Flowers for the God of Love
May. 7th, 2013 10:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisy'New shoes, Alicia!' said Angela, pointing at my feet.
'No, old ones,' I said, showing her where the suede has been scuffed away on the toes. 'Look, they've got mange.'
'Oh, Alicia,' she said, 'I'm going to miss your way with words.'
That's right, sad news: Angela and her husband are moving, so we've only got her special brand of... Angela-ness until June. How will we cope?
I went to get something off the printer this morning and found someone else's document waiting to be collected. It was huge, and the front page had just one sentence typed in the centre: What is This? I was tempted to flick through it, but I didn't want to spoil the mystery.
Here is a game, f-list. Imagine you are my mother. You come to my house for lunch while I'm at work. When I get home in the evening, I can follow your trail around the house. You put away the cup and plate I left drying on the sink (or, possibly, used them for your lunch, then put them away). You put some extra cat biscuits out, presumably because Percy was doing his Oscar-worthy starving cat act. And you went outside, unscrewed the head of the watering can and left it on the table, then you either took the watering can away with you or put it away so carefully that I can't find it. Why did you do that? Any guesses? (I will ask her when I see her this evening. I bet the explanation will be really boring.)
'No, old ones,' I said, showing her where the suede has been scuffed away on the toes. 'Look, they've got mange.'
'Oh, Alicia,' she said, 'I'm going to miss your way with words.'
That's right, sad news: Angela and her husband are moving, so we've only got her special brand of... Angela-ness until June. How will we cope?
I went to get something off the printer this morning and found someone else's document waiting to be collected. It was huge, and the front page had just one sentence typed in the centre: What is This? I was tempted to flick through it, but I didn't want to spoil the mystery.
Here is a game, f-list. Imagine you are my mother. You come to my house for lunch while I'm at work. When I get home in the evening, I can follow your trail around the house. You put away the cup and plate I left drying on the sink (or, possibly, used them for your lunch, then put them away). You put some extra cat biscuits out, presumably because Percy was doing his Oscar-worthy starving cat act. And you went outside, unscrewed the head of the watering can and left it on the table, then you either took the watering can away with you or put it away so carefully that I can't find it. Why did you do that? Any guesses? (I will ask her when I see her this evening. I bet the explanation will be really boring.)