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I'm shipping an orchid to my grandmother for her birthday. She lives between Tampa and Saratoga. I spent a lot of time on the web seeing if any Florida orchid grower i could find would ship her one, starting with the many growers within an hour of her home. The growers that had online catalogs and would ship indicated that their orchid was "blooming size" and would bloom in the next year -- but the orchid was not in bloom currently. So, i'm using FTD. And her orchid is shipping from the Chicago area.
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I chose to take time off yesterday to deal with the car and just "be sane." From nine to noon was simply packed with car stuff. I wasn't as productive in the afternoon, poking the monthly report with a stick. Oh how the monthly report drives me nuts. Towards the top of the list is the monthly chance to feel like we're behind, i'm not leading effectually, etc. Then there's the sense that it's just meaningless fodder for a system that digests abstracted data to the point where no one could make an appropriate leadership decision from the reports.
We have a rental, some huge-to-me vehicle that will drink gasoline like mad. I may call the rental place on Friday and see if i can switch it. One lesson: Christine's zip car subscription is worth the premium price because of the time savings. The wait at the rental place was long and the choices were minimal. With the Zip car, well, one zips in and out. Now that there's a rental place for Zip cars in Los Altos, it's even more agreeable. (Why there's NOT a Zip car station at the Caltrain Station in Mountain View continues to mystify me.)
Helen's damage will be estimated by Thursday.
Entertaining was the claims adjuster speaking to Christine and i on the phone. I was Mrs [Grey] and she was Miss [Grey]. It's pretty clear on USAA's records that Christine is my spouse, since she transitioned years after we opened our bank accounts and insurance with them.
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I should be satisfied with yesterday evening. I estimated i could do .7 spoons (using a corrective factor from Sunday's over estimate). I did .6 spoons.
I'm having a hard time feeling satisfied: i took hours off work, was not effective, didn't commute, and i just barely met my estimate. But this is part of the deal i'm to be making with myself. I'm not superwoman. I took the time needed and Christine, with a terrible headache all morning that she napped off in the early afternoon, told me how much she appreciated me taking the lead (and taking the notes) on the initial insurance stuff.
I am satisfied that i chose to take care of us in a manner that kept us unstressed and at ease.
I am satisfied that i got a work call and my Monthly Report done.
I am satisfied that i met my expectations for getting things done in the evening.
(And oh how there are voices that are screaming dissent with all this!)
Today, going to the office after phone calls. Home. I don't see this being a particularly stressful day, so i'm going to keep the same .7 spoon estimate. (To give a sense of scale, an hour interacting with people would be 1.3 spoons, an hour exercising would be .9 spoons.)
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I chose to take time off yesterday to deal with the car and just "be sane." From nine to noon was simply packed with car stuff. I wasn't as productive in the afternoon, poking the monthly report with a stick. Oh how the monthly report drives me nuts. Towards the top of the list is the monthly chance to feel like we're behind, i'm not leading effectually, etc. Then there's the sense that it's just meaningless fodder for a system that digests abstracted data to the point where no one could make an appropriate leadership decision from the reports.
We have a rental, some huge-to-me vehicle that will drink gasoline like mad. I may call the rental place on Friday and see if i can switch it. One lesson: Christine's zip car subscription is worth the premium price because of the time savings. The wait at the rental place was long and the choices were minimal. With the Zip car, well, one zips in and out. Now that there's a rental place for Zip cars in Los Altos, it's even more agreeable. (Why there's NOT a Zip car station at the Caltrain Station in Mountain View continues to mystify me.)
Helen's damage will be estimated by Thursday.
Entertaining was the claims adjuster speaking to Christine and i on the phone. I was Mrs [Grey] and she was Miss [Grey]. It's pretty clear on USAA's records that Christine is my spouse, since she transitioned years after we opened our bank accounts and insurance with them.
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I should be satisfied with yesterday evening. I estimated i could do .7 spoons (using a corrective factor from Sunday's over estimate). I did .6 spoons.
I'm having a hard time feeling satisfied: i took hours off work, was not effective, didn't commute, and i just barely met my estimate. But this is part of the deal i'm to be making with myself. I'm not superwoman. I took the time needed and Christine, with a terrible headache all morning that she napped off in the early afternoon, told me how much she appreciated me taking the lead (and taking the notes) on the initial insurance stuff.
I am satisfied that i chose to take care of us in a manner that kept us unstressed and at ease.
I am satisfied that i got a work call and my Monthly Report done.
I am satisfied that i met my expectations for getting things done in the evening.
(And oh how there are voices that are screaming dissent with all this!)
Today, going to the office after phone calls. Home. I don't see this being a particularly stressful day, so i'm going to keep the same .7 spoon estimate. (To give a sense of scale, an hour interacting with people would be 1.3 spoons, an hour exercising would be .9 spoons.)
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When i told the rental agent that my spouse would be the other driver, the agent used "she" (i'm 75% sure) so, the right data must have been transferred. 8)
The headache was a sign of the fact that when she finally got home Sunday night she had an alcoholic drink, and those don't mix well with her meds. 8)