Friday, December 07, 2007

Busy day

Today was something of a milestone in my blogging career. I met up with another blogger in real life and the flesh. This was Rosy, who lives not far away, and has been blogging and visiting for a month or two. It was very brave of her to agree to meet me, for as she said, she has spent her offsprings' childhood warning them about meeting up with strangers contacted on the Internet, and I could have been a fat moustachioed stalker, and come to that so could she. But anyway, we thought that the Sucré-Salé salon de thé seemed a fairly safe place, so I headed there after work at lunchtime.

It turns out that Rosie (under another name) is in fact something of a star in the firmament of the Cotes d'Armor music scene, whose renown had already reached me, so I felt rather trepidacious and awestruck, and feared I would have no conversation at all and would leave her with an impression of a rather pitiful person who has to blog to compensate for inadequate social skills. However, we quickly earned ourselves some impatient and supercilious looks from the serving staff by completely ignoring the menu because we were talking too much, and it was one of those times when I had to metaphorically sit on my hands to stop myself from interrupting because I was too interested, and we never found out half of what we set out to tell each other about ourselves because the digressions were too interesting. So I think perhaps we'll do it again. I took the camera but no photographs because we were talking too much. Rosie said she half expected me to get it out and start photographing the food. As this was a rather peculiar blue cheese and bacon quiche and not very photogenic I gave it a miss.

The prospect of busy days doing unfamiliar and unprecedented things, especially involving meeting new people or being out in the world often has me feeling rather not quite up to the task, then when they actually happen I'm often quite surprised at my energy and stamina. I parted from Rosie feeling very chirpy, went about my errands in town, and even did a bit of low level Christmas-ish shopping, including the material shop for a piece of écru coloured silk taffeta to line the Princeling's mithril coat, which is knitted but not made up and I thought would benefit from being lined. It has just occurred to me that his mother reads this blog sometimes so I have probably spoiled any element of surprise.


Then home to admire Tom's excellent parquet floor laying, walk the dog, stick a fillet of frozen salmon and a potato gratin in the oven, and out to hear Baroque cellos and Sephardic chant in the church in Moncontour. We often swear we will never go to these local events, which start late and where everyone claps between movements, then we usually do.

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Postscript: At that point we were about to set off, when Molly, reaching her usual pitch of excitement at the prospect of going out in the car, stopped, staggered, and limped round in a confused circle. We picked her up and put her on the sofa, where she continued to look confused. So we decided we couldn't go out. Not much hope of a vet at that hour on a Friday, and within quite a short time she returned to normal, though rather quiet. I'll ring the vet tomorrow and see if she's any ideas. I feel bad about letting the friend down we were going to meet for the concert, though I was able to catch her before she left, but I wouldn't have enjoyed it worrying about M. anyway.

9 comments:

julie said...

Sorry to hear Molly is not well - poor pup, I hope she'll be alright!

zhoen said...

I feel much the same about social events, especially with new people.

Poor puppy. Gas? Seizure? Could be nearly anything. Sending prayers.

Sheila said...

Do let us know how Molly is.

The clapping between movements is not unknown to me. I have tried to learn to see it as an endearing naivete, that people who have not studied and learned etiquette can love music so much and be enthusiastic about it.

Sometimes it helps. Sometimes it doesn't!

Lucy said...

Thanks all.

I've just rung the vet, who said if M's eyes were OK afterwards, which they were, it was probably a muscle spasm, perhaps in her neck, which transferred to her front limbs, then passed off, possibly as a result of the anaesthetic and getting over things, so not to worry too much, keep her warm etc.
She's been so well since having her lampshade off, really lively and brisk and a great improvement on before, so we were glad of having the operation done, but we are worrying parents!

Rosie said...

Porridge sends her regards, hope M is ok

Jean said...

Hoping Molly is ok. xx

Tall Girl said...

hugs to Molly

Helli said...

effects of anaesthetic can be pretty evil for a while afterwards-thinking of you all -helli xxx

Granny J said...

We have had two social get togethers of local bloggers, which have proved to be fascinating. I got to meet mountain climbers, geeks, the owner of a fashion thrift shop, the operator of a very small radio station, a poet. A wonderful mix of good people.