Saturday starts with suckage...

[the_vulture]

Okay, despite cranking the volume on my phone and placing it right by my bed, I still managed to sleep through all attempts by my parents to contact me before they left. As such, I literally slept through the last opportunity to see them before they leave NB for five or six months. *sigh*

Of course, that may not have been entirely my fault; I have reason to suspect that my phone isn't ringing as it should be. I shall have to actually test it, which means putting money on my pay-as-you-go. Blech. A call has to go to tech support anyhow, as I'm getting long distance charges on calls that should've been free as they should've gone through wi-fi. Grrrr....

The suckage continued as my back was still too buggered to go to martial arts class, but, if given lemons, I attempted to make lemon juice and finally made it to the Farmer's Market. At first i was still pretty glum about the whole morning thus far and I wasn't really taking in any of the energetic atmosphere of the market fair. As I cast further and further about for the pagan friendly stand that karibu  had told me about, but wasn't finding, I began thinking that I was going to leave the market with nothing in hand save more disappointment. Fortunately, I did finally find the stand in the furthest portion of the mall and made very pleasant acquaintance with the proprietress who was not only able to offer a variety of pagan oriented offerings (I purchased some incence, essential oil, and an oil burner with pentacle designs), but also provide some muchly desired information on local pagan associations, as well as the current whereabouts of a pagan friendly store that I thought had permanently disappeared. Afterwards, I was much cheered up and indulged in odd bits of food, including a honey and garlic sausage bun and purchased what was promised to be a close resemblance to scrumpy jack. Sadly, I am stymied by the lack of a %$#*ing bottle opener and will have to dig the cork out with a knife or somesuch (yerg!). I even got a bead on where I could get some pottery lessons and, more importantly, access to a pottery studio!

So, all in all, today has had a rough start, but seems to be getting much better. (Yay!)

Comments

[1grl-revolution.livejournal.com]

I'm glad your day turned around for you. *hugs*

[the-vulture.livejournal.com]

Well, I spoke a wee too soon. I'm still coming down from the adrenaline rush of having dealt with a very abusive customer. I kept my cool, but didn't quite give him the three warnings needed. I might get a mild slap on the wrist for not following all protocols, but oh well.

[karibu.livejournal.com]

You were at the farmer's market? How early did you go? I was there, stopped by to say hi to Sarah. We were there about 10:30ish, maybe even closer to 11. We had the (dis)pleasure of eating our crepes in the only place available - next to a devout Christian who decided it was his mission to tell us we were all going to hell if we didn't walk with the Lord.

When we got up to leave, his wife asked me if I wanted a booklet. I kindly said, "No thank you, I'm Pagan". Then Patrick, unbeknownst to me, stuck his tongue out at her! :: sigh ::

[the-vulture.livejournal.com]

I'd've been tempted to reply "I speak with Lord Vader enough, thank you." *impish grin*

Yeah, I missed you by about an hour or so. I work late nights, so getting out and about before 12 is a rarity for me.

[alias_chick.livejournal.com]

I'm glad to hear that your day got turned around!! :)

[the-vulture.livejournal.com]

*smile* Thanks! I guess even with its downs, it turned out to be an okay day, even if the cider wasn't a cider.