Monday, February 09, 2004
Gloriosity Part the Twoth
Here I am, coping despite a great deal of dust trying to make a permanent home in my sinuses, taking up where I left off last night....
Our main mission for this trip was for Caro to aquirre some beads for her various necklace projects. Pueblo has a Hobby Lobby, but it also listed three bead vendors in the phone book.
The first one we located was upstairs from the guy's main business, which is a photography studio. I was impressed by the range of his imaginative, creative shots, and I am rather fussy about photos in general. The jewelry the guy had made was even better. He and Caro hit it off as beady soul mates right away, so Mike and I left to let them have some privacy.
We looked at all the pictures and jewelry, and then went out to walk around, "'sploring like cats." When that got old, we came back and sat down to wait on a charming old settee. Mike started telling me a story set in his Train-verse.
This is an ongoing collaboration, in which Mike has provided most of the characters and train details, and I throw in little things like plot. There's his best friend Big Mike the Train Engineer (based on a real guy Mike met last year for his train ride birthday present), his nephew Zach (also as a TE), plus TEs Shawna, Pete, some I am blanking on now, and Joe. Joe is a doofus who is always doing something foolish or annoying, like leaving gum on the dashboard when he borrows Mike's favorite engine Fast Track....
So Mike told me a story for a while, until we both got sleepy sitting in the sun and drifted off for a quick nap. Caro and Bead Guy woke us with their merry beadaholic laughter, and soon we were off in search of the next shop.
After driving in circles a while, we found it. Sadly, it wasn't a tenth as cool as the Bead Guy's. Since the afternoon was waning and we hadn't been able to reach the third shop by phone, we hit Hobby Lobby instead. There we put the final touches on "honoring our inner magpies" (as calls it), snagging up glittery, floofy, fun things as they caught our fancy, which usually meant being on sale. :)
Dinner was at the Golden Corral. Caro and I both noticed that months of being on the South Beach diet seems to have changed our taste in food. Dessert type things seem TOO sweet, for instance. Odd.
The 2 hour drive home passed amazingly quickly. I can't describe it so that it makes sense to anyone else, but we were all laughing into fits over taking standard train songs and changing them to be songs about the Hogwarts Express. Stuff like that. Just a perfect warm family end to a great day.
Our main mission for this trip was for Caro to aquirre some beads for her various necklace projects. Pueblo has a Hobby Lobby, but it also listed three bead vendors in the phone book.
The first one we located was upstairs from the guy's main business, which is a photography studio. I was impressed by the range of his imaginative, creative shots, and I am rather fussy about photos in general. The jewelry the guy had made was even better. He and Caro hit it off as beady soul mates right away, so Mike and I left to let them have some privacy.
We looked at all the pictures and jewelry, and then went out to walk around, "'sploring like cats." When that got old, we came back and sat down to wait on a charming old settee. Mike started telling me a story set in his Train-verse.
This is an ongoing collaboration, in which Mike has provided most of the characters and train details, and I throw in little things like plot. There's his best friend Big Mike the Train Engineer (based on a real guy Mike met last year for his train ride birthday present), his nephew Zach (also as a TE), plus TEs Shawna, Pete, some I am blanking on now, and Joe. Joe is a doofus who is always doing something foolish or annoying, like leaving gum on the dashboard when he borrows Mike's favorite engine Fast Track....
So Mike told me a story for a while, until we both got sleepy sitting in the sun and drifted off for a quick nap. Caro and Bead Guy woke us with their merry beadaholic laughter, and soon we were off in search of the next shop.
After driving in circles a while, we found it. Sadly, it wasn't a tenth as cool as the Bead Guy's. Since the afternoon was waning and we hadn't been able to reach the third shop by phone, we hit Hobby Lobby instead. There we put the final touches on "honoring our inner magpies" (as
Dinner was at the Golden Corral. Caro and I both noticed that months of being on the South Beach diet seems to have changed our taste in food. Dessert type things seem TOO sweet, for instance. Odd.
The 2 hour drive home passed amazingly quickly. I can't describe it so that it makes sense to anyone else, but we were all laughing into fits over taking standard train songs and changing them to be songs about the Hogwarts Express. Stuff like that. Just a perfect warm family end to a great day.
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