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Universe called on account of Aaron

Thankfully after the weather on Saturday, yesterday and today were much more pleasant.

Hmm, I just got distracted by this: Worlds longest Golf Course.

Sunday I did some stuff around the house, but my main plans for the day was a visit to the nursery with the lovely draquin. Where the old tree was cut down in the back yard, I want to plant something in the tree stump, plus there are two urn-like planters at the front flanking the entry path that need some plants.

Since Kolya is the plant expert in my life, I figured that she would be the perfect person to wander a nursery with and work out what plants I want.

Of course things didn't work out that way. Kolya got a visit from Aaron gene_machine so didn't end up getting out, and I ended up going over to her place and have a nice social afternoon with the pair of them.

We got to watch Aaron climbing in her roof, pulling phone plugs apart and installing new ones, and then we went over to Stephen's place and watched Aaron climb in his roof, on his roof, dismantle a phone plug and not install a new one.

Tea was had and light chocolate sponge was baked and eaten and scones were baked and eaten and a lot of general gossiping was done.

So, even though I didn't get to the nursery like I had originally planned I still had a good afternoon.

I eventually got home, and spent the rest of the night pottering around the house, cleaning up, doing dishes, doing washing, etc.

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paradigmshifty
Nov. 14th, 2004 07:22 pm (UTC)
Shouldn't that be *Golf* course...?
halloranelder
Nov. 15th, 2004 07:04 am (UTC)
Oops, typo fixed.
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Each of her veils, a secret promise
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