Yesterday as we had our 7-11 adventure, we hoped that today would be less eventful. By "less eventful," I mean "having fewer things that aren't work or whatever unnecessary things we choose to do after work." Our hopes were dashed when Athena's visiting teachers called and scheduled a visit for eleven in the morning today. But on the other hand, it might be nice to have people over, and just because we start work late doesn't mean we'll end it late.
As it turned out, it didn't matter, because one of the visiting teachers ended up having to work today, and thus they had to reschedule. And the reason I bring all that up is a mystery to me. But anyway, we had a lot of fun working on Kieli, even though I'm getting to a point where working on prose all day is a little less fun and a little more tiring. Or maybe it was just harder because there was more exposition and less dialogue.
And now I'm updating Live Journal before Steve comes to take us grocery shopping. Now, being the picky eaters that we are, what we do or do not eat is one of the few things about ourselves that we actually don't like talking about. That being the case, there are very few people we feel comfortable grocery shopping with, and, as our lives have become more and more reclusive over the last few years, the list has been narrowed down to just Mom. Unfortunately, Mom happened to come down with the flu right when we were starting to need groceries again, which put us in the very difficult situation of wanting Mom to get better for her sake, but also for the selfish reason of not wanting to call anyone else to drive us to the grocery store. Hence all the recent trips to the 7-11.
But Steve called today and offered for the second time to take us grocery shopping, so I figured now was not the time to be selfish, and we accepted the offer. And that's where we stand right now. Tadah! ...or something.
Speaking of the 7-11, when we went yesterday, they were out of half-gallons of 2% milk, so we had a choice between 1% and vitamin D milk. They might have had skim, but are you kidding me? So we went with the vitamin D milk. And now the terrifying thought just occurred to us that maybe vitamin D milk is skim milk... Oh dear, oh dear.
On the bright side, Harvey is even more estranged from food than we are, and not only does it give us some small sense of comfort (so what if he's fictional?), it's also adorable.
Today I'm thankful for vitamin D milk (even if it does turn out to be skim; when you need milk, you need milk), Harvey's estrangement from food, the Japanese use of a word equivalent to "estranged" for "having no knowledge of," getting to buy groceries today, and consistently filling our shiny dreams quota.