Letters...
Aug. 13th, 2007 11:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geminigirlDear Neighbor,
Painting your driveway with a sealant to prevent cracking is actually not a bad idea. Doing it now, when the weather has tended to be dryer than usual for the summer months is also not a bad idea. However, parking your Land Rover SUV in the middle of the street is a very bad idea. Especially when it impedes my ability to back out of my driveway. I realize that street parking is very limited on our cul-de-sac, but parking the 50 feet or so down the street where you won't impede access to my driveway, mailbox or trashcans would be a much better plan.
No love,
Me
Dear Husband,
Garlic cream sauce plus roasted garlic on your take out pasta last night=a very unhappy wife. Please to be remembering that you sweat garlic when there's a minimum of it in a dish, and an overwhelming amount like that is repulsive when I have to breathe it all night next to you-especially since you can't smell it coming out of your pores.
No love,
Your wife
Dear Referral Coordinator at my doctor's office,
An 8 AM appointment downtown coming from where I am is nuts. I appreciate the fact that your office makes the appointment for me, but to be there at 8 AM is crazy. I will think very hard about whether I want to try and reschedule that appointment, but I hope, in the future, I get to schedule my own appointments with this new doctor.
No love,
Me
Other than that, not much to say. An overly-social weekend, with a party Friday and a party Saturday. The party Saturday was an homage to the San Gennaro Feast plus a celebration of the second anniversary of the corporate relocation that brought us all here. (Greg, a colleague of Cayne's had complained "I can't go to San Gennaro, so San Gennaro will come to me." Complete with Italian food, sausage and peppers, zeppole and pictures of the Pope. Our friend Su's brother had returned from Myanmar where he'd been working with the Jesuit community there before he took his final vows, and was full of really fascinating stories about his work and his experiences.
Yesterday was housework/yardwork and a trip to the bookstore. We returned home to discover that the chicken I'd planned to cook for supper was spoiled, and so we ended up with take out (hence the letter to my dear spouse who overdid the garlic a bit.) Today, I have a quick trip to the grocery store planned, maybe some bill paying, and I'm not sure what else yet.
Painting your driveway with a sealant to prevent cracking is actually not a bad idea. Doing it now, when the weather has tended to be dryer than usual for the summer months is also not a bad idea. However, parking your Land Rover SUV in the middle of the street is a very bad idea. Especially when it impedes my ability to back out of my driveway. I realize that street parking is very limited on our cul-de-sac, but parking the 50 feet or so down the street where you won't impede access to my driveway, mailbox or trashcans would be a much better plan.
No love,
Me
Dear Husband,
Garlic cream sauce plus roasted garlic on your take out pasta last night=a very unhappy wife. Please to be remembering that you sweat garlic when there's a minimum of it in a dish, and an overwhelming amount like that is repulsive when I have to breathe it all night next to you-especially since you can't smell it coming out of your pores.
No love,
Your wife
Dear Referral Coordinator at my doctor's office,
An 8 AM appointment downtown coming from where I am is nuts. I appreciate the fact that your office makes the appointment for me, but to be there at 8 AM is crazy. I will think very hard about whether I want to try and reschedule that appointment, but I hope, in the future, I get to schedule my own appointments with this new doctor.
No love,
Me
Other than that, not much to say. An overly-social weekend, with a party Friday and a party Saturday. The party Saturday was an homage to the San Gennaro Feast plus a celebration of the second anniversary of the corporate relocation that brought us all here. (Greg, a colleague of Cayne's had complained "I can't go to San Gennaro, so San Gennaro will come to me." Complete with Italian food, sausage and peppers, zeppole and pictures of the Pope. Our friend Su's brother had returned from Myanmar where he'd been working with the Jesuit community there before he took his final vows, and was full of really fascinating stories about his work and his experiences.
Yesterday was housework/yardwork and a trip to the bookstore. We returned home to discover that the chicken I'd planned to cook for supper was spoiled, and so we ended up with take out (hence the letter to my dear spouse who overdid the garlic a bit.) Today, I have a quick trip to the grocery store planned, maybe some bill paying, and I'm not sure what else yet.
