happiness is not just a word
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bonny_kateThis past weekend was quite wonderful. Joel was here, and Saturday we watched Stardust (because somehow he had never seen it, and now that has been remedied) and went to the park. The weather was perfect; just a smidge warm but with a nice bit of a breeze. Maggie and Liz came over for dinner, and we talked about all sorts of things including our superpowers and what countries we would like if we were supervillains (two separate discussions not necessarily related).
Then came the excitement of trying to make homemade ice cream. We had bought all the ingredients, and my mom knew that my grandmother had an ice cream maker in the shed, which we promptly found, but it was not the normal sort that you put ice and salt in the sides. Rather, this was the sort which you freeze the center component that goes around, which would have been fine except I didn't know this and so had not frozen it, and it was quite sad. My mom went over to our neighbor's house in order to see if she had an ice cream maker we could borrow. Knowing how much my mother likes to talk, I expected that she would be quite a while and return without the ice cream maker, so Joel, Maggie, Liz and I set up the board for Settlers of Catan (which Liz had never played, and I'd only played once) outside because it was such a lovely evening. About the time we got it set up and Maggie started explaining the rules, my mom returned triumphantly with an ice cream maker that she'd borrowed from our neighbor's mother-in-law who lives down the street (it was at this point that I tripped and sprawled all over the concrete patio and have massive bruises and a weird blister thing on my foot to prove it, and I have not been that klutzy in *ages*). Anyway, there was a longish break while we started the ice cream, and then the rules of Settlers were explained and we started playing (it was quite fun because somewhere along the line we started naming all the cities, and the country that we eventually wanted to call it if we won (mine was The Vampire City and Transylvania, respectively) and the thief wasn't just a thief but was a werewolf thief, because of the full moon). I had almost a complete lack of strategy (I get distracted with games like this and start veering off into thinking about story possibilities and building trade agreements and all that, and also while I *can* be competitive I don't generally *like* to be). We eventually had our ice cream, which was cold and melty all at once, and delicious in its own particular way, distinct from every other kind of ice cream.
Sunday was lovely. There was church, and lunch with my parents, and Pushing Daisies (I like that show so very much because it is clever, witty, and so very lovely with all the bright, clean colors, and all the Sleeping Beauty references are also wonderful), and Buffy. I have a few thoughts on that Buffy episode that I may or may not get around to posting eventually (it was the episode in seventh season where Andrew is narrating). It was a quite wonderful weekend.
Then came the excitement of trying to make homemade ice cream. We had bought all the ingredients, and my mom knew that my grandmother had an ice cream maker in the shed, which we promptly found, but it was not the normal sort that you put ice and salt in the sides. Rather, this was the sort which you freeze the center component that goes around, which would have been fine except I didn't know this and so had not frozen it, and it was quite sad. My mom went over to our neighbor's house in order to see if she had an ice cream maker we could borrow. Knowing how much my mother likes to talk, I expected that she would be quite a while and return without the ice cream maker, so Joel, Maggie, Liz and I set up the board for Settlers of Catan (which Liz had never played, and I'd only played once) outside because it was such a lovely evening. About the time we got it set up and Maggie started explaining the rules, my mom returned triumphantly with an ice cream maker that she'd borrowed from our neighbor's mother-in-law who lives down the street (it was at this point that I tripped and sprawled all over the concrete patio and have massive bruises and a weird blister thing on my foot to prove it, and I have not been that klutzy in *ages*). Anyway, there was a longish break while we started the ice cream, and then the rules of Settlers were explained and we started playing (it was quite fun because somewhere along the line we started naming all the cities, and the country that we eventually wanted to call it if we won (mine was The Vampire City and Transylvania, respectively) and the thief wasn't just a thief but was a werewolf thief, because of the full moon). I had almost a complete lack of strategy (I get distracted with games like this and start veering off into thinking about story possibilities and building trade agreements and all that, and also while I *can* be competitive I don't generally *like* to be). We eventually had our ice cream, which was cold and melty all at once, and delicious in its own particular way, distinct from every other kind of ice cream.
Sunday was lovely. There was church, and lunch with my parents, and Pushing Daisies (I like that show so very much because it is clever, witty, and so very lovely with all the bright, clean colors, and all the Sleeping Beauty references are also wonderful), and Buffy. I have a few thoughts on that Buffy episode that I may or may not get around to posting eventually (it was the episode in seventh season where Andrew is narrating). It was a quite wonderful weekend.
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Date: 2009-06-12 02:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-06-12 05:00 am (UTC)Grr, argh.
- Joel
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Date: 2009-06-12 11:53 am (UTC)I haven't played Catan in years, but just recently I've seen a bunch of references to it on line and now I want to play it again. We usually played Seafarers or Knights and Cities.
Maybe we can reward ourselves with a game once we get unpacked enough that the dining room table is cleared off again (currently it's holding most of our breakable items that aren't yet in the china cabinets).