ch and i haven't really been getting along recently. i mean it's fine, we've just been chafing more than normal. he doesn't understand why i miss l so much, and i'm sick of him being in the damn pink room. he called last night and asked me to open, then when i sighed, he was mean to me, "oh, poor thing, a whole extra half hour earler!" and i just shut down on him, it was a total l response. i was SOOOO angry- listen buddy, i'm doing you a favor, you don't mock me. my sleep is precious, ok?
and then, when mr pink room called today, ch begged off a half day. he's the boss, what am i supposed to do, say no? it was this amazingly beautiful day here. so at noon i had a customer, and he just left- no do you need to go to the bathroom or buy lunch before i go or anything like that. now who's the one acting like a teenager?
joe, if you dooce me, you die.
it was slow, we certainly didn't both need to be there. i washed buckets and wrote comments in the new timeout chicago. then an order came in from new york going to the opera house- a $125 centerpiece, colorful. it ended up being quite nice, though of course the details photograph so poorly:
after work went to the library and checked out more than just the book for fiction writing class and the one on hold and one to read on the train... and then, in second hand prose, the discarded books.... I WAS A TEENAGE FAIRY!!! yes, franchesca lia block for 50cents!! i was so sad they were getting rid of even one of her books, but so glad to own my own library verson... picked up a few others, too. and if they're bad i can always take them back, and if they're good i can keep them forever.
discarded books. it doesn't get any better than that.
came home, made vegan corn chowder with peas, then grated all this orange cheese on it. because really, what doesn't taste better with cheese?
my pictures came back from york, which is nice, but they fucked up again and didn't post them online. i wrote them a very nasty email. i'll have to take the negatives to walgreens now.
but even worse in my customer service world: l's package still hasn't arrived. i can't believe i didn't photograph the art. and now it's lost in postal purgatory forever. i can't even think about it- it makes my heart hurt. i mean, if i had to choose between l or her luggage or my art not making it to hamtrmck i'd pick the art to get lost every time, but still. where is it? where has it been the past week? grrrrr.
and still, there's work again tomorrow. so i must needs to go to bed. now.
unfortunately, very low cut, i have to make sure i bend at the knees if i go out in public. also there's the slight problem of it being 40 degrees out... although it will be perfect for 40 degrees c, when that happens. anyway, i just finished stiching together the underarms of my sweater!!!! i think that makes it pretty officially DONE! all it needs now is buttons, then i can take a picture to post. so i'll do that today, cause i also need a serger needle. but i have to go to the library and the grocery store while i'm on broadway too, so i need to make a grocery list. and i want to drop letters in the mail, so i have to address them. so i want to leave the house, but it will take a while.
yes, that's a woman in a bright green scarf reading wicked. i am facinated by the color coordination. how often do my books match my scarf? maybe she has a bunch of scarves and plans it. or maybe she really loves green and eats pistachio ice cream and lime jello and only reads green books the way mine all seem to have pink on the cover. anyway.
(current= only in my head, needs to be written out before class on monday) i was imagining soemthing tall and skinny and brick, but my urban landscape was too philadelphian, and my characters definately live in chicago. but this is exactly where they live- in a brick three flat with a garden apartment, and 2 doors outside. i think the 2 doors looks very quintessentially chicago. the other really exciting part about my walk yesterday was seeing the first crocus: 
"you stopped and pointed and said, that's a crocus, and i said what's a crocus, and you said it's a flower. and i tried to remember, but i said what's a flower? you said, i still love you..." i also saw a robin, but it flew away too fast for me to photograph. crocuses make me so excited because they mean daffodils are comming and that means tulips are comming and that means spring will come, eventually. i know march is too early for spring in chicago, we still have one more month of winter (spring being may and june, with summer being july aug sept, fall october and november, and winter december-april.) but crocuses are the hope of spring, the promise of spring someday coming, whereas before crocuses, it's always winter and never christmas, just like in narnia, forever. only it's worse, because there's also no snow, just wind and bonechilling cold and nasty rain, and lawns that are trash strewn mud patches. march is the ugliest month. it makes me so curious about my photos from last weekend. i hope they turn out. and i really hope york gets their shit together and posts them online. anyway, enough from me.
