We went skiing while we were there.
Maybe I could just buy their shampoo and we’d all be happy.
Today, Rebecca gave me a full haircut for the first time; she’d trimmed the back before, but this was a new experience. I think she did pretty alright! That’s $10 that I didn’t have to spend at Fantastic Sams.
That said, I kind of miss the Fantastic Sams shampoo.
Also, why is there no apostrophe in the “Fantastic Sams” brand name? Is Sam a fantastic hairstylist, or is the Sams family a group of fantastic hairstylists? This inquiring mind would like to know.
I don’t remember my dreams very often; it seems that the only times that I remember my dreams are when they are exceptionally bizarre or frightening. I remember a dream from last night.
I was at a house that I don’t recognize, but it was my house, and people like my family were there, but they were not my family. The walls were an eggshell white and the lights were incandescent. The floor that I remember was a worn-out, slightly grimy linoleum and every room that I remember seemed like a kitchen, but there were no appliances: no refrigerator, no range, no dishwasher. Just exposed incandescent lightbulbs casting their yellow light on eggshell-white walls and illuminating the worn-out, slightly grimy linoleum floor.
My dreams tend to have objectives; I always have to do something or go somewhere or find someone. In this dream, I was aware that the moon was completely enormous and it felt so close. It wasn’t any brighter, for all this closeness, but it just hung up there in a sky in which I could, inexplicably, still see lots of stars. I knew this because all of the rooms that I remember were really just one room, and that room had traditional four-pane windows. Looking outside through the windows, and it didn’t matter which window I looked through, I saw the big, close moon up there with some wispy clouds and those persistent stars. My objective was to somehow get onto the roof and photograph that moon.
When I realized this, I noticed a door that I had not noticed before. I opened it because I knew that behind this door was the ladder up to the attic. The incandescent light was still there in this ladder-room and in the attic, and the walls and floors and ladder were all exposed, brown-stained wood. I climbed up to the attic, and looked out one of the still-four-pane windows that lined the walls with no particular regularity. The moon was even bigger that it had been before. What strikes me right now is that I don’t remember there being a ground outside; no trees, no grass, no fences.
I pushed on one of the four-pane windows because I knew that to open the window, I had to push it out of its frame. It fell out and kind of skidded and clattered down the gray-shingled roof, but I don’t remember whether it slid all the way off the roof or not. I stepped out onto the roof and picked up my camera, which had apparently been sitting there all this time. I sat down and looked at the moon, and then Rebecca was sitting next to me, and we talked and watched the moon as it grew and grew, always closer, never brighter.
Rebecca and I went on a picnic today at Creve Coeur Park, and made possibly the fanciest picnic meal we’ve ever had.
- Soy Ginger-glazed salmon, grilled, with shrimp, asparagus and brie
- Asparagus grilled with garlic, olive oil, lemon juice, salt and pepper
- Cherry Pie, cooked over the coals from dinner
We were really pleased with how everything turned out.
Rebecca is a good-looking girl for sure.
Rebecca and me in the mountains. I made my dad stop along the road at various points so I could take pictures.
I have never loved a dragon so much in my life.
Rebecca and I watched How to Train Your Dragon tonight. We didn’t see it in 3D (see Roger Ebert’s opinion on 3D) but we both really liked it! Dreamworks generally sucks when it comes to animated movies, but they really hit the mark with this one. They did a great job with Toothless’s personality.
Try to ignore the terrible Shrek trailer.
I saw Nina, David and Elsie tonight, also. PLUS JD was in town. Quality night, quality friends.
I leave for Colorado tomorrow, and I’ll be there for a week, so this blog is going to be pretty dead; I don’t care enough to schedule posts to show up mid-week. Maybe I’ll update when I’m at the coffee shop e-mailing assignments to my professors.
I brought a big mug of hot tea to bed with me. This could become a habit.
Rebecca and I baked a couple sourdough boules today from our own sourdough starter. The starter has been living for over a month now, and bread from it is starting to exhibit that characteristic sourdough flavor. We let it rise practically all weekend, and it developed a nice, chewy crumb with a hard, tough crust. Delicious.
We—mostly Rebecca, I was pretty tired—solved a sudoku puzzle together this evening.
Valentine’s Day
Rebecca and I didn’t really do anything out of the ordinary on Valentine’s Day. I wasn’t sure whether I’d be working that day until about five days prior, so I didn’t have time to make reservations anywhere exciting. I gave her a letter I wrote for her, and we relaxed and enjoyed each others company for awhile. I helped her a little with her website and taught her some HTML and explained that we’re going to have to use CSS instead of tables for laying out her slices next time around.
We went for a walk out in the snow; I need to learn to keep gloves and a hat with me at all times. We ate a light dinner at Chevy’s, having had a rather late lunch. Chevy’s actually decided to close early because of the snow. At least, that’s the reason they gave. Our meal did come out suspiciously fast, so I should have known that something was up.
After dinner, we drove home and watched the Olympics and talked for awhile. All in all, not the most exciting Valentine’s Day I’ve given her by any means, but it was definitely the most relaxing, and maybe the most enjoyable. Am I a little embarrassed that I took my girlfriend out to the Chevy’s in St. Charles for a Valentine’s Day meal? Yeah. But I’ll make up for it this weekend.
