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[elainegrey]

joedecker has written about the invasive, punishing patdowns being done to travelers who refuse the invasive backscatter scanners. With Christine traveling, i'm worried, and this morning the worry has gotten out of hand. I wish i could trust that TSA would be well educated about the varieties of bodies and would be able to treat everyone with dignity and preserve their privacy, but ... exhale. Worry.

Christine writes, "I'm glad to know about these possibilities, but I'm not going to fear or worry about them. I am OK with who I am before and after surgery.... I am real. Deal with it!"

I hate to think how worked up i had apparently gotten. I think i've always wanted to protect Christine from folk who might not treat her with dignity, and i forget how strong a person she is.

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Meanwhile, i am developing a wish list of "nice to haves" that surprises me. I want a Saris Bones 805 2-Bike Trunk Mount Rack, a Xootr Mg, and Freedom Pro Bluetooth Keyboard. The temptation to just order it all sits there, an unfamiliar companion. Usually if somethings over $20 i hem and haw over ordering it until a long digestion takes place. But i really miss the bike rack, and who knows, maybe a bike rack would make commuting by bike more appealing (in that it would be easier for Christine to rescue me if she had the car). Right now i have a mental stop about commuting by bike, and that's why i want the Xooter. And i suck at typing on my phone, and that's why i want the keyboard.

I suppose January 1 and the change in my commute options is fast approaching.

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I really don't want to eat the last of my sardine pie. I'm not quite sure what is such a turn off. I think the great big beef steak tomatoes really aren't that delectable cooked, and there's something harsh about the onion. The sardines are, surprisingly to me, not the concern.

Last night i had cabbage and a veggie patty, and the fruit compote was my second lunch. Today's meals will be eaten out: lunch with friends and grocery store sushi between therapy and Oversight. Note: the new Safeway in Menlo Park on El Camino has an amazing sushi display.

Yesterday evening i was restless just before 5 pm. I found that i couldn't find the litter scoop, so i ran to the grocery store with my neighbor. It was good to check in with her, and i found she needed a plunger i could loan her. She needed a few minutes to get ready, so i got the laundry started and then picked her up. There was much chatting, and a nice hug as i left her at her place.
I switched the laundry from washer to drier, hung up the things we dry inside, and did a through kitty box cleaning. It felt good to do the errands and housework for that couple of hours. Then i settled in front of netflix with my crochet.

I tried watching The Fountainhead (Gary Cooper as Howard Roark), but i was apparently far more tolerant of wooden dialogue when i was a teen than i am now. I had a brief fling as an Ayn Rand fan as a senior in high school. Youthful indiscretion, i'd claim now. I gave up when Dominique appears at the quarry, knowing i couldn't stand to see the bizzarre presentation of the romantic relationship begin.

Then i tried watching Constantine, which i think i had seen before. Sigh. Not really what i wanted. I was back in Portwynn for Doc Martin for a little more of the evening.

I did up a toe and had it shaped wrong, frogged it, and did up the toe again.

Now to get off to work.

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[laughingrat]

I hope Christine's travel goes okay. *crosses fingers*

"Dracula" is something I find soothing in those "What movie?" moments. Or "Scarface." Both the 1930s versions. ;)