April 3, 2012

Tuesday - Stormy….weather watch all over Japan

An okay day. I went to bed last night because F was still up and I didn’t think that he’d go to bed unless I did. I was in bed before him.

This morning I got up and watched the last bit of Thank God it’s Friday. It wasn’t bad actually. I almost wish I had seen more of it. There were quite a few interesting people in the movie. Jeff Goldblum and Debra Winger were there as was one of the Kids from Fame!

I had a quiet middle afternoon. I even napped a bit on the couch. I didn’t mean to, I just couldn’t keep my eyes open. After a bit, I decided to go out and run a couple of errands. I went to the craft store but even though I really wanted to, I didn’t buy anything. They had some lovely wool and it was tempting, but I have one project on the go now and another in mind, so this really wouldn’t have been a good idea.

I went to the drug store and got a few things for myself. It had been threatening to storm all day, and between the craft store and the drugstore it started to rain. They were just across the road from each other, so I was a tad worried for going home. However, when I finished in the drugstore, the rain had stopped. The wind had picked up and that made getting home a difficult but necessary thing to do. I had wanted to stop and have a drink somewhere, but there really wasn’t a good place to do that.

I came home and relaxed for a bit and watched as my friends in the south part of Japan wrote about the storm on Facebook. Yikes.

F came home and after Project Runway we went out for dinner. We went to Framboise where we were the only customers. We had a good meal, and came home via the grocery store near the station.

We were quiet at home, probably because F was angry with me. At the grocery store I asked him to please throw out the ramen seasoning packets that he always keeps because it is much easier to do it one by one, than 20 or more at a time like I end up doing. He snapped at me that the reason he was buying some seasoning today was that he couldn’t find any because I’d thrown them out. Well, honestly. He had 20+ packets lying around. I was sick of them. I have no idea how old they were, so I chucked them. Bad me.

I watched Criminal Minds and nearly had a meltdown when I couldn’t find my crochet hook. It was in my afghan, just not where I remembered. I managed to calm down a bit and felt better for a while.

The storm is really going on outside…(sounds like a Meat Loaf song) and I am getting more and more tense. F has got up and is gracing me with his presence. This is my quiet time to relax before bed but I’m not relaxed. I’ll try and read some of my history book or something. Wish me luck. Night.