After my initial morning doldrums, things lightened up substantially. I went by work to pick up my paycheck, and then did some shopping for home-improvement items. Like that frame for my diploma,
finally. I admit, I resisted framing it for three months because I was lazy, not out of any interesting post-graduation angst. Also, it's an odd size: 12" x 16". Is this a normal diploma size? And if so, why doesn't anywhere like Target, WallMart or K-Mart (I shop at such fine establishments,
I know) carry frames in that size? I had to go to Michael's Crafts to get a frame.
They're moving everything around in there, by the way. It really threw me off. The beads got totally relocated; I will have to readjust.
But I was very well-behaved and didn't buy supplies for sixty new crafting projects, or even for one; just my diploma frame, which is now mounted on my wall after some arguing and cussing on my part.
I also went to WallMart and did some accessory furniture shopping; things I've wanted to pick up but haven't been in a good place to grab. An end table for the living room, and a storage hutch for the bathroom--well, I didn't end up with a hutch, but this very neat wire shelving contraption, and it came with two matching pieces for only $30.00. And since I got them both, I got inspired to tidy up the living room a little.
( Check my new furniture out, man. )Then, I put together the hutch, and went over to the Whitmore's for dinner, and we went down to Phoenixville's First Friday for some dessert. It was extremely crowded for Phoenixville, but the atmosphere was upbeat and lively--there was a somewhat lack-luster street magician, and several bands ranging in quality from "tap your toes along" to "cringe in pain because I used to like that song". And, on a whim, I stopped by the local used book store--and boy was I delighted! It's a second-story, one room store (well, actually, one store-room and one sort of "reading room" that looks over Bridge Street and is very attractive), but the selection was excellent. Especially the old poetry books selection, which is what I dove right for, of course. I ended up getting a copy of the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayam, Fitzgerald-translated, a collection of Swinburne poems put together in 1950-something, and Rich's
Snapshots of a Daughter-In-Law and
The Will To Change for less than $30.00 all told. Which is
thrilling to my inner book geek. They're all old; they all smell like must and used books and some of them even have notes in the cover, which is my favorite thing.
And, they're apparently having a poetry reading later this month (Wolfgang Books is), so I'm thinking of attending.
All in all, much better evening than morning; now I am posting on livejournal and drinking tea while Justin writes roleplaying tags and watches clips from Scrubs on YouTube. (These two things are, esoterically enough, related. I'm not 100% sure how, but they are...)