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the fruit of the poor lemon
We've spent the past day and a half shopping. No, I tell a lie: We've spent part of it driving between different places to shop. I think Aunt Carolyn and I have fundamentally different ideas of the purpose of a vacation. I think of it as a chance to store up energy and experiences to use when I go back to real life. She seems to think of it as a chance to spend all the money and energy she works to save up in her everyday life. I got very uncomfortable telling her over and over not to buy me things. Also, I have a certain tolerance for hours of consecutive shopping-- it's fun for the first few days, especially in shops I've never been to before, but I think we crossed my line about two hours ago. I don't know how Uncle Larry puts up with this-- but then, he was just as bad when we went into the paperweight place and the Christmas stores.
(I suppose it doesn't help that my total liquid assets at the moment are twenty quarters left over from the ten dollars I had at the casino and a $1 bill I found in the pocket of my jeans.)
We're about to go on a whale-watching cruise, another lavish expenditure I wouldn't have put out for, but hopefully it will be reasonably fun. I would have saved the money and lain on the beach all afternoon, looking for dolphins and seabirds with binoculars, since they do usually stick close to shore. But I honestly don't believe they're planning to go to the beach *at all*. This is entirely beyond my comprehension.
Today I learned: A new song:
"Sweet Sally, twenty and one more years old,
Not once in her life had been kissed,
Except by her cat and her fish, I been told,
And the beauties of life she had missed.
And OH! How she longed for the love of a man
But all seemed to turn her away
Till one day she set on a capital plan
And put it in action this way.
Now sailors are jolly good fellows, thought she,
To take a trip she'd a notion,
For sailors oft get very blue out at sea
And-- girls are scarce on the ocean!"
Current Reading: The Cradle of the Deep, Joan Lowell
(I suppose it doesn't help that my total liquid assets at the moment are twenty quarters left over from the ten dollars I had at the casino and a $1 bill I found in the pocket of my jeans.)
We're about to go on a whale-watching cruise, another lavish expenditure I wouldn't have put out for, but hopefully it will be reasonably fun. I would have saved the money and lain on the beach all afternoon, looking for dolphins and seabirds with binoculars, since they do usually stick close to shore. But I honestly don't believe they're planning to go to the beach *at all*. This is entirely beyond my comprehension.
Today I learned: A new song:
"Sweet Sally, twenty and one more years old,
Not once in her life had been kissed,
Except by her cat and her fish, I been told,
And the beauties of life she had missed.
And OH! How she longed for the love of a man
But all seemed to turn her away
Till one day she set on a capital plan
And put it in action this way.
Now sailors are jolly good fellows, thought she,
To take a trip she'd a notion,
For sailors oft get very blue out at sea
And-- girls are scarce on the ocean!"
Current Reading: The Cradle of the Deep, Joan Lowell