The moose dinner was divine. Not gamy at all. It was a marvelous evening with good friends and lots of laughs. It was kind of a repeat of a dinner we had 10 years ago, same friends different residence, and I forgot how well this particular mix meshes. Of course ten years ago, I didn't speak French, so this time I got the jokes. Also I guess we're more grown up now, because instead of ice cream for dessert, we had cheese.
Yesterday was kind of dull. I finished up our taxes, prepped for work this week and practiced the piano. Boy am I rusty. I haven't played since before Christmas. I had to feel my way through a few songs trying to remember them. My fingers remember better than my brain, so that if I think about it too much, I won't find it, but if I play real fast without concentrating, my hands will remember and I can watch them to figure out the chords. Weird actually. I wonder what memories are locked up in other body parts.
Serge went out to home depot in the afternoon. He invited me to come along, but I hate going there with him, because we have to do every single aisle, and I turn into a bitch questioning the merit of everything he puts in the cart. So I said, "You go honey, I'll stay home and practice the piano." He was looking for the lights to replace burned out ones in our kitchen and bathroom. It appears they don't make them anymore because we can't find them anywhere. Anyway, he didn't find them, but that didn't stop him from buying things. Things like a toilet seat. "Why did you buy a toilet seat?" I asked. "Because ours is disgusting and you can't clean it," he reasoned. I wondered aloud why we couldn't just paint the underside (where the icky stains are that bother him). I also asked if it was going to fit, seeing as how we have a kind of designer toilet (bordering on oxymoronic, that) and he said, "They're all the same." I don't think it's going to fit. I'm 99 percent sure of that. Oh well, I should just be happy he didn't buy a whole new toilet.