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darcydodoJuly 2, 2003
The morning was uneventful, except it rained. And rained and rained. Lots and wetly. My shoes flooded to the extent that I thought my feet must have committed some grievous sin. Maybe they were just dirty.
In any case, after an hour or possibly two, we stopped in Cormery. There were two things of interest here, and the rain was finally lightening. I wanted to see the old abbey, and we all wanted to get some macaroons, for which Cormery is (justly) famous. The abbey was down a rock-strewn path, and we couldn't quite figure out if there was a real entrance. At once point I got back on my bike, having previously dismounted for one reason or another, and suddenly heard a loud hissing, which I fairly quickly determined was coming from my front wheel. We all had spare tires, but bike tires are, as it turns out, a hell of a pain to change. I don't see how anybody could ever do it alone, or quickly, let alone both together, which apparently seems to be perfectly possible. But we did eventually get the tire changed, and the sun came out, and we got macaroons and sablés.
The remainder of the ride to Azay-le-Rideau was again reasonably uneventful; we managed to avoid a steep hill by accidentally taking a slightly different route — the benefit of tracing a guidebook map backwards. In town, once safely ensconced in our hotel room, I fell soundly asleep for a good hour or more (that would be instead of usefully keeping my journal); then we set out to find dinner. We ended up at a restaurant called Ridelloise, recommended by our guide book (which seems to have fairly unerring good taste) as reasonably cheap and very tasty. I had started to write what we had, but I realized that I was going to quickly get sick of writing down exactly what we had at every meal, since we always got full menus. So from now on, only food of great note will be mentioned.
Here ended my journal entry, and the next one didn't get written until July 7. There are definitely things from the intervening days that I want to write about, but I obviously don't have nearly so clear a memory of the events any more as I once did. This is highly frustrating. I will probably write some sort of conglomerate entry, but now I need to decide whether to post it or the entry from the 7th first. Any ideas from anyone?
The morning was uneventful, except it rained. And rained and rained. Lots and wetly. My shoes flooded to the extent that I thought my feet must have committed some grievous sin. Maybe they were just dirty.
In any case, after an hour or possibly two, we stopped in Cormery. There were two things of interest here, and the rain was finally lightening. I wanted to see the old abbey, and we all wanted to get some macaroons, for which Cormery is (justly) famous. The abbey was down a rock-strewn path, and we couldn't quite figure out if there was a real entrance. At once point I got back on my bike, having previously dismounted for one reason or another, and suddenly heard a loud hissing, which I fairly quickly determined was coming from my front wheel. We all had spare tires, but bike tires are, as it turns out, a hell of a pain to change. I don't see how anybody could ever do it alone, or quickly, let alone both together, which apparently seems to be perfectly possible. But we did eventually get the tire changed, and the sun came out, and we got macaroons and sablés.
The remainder of the ride to Azay-le-Rideau was again reasonably uneventful; we managed to avoid a steep hill by accidentally taking a slightly different route — the benefit of tracing a guidebook map backwards. In town, once safely ensconced in our hotel room, I fell soundly asleep for a good hour or more (that would be instead of usefully keeping my journal); then we set out to find dinner. We ended up at a restaurant called Ridelloise, recommended by our guide book (which seems to have fairly unerring good taste) as reasonably cheap and very tasty. I had started to write what we had, but I realized that I was going to quickly get sick of writing down exactly what we had at every meal, since we always got full menus. So from now on, only food of great note will be mentioned.
Here ended my journal entry, and the next one didn't get written until July 7. There are definitely things from the intervening days that I want to write about, but I obviously don't have nearly so clear a memory of the events any more as I once did. This is highly frustrating. I will probably write some sort of conglomerate entry, but now I need to decide whether to post it or the entry from the 7th first. Any ideas from anyone?
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Date: 2003-07-28 11:42 pm (UTC)My mom knows I write something, but I think she'd be cross if she found out about fanfic in the first place (at least that I write it myself). She gets cross about everything that "wastes" even a minute of my time. You'd think I was still 12...
As for femslash in particular, see the above comment. And if I wrote non-fem-slash, I think she'd quite possibly take the exact same view towards it as she would to femslash. Maybe. I dunno. Gah, I'm confusing myself now. :)
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Hee. I can see her point, not re: writing but re: wasting my time. *sigh* I don't mean you, of course, but this whole internet thing in general...