It is a nice day.
Posted on 2008.05.05 at 20:39Current Mood:
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I had a wonderful day, and I've finally given myself permission to enjoy it. After sending off my academic-year summary to my department administrator and replying to a student's email about her final paper, I headed off to meet ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
prosicated and take a long walk in the sunshine, stopping for shopping and a falafel lunch, and ending up in Central Square, about 4 miles away. I left her for some mental floss and then went to Pearl Arts & Crafts for some supplies for our project tomorrow.
I had tea and a scone and read the preface to a book about Somali Islam. Then I walked back to Harvard Square and wandered around a bit, bought Mistrusting Refugees and a pair of swirl stud earrings, and then took the T back to Davis, and tried on clothes at a couple of boutiques. Heading home, I felt somehow not quite finished with my day.
Fortunately, there was a small gathering on the corner at Hodgkin's Spa, and I only hesitated for a moment when I was offered a margarita. Apparently, a guy known as "PK" has an annual Cinco de Mayo party at that corner with his childhood buddies, neighbors, and random passersby. I nursed a strong margarita for an hour or so, chatted about the neighborhood, and then walked home with a mild buzz and a smile on my face.
It is a nice day.
prosicated and take a long walk in the sunshine, stopping for shopping and a falafel lunch, and ending up in Central Square, about 4 miles away. I left her for some mental floss and then went to Pearl Arts & Crafts for some supplies for our project tomorrow. I had tea and a scone and read the preface to a book about Somali Islam. Then I walked back to Harvard Square and wandered around a bit, bought Mistrusting Refugees and a pair of swirl stud earrings, and then took the T back to Davis, and tried on clothes at a couple of boutiques. Heading home, I felt somehow not quite finished with my day.
Fortunately, there was a small gathering on the corner at Hodgkin's Spa, and I only hesitated for a moment when I was offered a margarita. Apparently, a guy known as "PK" has an annual Cinco de Mayo party at that corner with his childhood buddies, neighbors, and random passersby. I nursed a strong margarita for an hour or so, chatted about the neighborhood, and then walked home with a mild buzz and a smile on my face.
It is a nice day.