There are people who strictly deprive themselves of each and every eatable, drinkable, and smokable which has in any way acquired a shady reputation. They pay this price for health. And health is all they get for it. How strange it is. It is like paying out your whole fortune for a cow that has gone dry.
— Mark Twain
I totally had a Doctor Who dream last night. It was for a short, but I know Ten and Rose were there.
I did not buy yarn today, but I returned Alexandra’s CDs and went on an errand for her since she is sick. Dropped by the library, and Heather sent me a
Winnie the Pooh keychain. It’s wonderful and will remind me of this year. I do like Pooh especially all that Taoism I connect to him now.
We had a wrong number caller today. He amused me and mom, and I sort of wish we talked longer. The conversation as follows:
“Hello”
“Hello”
“Did I wake you up? Were you sleeping?”
“No…”
“So are you watching TV? Relaxing?”
“Yes. Who is this?”
“You don’t know who this is? Guess.”
“I will not.” (that sounds harsher than it was)
“Is this Christina?”
“No it’s not yet, I think you have the wrong number.”
Then he apologized profusely and we hung up. Darn. He had a really nice voice, and you know how I love voices. Not accented, just pleasant and sweet. Still very masculine and honest though. My mom and I laughed about it afterwards because I told her how familiar he seemed. The whole thing made me a bit lonely because there was something about his voice that made me wish he had called for me. The tone and the casual questions he asked seemed to be different than that of anyone I know. The intimacy was something I do not have and want.
I really want a big knitting project.