Still only reading Dawkins. I am very happy that I don't have to go back to work tomorrow, I must say. So it's been a nice, relaxing weekend of repacking things, packing more things, and knitting.
I finished my first sock today. Kitchenering the toe and all. And I cast on for the second one. Progress! I also cast on another project this week. A certain project for a certain Christmas present for a certain Someone-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.
The other event of the weekend was that we saw "Coco Before Chanel," which was lovely, and very well done. And it made me want to pick up learning French again. I didn't get very far with it when I took it in college, mostly because I hated the way the teacher taught it. But I've always had it in the back of my mind to try again sometime, and I've been thinking about it more and more lately. So maybe after the move (only a few days now!) will be a good time to start. New town, new language. New-ish, anyway. To both the town and the language.
Showing posts with label francophilia. Show all posts
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October 4, 2009
January 8, 2009
Life's a tradeoff
Tonight I made the delightful mistake of watching a lovely French movie. I hadn't planned on it yet, but after yogilates last night, I'm sore in all sorts of weird places. So I skipped yoga tonight, in order to give my poor muscles half a fighting chance. I plan to take a nice, hot bubble bath, too.
The only problem with watching this movie is that now it feels like it's a Friday night. And in a week that's already felt like it's about a month long, I already know it will feel so monstrously unfair tomorrow morning when the alarm clock goes off again. C'est la vie.
Oddly enough, it's a life I'm settling into, in a sense. Boss-lady offered me the option again of being hired by them, instead of staying a temp. Benefits, PTO, and whatnot. I turned them down two months ago, the first time they offered. But this time, I think I'm going to take them up on it. Because the job that I hate is doing a good job of paying for the things that I love. I bought more yarn today, for a pattern in the knitting book I bought last Sunday. Par example. It'll pay for more yoga, too, and the circus classes I'm still flirting with.
In the meantime, I'll just keep downloading more podcasts to distract me through the workday. Then I can collapse into my weekend, finally.
The movie was Paris, Je T'aime, by the way. And the title reflects my feelings rather accurately.
The only problem with watching this movie is that now it feels like it's a Friday night. And in a week that's already felt like it's about a month long, I already know it will feel so monstrously unfair tomorrow morning when the alarm clock goes off again. C'est la vie.
Oddly enough, it's a life I'm settling into, in a sense. Boss-lady offered me the option again of being hired by them, instead of staying a temp. Benefits, PTO, and whatnot. I turned them down two months ago, the first time they offered. But this time, I think I'm going to take them up on it. Because the job that I hate is doing a good job of paying for the things that I love. I bought more yarn today, for a pattern in the knitting book I bought last Sunday. Par example. It'll pay for more yoga, too, and the circus classes I'm still flirting with.
In the meantime, I'll just keep downloading more podcasts to distract me through the workday. Then I can collapse into my weekend, finally.
The movie was Paris, Je T'aime, by the way. And the title reflects my feelings rather accurately.
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