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23 September 2000: MessagesSo I stole the format. Sue me.
So that was my Friday night. After all that I grocery-shopped but forgot peanut butter. Also I found a pattern for a duvet cover that I liked, and the store lent me a pillow for 48 hours. I took it home and thought it matched and RDC agreed, so that's that. The problem with the leafy one from BB&B was that, besides its looking hotelesque, its shade of sage green clashed with both the lavender bedroom and the sage green hall and study. This pillow goes with both paint colors and it's not as ponderous as RDC's grape leaves. RDC is a wine drinker and liked the grape leaves; my favorite flower is lilac and oops, is that a lilac on the pillow? I believe it is. Today has been drearily wet and cold. Happily, this means indoor projects. I cleaned. I tidied. I repotted the plant (red ivy) the Botanic Garden gave me (two weeks ago) when I joined. I moved the halogen torchière from my study to the living room, since the present ceiling fixture is about three candlepower. In my study I strung my Christmas tree lights and set up a couple of lamps, all of which together don't illuminate as entirely or as pleasantly as the torchière. I cleaned the bathroom. I did some laundry. I watched some Fawlty Towers on BBC America, which has made me very happy of late by providing Blackadder at 7:20 every evening. One Fawlty episode I had never seen before; another was "The Wedding," which I had but not memorized; the last was "The German," which I thought I had pretty much down but had not. Blake and I went upstairs to get Monty, who naturally loves John Cleese. RDC got home from Home Despot right then and the four of us watched it together. I had forgotten about the nurse. This single episode is the funniest one in all televisionania. It reminds me of my mother and makes me pity her. CLH had borrowed some tapes off a friend and brought them home one Christmas, thinking I might not know about Fawlty. We sat in the living room watching them and howling with laughter. Our mother was unamused. Did she mind the volume of our laughter? Did she rather we spent our days at home with each other conversing with her? These are not the objections she made. The objection she made to "Fawlty Towers" was that it was not funny. It wouldn't bother me so much that she didn't find the Colonel's confusion over the talking moose or Basil's rudeness to the nurse ("Don't touch me--I don't know where you've been!") funny if I had ever known her to find anything funny, up to then or since. Her brother can make her laugh until she's maroon, which is a quality I really appreciate in him, but otherwise, nada. Stuff I didn't do today:
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