the weekend, which was quiet but good
On Friday I was going to go to a party at work, but all my people were feeling under the weather, so we all came home and vedged instead. The network connection has gone flaky, and although a certain phone company beginning with V have said they'll come out in the middle of next week and perhaps think about dealing with it, until then we're having to deal with it disappearing for minutes on end.
Saturday began with driving to Shupp's Grove, now closed for the season, to help SaraMae take down the tent on her stall.
Later, after dark, Alex drove me to the gallery where they're starting an open mic night. I sat at the back while a man who smiled and showed his teeth a lot played semiacoustic, sang NIN covers and promoted his new CD. I would have linked to his myspace page, but when he told us the URL it included the word "backslash", which distracted me. After a while I realised I'd have to leave in order to be home to read Rio a story; as I was leaving a man jumped up to talk to me, asked whether I was planning to perform anything that evening. I said no, but asked whether there would be others, and he said there would. I think I'll go along, because things like this should be encouraged, and they need people to come and sit in the audience.
On Sunday we woke up later than we intended and tried to decide whether to go to Alex's church or ours. In the end we went to ours, and hurried to get there, only to find a building empty except for the verger who told us we were an hour early. Yes, summer time has ended. Later we sat around a table and planned the week, and we were going to play a board game except that we didn't because Rio had to go to bed. And that was the weekend.
Firework night tomorrow!