Someone Once Loved This
Sun, May. 25th, 2008 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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e_bourne and markbourne in Snohomish, Washington state's antiquing capital. We all came away with our little treasures (about which more in a moment), but we also saw some of the most . . . remarkable things. I had to photograph them for posterity. There are only 6 pictures in the photoset you'll see when you click on the picture, but they're doozies.
I should note thatexiledfromtribe's name came up more than once as I spotted Franciscan dishes and other bits and things he collects. I was put in mind of our one excursion to Snohomish, a fine and lovely day.
So, what did we all come home with?e_bourne came home with three new teapots for her collection. markbourne came home with a couple of nifty fridge magnets. And I? I came home with a couple of coins for the collection, plus what may be the ugliest little thing I now own: a small, circa 1940 plant pot in the shape of a green pig. Sounds awful, doesn't it? I don't know why or how it happened, but I ended up finding it irresistible. Somehow, I just find it really sweet. Sometime tomorrow, I shall plant a baby jade plant in it, place it upon the windowsill and hope for the best. I figure I'm allowed one lapse in good taste every five years or so.
The day concluded with my joining my companions at their home for a screening of the new Doctor Who episode, "The Unicorn and the Wasp," which was a fun romp. I then retired home, where I've just been enjoying a quiet evening.
The one blight upon the day has been Merlin's apparent physical discomfort this evening. He's been spitting up every now and then since I got home tonight. It seems to be digestive, because otherwise he's got quite a bit of energy, is jumping on me and on the bed with all the power and grace of his usual self, and being as affectionate as ever; he's just spitting up. I'm not sure what to make of it. I don't like it. All this said, he's an 18 year old cat, and some of this sort of thing is to be expected with age. But it's still not a pleasant thing for either one of us. I'm going to keep an eye on him. If this continues in the morning, I may have to make a decision about either going to my second SIFF film or taking him to the emergency clinic. I'd hate to do the latter. Here's hoping it's not necessary.
e_bourne and markbourne in Snohomish, Washington state's antiquing capital. We all came away with our little treasures (about which more in a moment), but we also saw some of the most . . . remarkable things. I had to photograph them for posterity. There are only 6 pictures in the photoset you'll see when you click on the picture, but they're doozies.I should note that
exiledfromtribe's name came up more than once as I spotted Franciscan dishes and other bits and things he collects. I was put in mind of our one excursion to Snohomish, a fine and lovely day.So, what did we all come home with?
e_bourne came home with three new teapots for her collection. markbourne came home with a couple of nifty fridge magnets. And I? I came home with a couple of coins for the collection, plus what may be the ugliest little thing I now own: a small, circa 1940 plant pot in the shape of a green pig. Sounds awful, doesn't it? I don't know why or how it happened, but I ended up finding it irresistible. Somehow, I just find it really sweet. Sometime tomorrow, I shall plant a baby jade plant in it, place it upon the windowsill and hope for the best. I figure I'm allowed one lapse in good taste every five years or so.The day concluded with my joining my companions at their home for a screening of the new Doctor Who episode, "The Unicorn and the Wasp," which was a fun romp. I then retired home, where I've just been enjoying a quiet evening.
The one blight upon the day has been Merlin's apparent physical discomfort this evening. He's been spitting up every now and then since I got home tonight. It seems to be digestive, because otherwise he's got quite a bit of energy, is jumping on me and on the bed with all the power and grace of his usual self, and being as affectionate as ever; he's just spitting up. I'm not sure what to make of it. I don't like it. All this said, he's an 18 year old cat, and some of this sort of thing is to be expected with age. But it's still not a pleasant thing for either one of us. I'm going to keep an eye on him. If this continues in the morning, I may have to make a decision about either going to my second SIFF film or taking him to the emergency clinic. I'd hate to do the latter. Here's hoping it's not necessary.