It’s been a busy weekend. Kind of. Busy in a good way since I was able to do a bunch of things I wanted to do while still getting most of the things I had to do done also. Except for the store. Didn’t make it to the store. But I did lots of other things, and I got up early (too early – I’m a little tired) both days.
Yesterday, I went into DC to meet a family from France (you’re welcome, Mom) at Eastern Market. We met at nine, chatted for a while (I’m afraid I babbled at them), wandered the market a little, and then I sent them off to the Capitol, the Archives, a couple of museums, and Kramerbooks. Nice people. It was only a little awkward. I wandered the market by myself for a few minutes after they left (bought some cute jewelry, peaches, and sausages) and then I poured myself into the car to go home. It was only maybe 10:30 or close to 11, but it was crazy hot. I was melting.
I went back out shortly after I got home, though not into the sun. It was time, once again, to make the trek (less than a mile – great trek) to my new favorite nail salon (the one I went to in May that’s all crisply white and peaceful and wonderful). I got the spa pedicure, just because. They slathered my legs in a purple mud mask that had a chilling effect from the knees down and then wrapped both legs in hot towels. What a totally weird feeling. Chilling cold on the inside, but wrapped in steamy hot towels. Kinda neat. My legs feel super smooth. While my nails were drying, I got distracted by the display of nail polishes on the wall.
I’m itching to organize them by color. Is that weird? When I ‘m deciding what color to use, I always grab a handful in the same color family and then choose the exact shade I want. It’d be much easier if they were already on the shelves that way.
After nearly two hours in the salon (feet and hands – it was wonderful), I came home only to turn right around again and head to Target and Borders with John. Oh! So Borders is closing. I’m sure you’ve heard. That’s depressing. It was packed yesterday afternoon, too. All those depressed people taking advantage of the liquidation sale. I picked up the new George R.R. Martin book, even though I’m super annoyed with him. It’s been six years since the last book in the series came out, and at the time, he was saying that he’d basically already written this one. SIX YEARS. I’ve already had one author die on me before finishing a series. I see no reason to encourage him to take six years between books, with no end to the series in sight, no matter how good I think the series is. You may not believe me, but I really wasn’t going to buy this one until it turned into a bargain book or until the next next one came out. But it was 40% off, and I have the others in hardcover (I cared more WAY back then, and he hadn’t jerked his fans around as much yet), so I caved. I feel slightly ashamed of myself.
Anyway, today I got up early to run (attempting (and failing) to beat the heat, although today was nothing like yesterday), helped John with the lawn, saw the last Harry Potter movie (more on that later, I think – it was both really cool and not what I’d hoped for), and now I would like a nap.