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Oct. 6th, 2007 07:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickI F^3'd with Heather today. We actually got in, did a walkabout, bought fudge, and left before the F^3 actually started. That's because we're all kinds of efficient. After that, we went back to Heather's and processed three gooseneck squash for pie, which resulted in enough pureed squash for 21 pies. (They're large squash, the goosenecks are.) That went amazingly well and we got done well before our estimated completion time. We had so much time left that we headed back into town to see the quilt show.
It's in the high school, costs two bucks a head. Raffle tickets (to win a quilt) are six for five bucks. I paid to get us in and bought some raffle tickets. We walked around and looked at the quilts. Some, we liked. Some, we didn't.
Then, I played a round of "Intentionally Rude or Thoughtless?", a game which displays my difficulties with the flesh people in all their iridescent glory. I am not very good at playing "Intentionally Rude or Thoughtless?" and this is problematic for several reasons. First, I live in a small town. It's important to get along with people because they don't go away. You are going to keep seeing them over and over for the next twenty or thirty years. Second, I can't play rounds of IRoT because I don't have a whole lot of control over the level of my strikes. My opponent attacks with a paring knife and then I nuke in retaliation. For some reason, they feel that this is unfair. Whatever. I've found that it's best not to play.
Today's effort was from this lady who knew my mother back in the day. (Lots of people knew my mother back in the day.) She talks to me about once a year, usually at the quilt thing, which I attend and she busybodies for. Today, she saw me and was like "Jessica! I didn't know who you were until I saw the nose! How have you been? Still doing the computer thing?"
And I fucking stood there because I could not decide whether she was being Intentionally Rude or Thoughtless. Christ, all I wanted to do was look at the fucking quilts. I reckon I should be let to pay my two bucks and look at the fucking quilts without having to defend my nose or speak to people who ask prying questions about my relationship with my mother and whether or not I see her at all these days. (That latter is the usual topic of conversation once the lady gets done insulting me over the topic of the day.) When it became clear that I couldn't not talk to her, I made nice with the conversation and escaped as quickly as possible.
I'm not doing this another year. I'm just not.
There will be a sock update later tonight as I haven't gotten any sock done yet today due to the FFF.
It's in the high school, costs two bucks a head. Raffle tickets (to win a quilt) are six for five bucks. I paid to get us in and bought some raffle tickets. We walked around and looked at the quilts. Some, we liked. Some, we didn't.
Then, I played a round of "Intentionally Rude or Thoughtless?", a game which displays my difficulties with the flesh people in all their iridescent glory. I am not very good at playing "Intentionally Rude or Thoughtless?" and this is problematic for several reasons. First, I live in a small town. It's important to get along with people because they don't go away. You are going to keep seeing them over and over for the next twenty or thirty years. Second, I can't play rounds of IRoT because I don't have a whole lot of control over the level of my strikes. My opponent attacks with a paring knife and then I nuke in retaliation. For some reason, they feel that this is unfair. Whatever. I've found that it's best not to play.
Today's effort was from this lady who knew my mother back in the day. (Lots of people knew my mother back in the day.) She talks to me about once a year, usually at the quilt thing, which I attend and she busybodies for. Today, she saw me and was like "Jessica! I didn't know who you were until I saw the nose! How have you been? Still doing the computer thing?"
And I fucking stood there because I could not decide whether she was being Intentionally Rude or Thoughtless. Christ, all I wanted to do was look at the fucking quilts. I reckon I should be let to pay my two bucks and look at the fucking quilts without having to defend my nose or speak to people who ask prying questions about my relationship with my mother and whether or not I see her at all these days. (That latter is the usual topic of conversation once the lady gets done insulting me over the topic of the day.) When it became clear that I couldn't not talk to her, I made nice with the conversation and escaped as quickly as possible.
I'm not doing this another year. I'm just not.
There will be a sock update later tonight as I haven't gotten any sock done yet today due to the FFF.
