard to find, and a marvelous volume (especially "Backdrop Addresses Cowboy", which I wish I could use in its entirety as the epigraph for Rangergirl, because it's that appropriate); The first (little) volume of Transmetropolitan,which I've been meaning to read since it was first recommended to me at Clarion (and which I read yesterday evening -- yum! Must buy the next); Strange Trades by Paul di Filippo because I like "Karuna, Inc." so much, and have heard marvelous things about the other tales therein (last night I read "Spondulix"; lovely); and, finally but not by any means leastly, An Encyclopedia of Fairies by Katharine Briggs, which is simply the reference book for the fairies of the British Isles and environs (the shop had a hardcover in lovely shape, but I bowed to thrift and bought the paperback of the same edition for $12 less). I am so deliciously bebooked!
Last night Heather and I had our date night, a rather more lavish one than usual. We met in a coffee shop, read and worked for a bit, then had dinner, and then went to the Berkeley Rep to see a play. I haven't seen an actual play since college! We saw Cloud 9, which was pretty good. I had fun. The Berkeley Rep is normally far out of our price range, but they semi-secretly offered half-price tickets for some shows, which put them only slightly out of our price range, so we decided to go. I'm glad we did... wish we were rich enough to do it more often, and to not have to sit in the nosebleed section.
I have grand plans to do all sorts of mad things today -- write fiction, finish reading Breed and write a review thereof, go grocery shopping, go to the gym. We'll see which of them, if any, I accomplish. I'll check back in here later.
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