Smiling in that subtle dolphin way
Oct. 15th, 2003 04:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silverfae9This morning on my way into work I passed a man standing with a ladder over an open manhole. As he tried to lower the ladder into the manhole, a boxy electronic device fell from one of the rungs and clunked onto the pavement. A man in a suit standing nearby asked what the box was, and the one with the ladder answered cheerfully "That's the canary. It tells us if we can go down." Water was dripping off of his helmet and he seemed quite cheerful about it.
Generally when my claddaugh gets noticed, it's because it's all sparkly. Occasionally I run across people who know their Irish culture, and most of them have entertaining claddaugh stories of their own. A couple came into the store and the woman commented on my ring. They then moved around the corner, and I could hear what sounded like an old friendly bicker start up. "If you had just turned my ring around for me," she said, "I wouldn't have gone out with him. No words were needed, just a simple motion so that I knew you wanted me to be your girlfriend. I didn't think you liked me that much." He sighed and said "You just don't know how hard that would have been. I would have felt like a cheesy movie. You're a slut." They both laughed. It sounded to me like a newly minted couple, so when they came back around to my side, I asked how long they had been together. "Oh, we've been married for six years" she said. The whole thing reminded me of Toby's comment from the other night and they were cute and made me smile.
Tonight is karaoke. I talked to Becky about it and she said "why isn't Jeff coming?" and I told her "because I actually like this boy for once and I'd rather wait a while before exposing him to you lunatics for any length of time" and she cackled at me.
The rains are here, and today reminds me of hurricane seasons when I was a kid, back when all it took to make me so happy I thought I'd explode was four new Babysitter's Club books and some ice cream. (Come to think of it, that's really all it takes now. The Babysitter's Club never goes out of style.) I'd spend rainy day after rainy day in my chair with my quilt and Humphry, tongue stuck out the side of my mouth, twirling my hair on a finger. It would take my mother several tries and often projectiles to remove me from my book if she wanted my attention. I (heart) rainy days...yay for Seattle.
Generally when my claddaugh gets noticed, it's because it's all sparkly. Occasionally I run across people who know their Irish culture, and most of them have entertaining claddaugh stories of their own. A couple came into the store and the woman commented on my ring. They then moved around the corner, and I could hear what sounded like an old friendly bicker start up. "If you had just turned my ring around for me," she said, "I wouldn't have gone out with him. No words were needed, just a simple motion so that I knew you wanted me to be your girlfriend. I didn't think you liked me that much." He sighed and said "You just don't know how hard that would have been. I would have felt like a cheesy movie. You're a slut." They both laughed. It sounded to me like a newly minted couple, so when they came back around to my side, I asked how long they had been together. "Oh, we've been married for six years" she said. The whole thing reminded me of Toby's comment from the other night and they were cute and made me smile.
Tonight is karaoke. I talked to Becky about it and she said "why isn't Jeff coming?" and I told her "because I actually like this boy for once and I'd rather wait a while before exposing him to you lunatics for any length of time" and she cackled at me.
The rains are here, and today reminds me of hurricane seasons when I was a kid, back when all it took to make me so happy I thought I'd explode was four new Babysitter's Club books and some ice cream. (Come to think of it, that's really all it takes now. The Babysitter's Club never goes out of style.) I'd spend rainy day after rainy day in my chair with my quilt and Humphry, tongue stuck out the side of my mouth, twirling my hair on a finger. It would take my mother several tries and often projectiles to remove me from my book if she wanted my attention. I (heart) rainy days...yay for Seattle.
