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Tuesday, August 23rd, 2016 07:06 am
Dry, dry dry! Dew point is 60 °F this morning! And it was cool enough last night that we opened the windows.

I had a couple of blues yesterday: insecurity with work (i'm missing an obvious "figure this out" target, yet there are high pressure issues coming from multiple directions), and a sense of overwhelm when looking at a tangle of dead and dying trees and honeysuckle vines. The slow clipping of the vines must come first, i guess.

I don't know if we have enough room to pile the small trees while we clear. They take up a great deal of room on their sides. This is why i was burning periodically. There's definitely more stuff that needs burning -- the vines, in particular. Looks like rain at the end of the month and i'll have fuel for a fire waiting for then.
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Thursday, August 11th, 2016 07:29 am
The air conditioning was fixed yesterday morning, just in time. It was a cooler than usual night and we weren't so uncomfortable that we couldn't get through our usual evening and morning.

Yesterday after work i went out, clumsily hacked into tree and shrub trunks, and applied high concentrations of glyphosate to the wounds. I'd done some tests with autumn olive a few weeks ago, and it seems promising. I was delighted to find that the goats had girdled the mimosa and that it was quite dead. They'd done some trunk damage to the trees of heaven, but not enough. I do worry that there will be mimosa suckers for ages -- although maybe if we get the copper phosphate in the septic field that will be addressed.

In repairing the HVAC, Ken (the HVAC guy) noticed some other issues. He gave his advice, but i'm going to run it by my dad before acting on it. I also posted my thoughts to the county BBS. The county BBS certainly seems to have plenty of folks ready to dismiss liberals as the evil that is ruining the country. Then there's the right wing rumor machine at work: yesterday some one was pushing the theory that H Clinton is having transient small strokes. Nonetheless, i'm finding it fairly easy to filter the political noise from the neighborly signal. And for local politics, such as the preemptive zoning of the whole county, it is useful to read everyone's concerns.


So, before we bought our place in April, we had the sellers install a new condensation barrier in the crawlspace. Yesterday morning we had our HVAC friend out (heat pump had stopped due to a poor design of its condensation drain - again), and he noted that there was now condensation pooling on top of the barrier. He said he'd seen a lot of this recently, and the answer was sealing up the crawlspace instead of venting.

It seems to me that sealing up would be an amplifying choice: as long as it's dry, great, but if any moisture did get in, it would be harder to dry out. I suppose one could run a dehumidifier in the crawl space, but i'm not thrilled with yet another system to keep going.

Finding a way for pooled water to drain down through the moisture barrier seems like it would solve the current issue and still not allow much moisture to rise. Or maybe more effective venting? Some fan system? (Although that's another active system to maintain.)

I do like the hickory flooring, and i really hate mold.
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Monday, August 8th, 2016 06:57 am
Sunday morning: I keep wanting to go out in the cool of the morning to do yard work. This morning i note that it is 98% humidity, and the windows are frosted with condensation on the outside. It did dry up enough yesterday that i was able to apply Roundup to the "back yard." This is an area between the garage and the west side of the hose, wrapping around to the deck that is fenced in with a 4' high white (plastic) fence. It will be lovely for a dog some day -- and maybe even the cats. Currently the green weeds that grow in the area grow high and thick: hopefully i have put a stop to that. We'll put in a path this winter and plant grass for the spring. I might toss out winter rye or buckwheat if it looks too sad.

I've gotten to spend time with my sister's kids: they spent Friday morning here and then i took them to a mead festival to watch the knights, eat the crazy giant turkey legs (or, nibble at the outside of said legs), and visit the vendors. That was a pleasure, except for the damp enveloping heat. We came back to my home for desert and sodas before promptly returning them to my sister.

--== ∞ ==--

Monday morning: I actually stepped outside yesterday morning and it felt nice. We sat on the porch a bit and then i started some yard work and kept going for hours. There was digging, placing logs for the raised bed, weeding the edge of the logs on the "lawn" side of the logs so that only moss remained, and piling up of stuff to create a beginning of a hugelkultur bed. That's a raised bed that begins with a core of hardwood. We have hardwood! What we don't have is piles and piles of rotted compost or manure or any of the stuff layered on top of the logs. I have a start with sticks, branches, and a large chunk of a tree trunk that is part of the legacy from the previous owners. Some of their legacy manure went into that along with some stuff from the compost pile, then a thick pile of weeds -- it was pretty easy to get a great deal of green matter -- then the "turf," also known as chunks of red clay with grass. Later i went out and covered that with news paper. Eventually it will all silt into the gaps of the wood, but i think with out the paper one good downpour would wash it all away.
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Wednesday, July 27th, 2016 07:19 pm
Monday the elephants in the room were spooked into a stampede; yesterday was much unrest. I hope that there will be a lessening of distress today.

It's also miserable outside. There was a lovely drop in temperature as a storm came through, but by the time work was over, the tempts had regained ten degrees. I've really grown to appreciate doing things outside after work. It's just that even though it's five degrees cooler by 7 pm, the heat index was still 107 °F.

I went outside just before bed. Either it's too hot for the fireflies or they have all settled down: the light show has drawn to a close. The concert, though -- i wondered if it was louder than earlier this summer.  
I've just found several websites that may act as guides for me to sort through the katydids, crickets, and tree frogs that make up the massive chorus.
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Saturday, July 23rd, 2016 11:15 am
One last family event with the four year old who talks at the top of her lungs is ahead. It's at a loud Mexican restaurant, so i suppose i won't notice.

My other niece, E, is at her wits end. At one point this morning, my brother tried to dismiss his loud child to go play with E, and i caught the look in E's eyes. Too sweet by half to cry out, "What fresh hell is this?" I suggested that perhaps E had other plans. A little relief crossed into E's eyes, but i suspect she won't be at ease until S is on her way to Tampa to visit with my 99 year old grandmother.

Regrettably for the beginning of a many hour drive, my father is quite stressed. His mother's third husband (younger than his mother) has some worsening health issues, and my father wants to ensure his mother is not in a care taker role. (They still live on their own.) I hope all goes well for my dad on this trip, and that perhaps he can encourage them to move into an assisted living situation. He'll be sending Mom home early, and i'll be picking her up from the train station. With my own experience last year, i know to prepare for the delay.
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Saturday, July 9th, 2016 02:10 pm
I'm not sure just why everything seems so full -- i suppose having family near does create more events than while we were in California. It just seems i didn't get out to the yard this past week, yet my time disappeared. Christine notes that she thinks we are still tired: and we probably are. During the work days, i find myself drinking more coffee than i used to.

It was a short week, with a couple hours at my parents with my sister's family on the fourth and Thursday night in Chapel Hill celebrating my sister in law's birthday. The book reading we attended, from a novel about a woman who was raped and her journey for justice, was not really birthday celebration material. It was good to see a man, in this case an octogenarian retired family doctor, stand up and say this is something men need to work on.

A black friend who attends my California meeting sent a brief email about whiteness. Thinking about how i felt about the novelist -- i tell myself i will speak to my two black colleagues about the violence last week and how wrong it is. What were the things the Latinx LGBTQI communities wanted to hear after Orlando? Can i do that?

Today i went out to the farmer's market near the co-op, stopping to pick up cheese biscuits from Bojangle's for breakfast. After breakfast, i went outside and puttered in the yard, trying to keep to the shade. I discovered that one of the crepe myrtles had some sort of delicate white flower planted underneath it -- sort of like a miniature hyacinth? I weeded all the "grass" and the stilt grass from around the tree, leaving a large patch of moss, the mock strawberry (Duchesnea indica, sigh, nonnative) the lovely little flowers, and some clumps of a rush-like plant.
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Tuesday, June 21st, 2016 06:43 am
The year turns: Christine and i were married on a full moon winter solstice. The full moon summer solstice seems to mark the new chapter of our life together, with our 25th anniversary this winter and our return to NC (which i had left before i was married).

I'd hoped to feel ready for a ritual of some sort, but the ritual was a gathering for father's day.

We did make more progress clearing the way around the perimeter of the house. The perimeter is a bit hard to define: while the walls of the house are all mostly clear of plants, the way the back area is set up is a bit odd to me. When you come around the garage, you encounter a white (plastic) fence. If you enter into the fenced area you proceed around the garage, the west side of the house, begin going around the south side, climb the steps to the deck (maybe 2-3 foot off ground-level) ... and then you can go into the house, but not any further around -- the deck doesn't have an exit to the south.

Beyond the white fence, though, is jungle. Christine weed whacked on Saturday, giving me access to two crepe myrtles that needed pruning and dead wood removal and then to a corner which was overgrown with grape and honeysuckle. I took out two small trees that were significantly smothered. I am sad that one was an oak: I've only seen a few rather young white oaks. The other was a sweetgum (liquidamber) which grow like weeds. I've only started on the jungle there.

There were some elephant issues to deal with on Sunday; yesterday i was out of sorts -- probably lack of sleep. I'm hoping i begin to sleep better (ie: the cats are more settled).

Last evening though, oh -- i itch. Flea bites or chiggers/red bugs? I might have gotten the fleas at my sister's, and i might have walked around outside in sandals and a dress this weekend. I just ordered something with lidocaine in it in hopes of easing the discomfort, but i'll take another antihistamine today and tomorrow to cope. (Due to all my other skin conditions -- psoriasis and eczema -- an itch response triggers a cascade of discomforts.)

I found a way to pay the deer back for nibbling behind the house: i bought them a salt block. Unfortunately, the deer decided that the gladioli were a delicious evening desert. Lesson: pick them for inside as soon as they are blooming.

We now have a fully assembled bed and bedroom furniture AND a fully assembled guest room bed. We also have figured out an initial furniture arrangement for the office: i think this might help me begin to feel a little settled. We also have a tentative plan for the library, and we ordered a love seat (a muted and pale sea green-blue) on Sunday. Our next step is to pick out fabric samples from Cabinfield to compliment the love seat, and we will order a test mission-style recliner. Hopefully they are as comfortable as the price point indicates, and we will get a second. (Risking the investment on two is something we aren't comfortable with. I'd rather risk not having dye lots on upholstery and the woodstain match.)
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Sunday, June 5th, 2016 07:29 am
"This is to officially inform you that an Inter-Switch ATM Card with a fund worth($685,000.00 USD) Six Hundred And Eighty Five Thousand US Dollars only has been accredited in your favor by MICROSOFT in conjunction with OCEANIC bank as a result of the usage of the Internet ."

My usage of the Internet, eh? Is that because i've all but stopped using the internet?

--== ∞ ==--

The cats are still restless during the night. I think Edward is establishing his alpha-cat status by chasing Luigi & Greycie Loo all night. Luigi retaliates when he sees Edward resting, coming up from behind to grab Edward's scruff. Their vocal restlessness distresses Christine.

Christine despairs of ever catching up with the jungle wilderness around our place. I am becoming a concerned that The Goat Squad is out of business or too overwhelmed with business. I gave up waiting for an email reply and called. The voice mail is still up, so there's hope they are still in business.

Yesterday i burned all of the green trimmings, with fervent hopes that i was getting all the poison ivy out of the piles. After putting the fire out, i turned the ground where i had burned, loosening large hunks of the red clay and mixing in the ashes. (The local clay is supposed to be acidic, so adding a high pH amendment doesn't seem like a bad idea.)

The weed whacker is Christine's power tool of choice, and she's going after the stands of Japanese grass (Microstegium vimineum) that are left. We also bought a powerful mower and I, too, go after the M vimineum at the edges of the yard. I take it as good news that M vimineum can be controlled by getting to it before it goes to seed.

We've spent the past two evenings just enjoying the fall of night. It is a very different rhythm than in Mountain View. The best part is that i am getting so much exercise. I'm not sure my feet are very happy about it, but between the exercise, an inclination towards more responsible eating, walking on unpaved surfaces, maybe i'll manage to strengthen my ankles and recover from the plantar facitis.

In negative health news, there's some nasty bite on the back of my left calf, and a tick bit me on my left hip. The tick bite was probably from a dog tick and wasn't long enough to pass on disease. It's going to be fine, i'm sure, but yeech.

I'm listing many of our observations of the other inhabitants of our new home here: https://www.inaturalist.org/places/clowderwood Yesterday morning the cats alerted us to the arrival of Carolina wrens on the deck. The previous owners definitely kept bird feeders: i feel a little resistant to the idea. We spent so much money on bird food in California! I'd rather grow plants that have food for them, like sunflowers. I'm tempted to let a thistle go to seed for them to feed from, but i think that's a temptation i can withstand.

Off to sharpen my machete as a Sunday morning mediation.
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Thursday, June 2nd, 2016 07:39 am
Our household effects arrive next Monday. I'm somewhat preoccupied with the question of comfort since we are not exactly comfortable, definitely not overnight.

Long itemization of seating options )

From that list it seems we should be comfortable but the experience is not one of comfort. Probably we just need a few good nights' sleep. I hope we can figure out what the cats need soon.

We now have power tools for outside. I so wanted a reel mower, quiet and human powered. After a long chopping session ... Monday morning? ... i realized that right now we need all the leverage we can get in battling the invasive species. Christine has a weed whacker and i have a beefy self-propelled lawn mower. We assembled our tools last night and went to work. I was bright red and wrung out after mowing the large east yard, but i was also satisfied. I was able to easily lower the mower to two inches to crop the plants growing in the area we want to convert to a mossy glade, the raise it back to three or four inches to crop the area that will continue to have vascular plants as ground cover. Quite a bit of clover -- white clover (Trifolium repens) i presume -- as well as the invasive Japanese grass. I'm happy with the clover, and, if that's what we end up with mostly as "lawn" i'll be satisfied for a while. I made headway into the un-mowed areas my sister left. Today we may go out for the evening with Christine's sister, but if not i'll be getting the west side that has more unmown area.

So much, though, for the idea of gentle surveys and rescuing varieties of plants to right homes. The jungle quality of lush and rapid growth is impressive and we'd like to be able to actually walk the perimeter of the house. In the back, the vines and such are growing right up to the deck and the fenced area. I haven't heard from the Goat Squad yet: i may call today.

I do love having a clothes washer & dryer inside. I'm getting that chore taken care of more promptly, although the limited clothing and linens at hand may have something to do with it. Indeed, chores and settling in are taking all my free time, it seems.
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Thursday, May 12th, 2016 06:43 am
The drama about the plumbing took a different turn on Tuesday. The plumber had left the bathroom tidy and we set off into the hills to visit various vistas, Los Trancos and Russian Ridge in particular. Periodically my phone would beep with some received message but it wasn't until we pulled into the parking lot at San Gregorino State Beach that we were in signal when someone tried to call.

Dad asked, what is this about Laura finding vandalism at the house?! Our adrenaline surged and i promptly got off to call my sister -- but as i did, i realized i had texted her about the bathroom drama. It turns out she asked Mom, who didn't know about the black water and plumbing snake during the closing. Laura was exasperated: she had repeatedly explained to Mom that nothing was wrong at the new hose. I called my Dad back and let him know it was the known issue with the apartment.

What a game of telephone!

My mother's confusion -- and her certainty of incorrect information -- is part of why i am glad we are moving closer to them, and is going to be one of the challenges. I've found her to be an unreliable narrator for many years, previously predicated on the extrapolations and interpolations she would make and then treat as fact. I certainly extrapolate and interpolate, myself, but i try very hard to keep my speculations clear from the facts. Mom would impute some psychological drama to a family member and reason from there, coming to various conclusions and then treating those as fact.

Now it seems that the leaps are getting a little more wild and correction even harder. I think Mom knows this to some extent. The amount of deference to my father is novel, she is more cautious in the face of new things.

Shifting from exasperation -- from years when it seemed she almost willfully misheard or misrepresented or selectively forgot details -- to a recognition that Mom's capability is diminished is important now. My first challenge, i think, once settled, will be to get her a baseline cognitive screening.

--== ∞ ==-- Meanwhile --== ∞ ==--

I placed most of my plants out for people to take last night. My heart was heavy as i did so. All the plants look so scraggly when pulled out of context, and so many of them are volunteers or survivors -- not carefully groomed specimens.

And i need to leave my Meyer lemon tree. I read the USDA recommendations and NC plant importation rules. While i wouldn't be moving citrus from a quarantine zone, the last thing i want to do is bring something harmful to our new paradise (because it appears i will have plenty of weeds and established invasives to deal with). In particular "phytophagous snails" seem to be a concern for NC, with California a source, and i know i've got slugs in the garden and there are plenty of snails around here.

Phytophagous was a new word for me: Greek for herbivore, i guess? Hmm, "Plant" is from Latin, but "eater" seems like its good Old English.

Anyhow, my heart aches and, as i smell a lemon picked from the "tree" (very very dwarf shrub), i tear up. Christine has cried on my behalf: i feel my stoic wall go up against the feelings, i know i have little signs in my mind: "Do not enter, distressing feelings here."

I've been avoiding the deck garden for months, knowing this time would come.
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Sunday, May 8th, 2016 11:15 am
I am feeling an odd grief. I just repacked some boxes that had all sorts of mementos from my childhood into graduate school. Random rocks, a tub of shells, letters from friends long dropped (the depression of graduate school created a rift in time). Diaries and diaries and gardening and weather journals.

I'm not sure why there's grief. Guilt is washing through, too, i suspect: i have all this STUFF. What am i going to do, reconstruct my life?

--== ∞ ==--

Reading letters to me, i recognize something similar yet different from the LJ community. There's a subtle quality of receiving something written to yourself, and i know i have not engaged that way for ages. Something blocks me from replies, a stress of sorts, should i reply to this or that or the long long list....

I wonder if i can change that with this move.

--== ∞ ==--

Worship is over at the Meeting house. I'm heading over to attend Meeting for Business.

Christine is very frustrated with the house buying process: i'm so glad it's almost over. We've not yet seen what we need to sign by proxy on Tuesday. I do expect our lawyer to get us the papers, but Christine doesn't think that's going to happen.

[I then spent time reading up on the closing process in NC. Maybe we have everything we need already, except titles and deeds?]
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Tuesday, January 5th, 2016 07:15 am
I dreamed office HQ was eight hours of driving away. Did the basin and range and the rockies disappear? At least dream geography got I-80 correct.

My new year is in the spring, the beginning of March with my birthday. I've tried to use January and February as a dreaming time, a time to evaluate and set course. I'm not sure i want to change course this year, though.

The Elephant in the Room has been an overwhelming aspect of the past few years. We're in a phase where Christine is slowly assembling a vessel from shattered pieces of the past. I can see the progress, remember when all there were were shattered pieces. I know she's making progress, but it's still a difficult task.

I note that, because i feel aware of how the antidepressants i use cut me off from a treasured part of myself. Maybe i will see about reducing the medications, replacing with caffeine as necessary. Still, i make significant effort to keep an even keel with the Elephant in the Room shifting its weight unpredictably. I trust that the antidepressants keep my resources available to me and provide a type of predictability.

The focus on building habits, finishing projects, releasing the things we've accumulated that marked last year still seem valuable. I can't help but start new creative efforts, but the scope seems more focussed.

One lesson of the past year is that i am incredibly challenged when it comes to developing habits of doing things. I think it was a year ago i tried starting some basic intentional habits of the sort that most people have had since they were small children. I must still make a conscious effort.
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Thursday, December 31st, 2015 07:42 am
Oh, fiddle. I still have packages to pack up and send.

Oh well.

--== ∞ ==--

I'm reading M Train by Patti Smith, terribly jealous that she's written something so beautiful. I could write like this, i think, and wish i took more time writing. There's a class in memoir writing at the public library that i've just discussed taking with Christine. (Turns out she has purchased "The Art of Memoir" by Mary Karr.

Maybe i should just write.

I'm thinking about writing through the apartment, just seeing where objects take me.

--== ∞ ==--

It is NOT the last chance to help all the worthy causes in the world. We try to make our contributions monthly and ARGH, i am sick of end of year pleas.
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Saturday, December 26th, 2015 07:07 am
Thank you all for sharing your lives and friendship with me. It enriches me.

--== ∞ ==--

Yesterday I participated in small ways in the hosting of folks without homes at our Meetinghouse. Visiting with early risers on Christmas morning has been a pleasure these past few years. This year it was a bit of a monologue, and i find myself a little judgmental that the person who was speaking was a bit more judgmental about "them" -- other homeless folks who aren't like him -- than I would expect. Reflecting on it, staying proud and "normal" under rough circumstances probably takes more than a little mind games. I really can't imagine. I did feel a little for the other early riser who had been under a roof for only a few nights.

And as i wrote a Swedish cousin in the early hours before i left, i felt shame for my country and how we do not meet the basic needs of folks.

--== ∞ ==--

I made a desert for the Christmas dinner, an attempt at "no bake bars." They're sticky and gooey: i hope folks' dental work survived. The flavors, though, seemed delightful: i used honey instead of molasses (which i ran out of making mulled cider). The salt, toasted coconut, "craisins," cinnamon, ginger, and cardamon came together in a wonderful flavor that kept the sweetness in balance.

The mulled cider is again filling the house with scent. Lesson learned yesterday: the slow cooker will not bring the cider up to heat from room temperature cider. It never got warm the hour i spent at the Meeting house.

The green beans from frozen that i "made" yesterday were quickly zapped up: onions in butter until transparent, the water for microwave cooking with a dash of liquid smoke and Worcestershire sauce. Christine's hint to use the liquid smoke was a good one.

--== ∞ ==--

It's pretty crisp here. Yesterday the car was well frosted over. The Mt Hamilton "HamCam" shows snow still at the four thousand plus foot elevation.

There's a negative tide today: i think instead of walking up at the crest of the Santa Cruz mountains (lower elevation than Mt Hamilton, but still) we should go to the coast and visit some tide pools.
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Wednesday, December 16th, 2015 06:25 am
More rain is coming, and it's churlish to complain. Although it's made picking out something to do next Monday a challenge. Art museums are closed - that was the top of the list - and it doesn't look like pleasant weather to visit Yosemite.

[personal profile] a_muse_d: it looks like you really have rain headed your way. Thinking of you.

I have been incommunicado. I have revised my assessment and now think this is 60% depression and not just the cold. My resistance to communication (replying to comments, email) is one significant symptom. Yes, thank you for the well wishes! I'm receiving, just not sending. This morning journaling is an attempt to break that habit. (It's not that big a break.)

Yesterday i ran the bright, bright light, and that helped immensely. With the rain coming i will need to be extra intentional about getting light.

Regarding the other 40%, i've some strategies. My lungs are clear, and i am not in an asthma flare. The doctor suspects a sinus infection and suggests using the "rescue" inhaler as a prophylactic. I need to get out and walk, and taking the inhaler in advance seems a good plan. Similarly, before meetings. Since the medication has a non-negligible co-pay, I am happy to get some use out of it beyond carrying it everywhere with me until it expires.

I think Christine and i have been reinforcing a negative spiral with each other: with both of us trying to pull back on the stick, maybe we can both be in a cheery place by Monday (which is our 24th anniversary).

Hmm - and then there's exercise with the rain coming. Maybe i should strategize a bit on the deck with the bike stand. The "go to a big box store and do laps" is utterly unappealing at this time of year.
Or maybe this is the time to get serious about a yoga routine.

Luigi, the cat we adopted from our neighbor this summer, is settling in. He visits me at my desk, reaches out to stop me from walking past him without a scritch. He is a large-ish cat, and hasn't really grocked how to use a lap. He stands and sits upright. Yesterday, for the first time, he settled down for a moment. He's a very sweet cat, although he has a vacuum cleaner appetite. Smooches mooches is a nickname, given how he goes around to the other cats' bowls to finish up for them. Given Greyie Loo's name, he's also being called Wigi Loo (and Ouija Board) at times.
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Saturday, December 12th, 2015 10:59 am
I've been back again in the unwell camp, these past few days. Wednesday and Thursday were busy and wore me down a bit, and by Friday my manager told me to take the rest of the day off after our meeting around 2 pm. Not that i'd done much, so far, that day.

I'm back scanning in old documents: going through my health care records this morning. It's rather easy to tell that drug interaction information goes online as i stop filing the information that comes with drugs, and then that digital record keeping overtakes paper.

Aaaannnnnddddd.... that's it.
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Monday, December 7th, 2015 07:01 am
I am feeling better, hurrah! My mind is going in a million directions and i am cautioning myself that i am better than i have been, not that i've become some sort of super woman. To often there's the post recovery blues when i think "better" means "can do the to-do list by just thinking about it."

As far as my father's fall, the university hospital can not find anything wrong. I understand he's moving to a rehab unit today. The worry is that the pain means the doctors have missed something.

Waiting: what would be a visual symbol of waiting? The first thing that comes to mind is a bus stop -- that could be easily stylized into something that can be recognized at a glance. Flower buds and little sprouts can be read with other meanings like hope -- but i think i can accept that as part of waiting. Tea kettle - watched pot never boils.... Christine suggests clocks -- maybe hour or minute glass?


Poll #17161 What does waiting look like?
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What does waiting look like?

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bus stop
4 (66.7%)

sprouts and buds
0 (0.0%)

tea kettle
1 (16.7%)

candle in the window
0 (0.0%)

clock with hands
1 (16.7%)

digital clock
0 (0.0%)

hour glass/minute glass
2 (33.3%)

other in comments
1 (16.7%)

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Saturday, December 5th, 2015 09:11 am
Under the weather-ness continues.

My dad has been in the hospital for the past few days from a fall. Nothing is broken but he has some mysterious hip pain when he sets his foot on the floor. I hadn't been worried before, but going on 48 hours... I think the plan is to release him in to a rehab unit. He broke one ankle summer 2014 (the same summer i sprained two of mine). I'm not sure it is reassuring to know how being a klutz runs in my genes.

I read Phoenix in Shadow yesterday as a relaxing entertainment. In the evening, Christine wanted a "feel good movie." I don't tend to want feel good movies that make you feel too distressed before the feel good happens -- i'm sorry, but watching someone wrestle with whether their children are going to die is not entertaining even if i know the crochety doctor will find the solution in the end (per trailer for Extraordinary Measures). We watched RED 2 with Helen Mirren instead. (And she does her shooting barefoot in one scene, and her toes curl as she pulls the trigger.)
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Friday, December 4th, 2015 08:05 am
So, i've been under the weather and sleeping a good deal. Christine has been blue (anniversary of her mother's death, sibling relationships). We've had rain (yay), and i've realized how critical it is to have the bright light going.

I did buy a scanner on impulse-ish on Monday, when i stumbled upon a very good offer. At the very least, it's been motivation to throw out a ton of paper. Sitting next to a big file box and looking at documents has been a pleasant thing to do while resting. My first test scans were on paper that was clearly asking to jam. I've trimmed the jam-triggering curls off the edge and will see if the rest of this document will scan easily. It's copies of papers from a seminar i attended in college my junior year, i think. The two day seminar was on climate change, and motivated me to really want to change fields and help. I asked a faculty member about changing fields, and he -- in retrospect, pessimistically -- discouraged me, saying that it wasn't the science but the politics that needed addressing.

He was very right about the politics, don't misunderstand me, but i don't think staying my academic course was the right advice to give young student me.

Anyhow, lots of memorabilia in boxes that could be made much more accessible and inexpensive to move.

Hopefully the lingering cold will get bored and move on.
elainegrey: Inspired by Grypping/gripping beast styles from Nordic cultures (Default)
Thursday, November 19th, 2015 03:33 am
Re bewailing my hotel:

The quirky story is even better in the full form -- it will be a good story to tell. Despite the good laugh Christine got when i told her, i don't think i'm ready to spin this yarn until i find out who pays for the uncanceled, unused reservation. (It won't matter in telling the story later, i just have a little anxiety about how the new corporate card and then new expense system work, and feel miserable at the thought of sorting it out with our financial staff. The bill for the new corporate card goes to the company, not me.)

I have a reservation at the hotel next to this one. I'm at the one a number of other folks urged me to stay at, but i already had made the reservation at the other one, which had some odd cancellation policy. I didn't realize there were two on this side of the highway.

So folks have been saying, "I'm a the X, where are you?" And i reply i'm at the Y. But i'm really at the X.

I have apparently been just squeaking past seeing folks at breakfast.

Meanwhile, the hotel charge tangle sits on top of a software architecture tangle. I couldn't fall to sleep last night with my usual ease. I think i've teased apart some of the issues, but i'm altogether unhappy. At least i found the issue now.