Very strange

[mrissa]

I tried posting this. It got eaten.

I am staring uselessly at the book. I know this isn't useless entirely, because for the last two days I've been doing it only to have bursts of productivity after hours of staring. Stupid book. I keep thinking if I'm not going to be writing it, I should do something else productive. Then I don't.

Things that aren't productive:
--checking the mail
--recycling most of the mail
--finding (in a catalog from the mail, which needs recycling but hasn't gotten there yet) a lovely sweater I am not buying for pameladean for $180, even though it would look lovely on her, all eyes-and-hair-and-cuddly (I have exquisite taste on other people's behalf, but somehow it strikes me as even less useful than finding a sweater I wasn't buying myself for $180)
--swearing at the mail for not being anything that could make me productive
--calling multiple people who are not home or otherwise not answering the phone to make plans with me to eat a meal or ice cream or drink warm beverages or fix something around my house (separate categories of phone call for the first couple than for the last one)
--going downstairs to take something out for dinner, then deciding to make something else for dinner that doesn't require anything taken out
--regarding The White Death: The Epic of the Soviet-Finnish Winter War, then not picking it up to read
--making livejournal lists of unproductive things

Okay. I'm going to go poke the phone book to see if it will spit forth further information about people who will fix something around my house or, more to the point, yard, and then I'm going to do my yoga on the off chance that my mood is related to my back instead of to my stupid book. I'm really quite cheerful in person right now, I think due to the fact that none of you or the other people I interact with are my stupid book, and that goes a long way right now.

Comments

[wilfulcait.livejournal.com]

When I can add to cheerfulness by not being someone objectionable, that's good.

When I can add to cheerfulness by not being an objectionable inanimate object, that's even better.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

How often are you an objectionable inanimate object?

[wilfulcait.livejournal.com]

Frighteningly often.

OK, perhaps not actually inanimate, but certainly distressingly immobile.

[minnehaha.livejournal.com]

If you have exquisite taste on other people's behalf, use your powers for good. Suggest something as a small present for Elisianne, the woman who has cleaned for us for the last couple of months. We are not paying her, the property owner is.

K. [I think it should be something small, but nice, and am stumped]

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Tried replying before, but lj ate it. Gifts are hard without knowing the recipient at all. How old is she? Have you interacted with her much at all? I might try a silk scarf, but that could just as easily be all wrong.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Silly silly Yoon!

[minnehaha.livejournal.com]

She's mid to late 40s. She speaks no English. I haven't interacted with her that much, because she doesn't slow down her French at all so I can catch her points.

A silk scarf is far too expensive a gift for what I was thinking of. I'm trying to decide if I should ask my daughter to bring some wild rice from MN when she comes to visit. Or perhaps pick up some daffodil bulbs around here.

K.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Oh, okay. Not exquisite exquisite. Nice. That's a bit easier.

Wild rice sounds great to me (but I'm a fiend for it), or local preserves, with Minnesota fruit. (Our-local, I mean, obviously.) We have been known to give people a raspberry infusion wine from St. Croix vineyards, but having your daughter bring wine to France...well, coals, Newcastle, you know.