Day 98

25 mins at 3.0 and 6 mins on the rower which is absolutely getting easier.  I'm interested to see how Jerome shows me to use it.  Today, I rowed next to a woman who really looked like she knew what she was doing so I tried to mimic her movements and figured out that it is easy to let my arms do no work.  I gotta remember to make sure I make my arms work.

Today's crowd was huge.  And especially for a Thursday.  I did get there a little later than usual but still...  I felt like I had missed a memo!  Off to the shower. 

But, first... a sticker!

Day 98

25 mins at 3.0 and 6 mins on the rower which is absolutely getting easier.  I'm interested to see how Jerome shows me to use it.  Today, I rowed next to a woman who really looked like she knew what she was doing so I tried to mimic her movements and figured out that it is easy to let my arms do no work.  I gotta remember to make sure I make my arms work.

Today's crowd was huge.  And especially for a Thursday.  I did get there a little later than usual but still...  I felt like I had missed a memo!  Off to the shower. 

But, first... a sticker!

Once upon a mattress

Today I am going mattress shopping.  It's not going to be a big festuche.  I have one (locally owned) shop picked out and I'm going to go talk to them and likely come out with a mattress.  Well, probably not one tucked under my arm but... 

I have rather a short but textured history of mattresses...

My first bed of my own really wasn't.  I moved out of the college dorm and I needed a bed and I had no money and I lived in a city that had more Catholics than curbs so I went to St. Vicent DePaul's and paid $5 for a combo box springs and mattress... delivered.  I put it on the floor and slept on it for two years.  I still remember the ridges where, obviously, two people had slept for a bascillion years before me. I always found that comforting.

Then I inherited a mattress from a moving friend and used it on the floor and on frames for several years and moves until finally I bought my first house and it came furnished.  I took that bed with me when I got married into the house I bought with my husband.  And I left it there.

When I got divorced my two big divorce presents to me were my first computer and a waterbed.  A super single waterbed.  I was tired of old (my husband was (and still is last I heard) 21 years older than me) and stodgy and, honestly, I was tired of men.  So I bought a bed big enough for me and me alone and it was a waterbed and I loved it.  And it was the most comfortable thing I ever slept in.

Along the way, over the years, some boyfriend or other brought over a bigger waterbed to swap out for the super single for a full waterbed and I had that puppy until I moved here to Seattle.  I really only gave it up because it looked cheap and tacky and I could not find a waterbed that did not. 

It was really really great sleeping and very comfortable but I prided myself on not being precious about sleeping - I can sleep anywhere anytime on anything...

So I went down to the Bon Marche and plopped down $100 and bought a full bed mattress and laid it across the slats on my new bed.  That was 15 years ago and it's still there today.

I've been thinking that it might be time to replace it for a while.  (Yep, those stupid ads on TV are getting to me.) But, this morning I woke up cramped and sore from having slept on one limb or another incorrectly.   That did it.  That put the button in the ticking...  I'm too old to be precious any more.  I'm going to the mattress store.  And since the shop I have picked out is very near a Taco Time and I am sorely in need of one of their delicious soft burritos, I'm thinking about lunchtime would be a good time.

Once upon a mattress

Today I am going mattress shopping.  It's not going to be a big festuche.  I have one (locally owned) shop picked out and I'm going to go talk to them and likely come out with a mattress.  Well, probably not one tucked under my arm but... 

I have rather a short but textured history of mattresses...

My first bed of my own really wasn't.  I moved out of the college dorm and I needed a bed and I had no money and I lived in a city that had more Catholics than curbs so I went to St. Vicent DePaul's and paid $5 for a combo box springs and mattress... delivered.  I put it on the floor and slept on it for two years.  I still remember the ridges where, obviously, two people had slept for a bascillion years before me. I always found that comforting.

Then I inherited a mattress from a moving friend and used it on the floor and on frames for several years and moves until finally I bought my first house and it came furnished.  I took that bed with me when I got married into the house I bought with my husband.  And I left it there.

When I got divorced my two big divorce presents to me were my first computer and a waterbed.  A super single waterbed.  I was tired of old (my husband was (and still is last I heard) 21 years older than me) and stodgy and, honestly, I was tired of men.  So I bought a bed big enough for me and me alone and it was a waterbed and I loved it.  And it was the most comfortable thing I ever slept in.

Along the way, over the years, some boyfriend or other brought over a bigger waterbed to swap out for the super single for a full waterbed and I had that puppy until I moved here to Seattle.  I really only gave it up because it looked cheap and tacky and I could not find a waterbed that did not. 

It was really really great sleeping and very comfortable but I prided myself on not being precious about sleeping - I can sleep anywhere anytime on anything...

So I went down to the Bon Marche and plopped down $100 and bought a full bed mattress and laid it across the slats on my new bed.  That was 15 years ago and it's still there today.

I've been thinking that it might be time to replace it for a while.  (Yep, those stupid ads on TV are getting to me.) But, this morning I woke up cramped and sore from having slept on one limb or another incorrectly.   That did it.  That put the button in the ticking...  I'm too old to be precious any more.  I'm going to the mattress store.  And since the shop I have picked out is very near a Taco Time and I am sorely in need of one of their delicious soft burritos, I'm thinking about lunchtime would be a good time.

Adventures!!

The mattress is bought.  I went with a high end but not the highest end.  The highest end was the memory foam number but I'm afraid of it.  And that much money is too much if I hate it.  So I played it safe.  The bed gets here on Monday.  I need to go get some extra bed slats cut.  (I don't have a boxed spring - just slats but the mattress lady said that they need to be really close together so I need go to get more made.)  Home Depot will do it for me, I think.  I hope.

As I sat down at the mattress lady's desk to pay, I looked out of the plate glass window and there was Adventures in Doggie Daycare!!!  Right there.  3 lanes away!  The mattress lady says she has the best desk in town and I believe her.  It was fascinating to watch for the 15 minutes I was there.  I love that show and this was like seeing it in real life!  Imagine a reality show in real life... that's a couple of dimensions too many for moi.  Mattress lady says owners really do look like their dogs. 

Then on the way home I heard on the radio that the building out my terrace is going to start next Summer!  For sure!!  They are carving up half the parking lot to build housing - low and regular income - and retail space.  It's going to be so cool.  BUT the fun part is going to be watching it being built. I'm absolutely doing a photo a day like I did for Kingdome/Qwest Field.  I think I might start on January 1, 2008.

So when I got back here, I stopped in at Scott The Manager's office to discuss.  He told me they are starting the demolition of the building on the other side of our building (the one that the people across the hall fro me see) on July 2!  So I told him about the new project.  And I told him that I was going to have to ratchet up my complaints about the Tree That I Hate.  He laughed.  It's gotten to be our thing.  I've put him in charge of making it go away.  (I gave him a heads up that the old copper nails nailed into the trunk does not work.)

They are installing new features - some kind of motion detection deal - into the camera system so Front Door TV has been futzed up all day.  Scott said he should have wagered with the cable guy on how long it would take me to come down and find out what was going on.  He could have made some serious cash.

Now I have bugs - of the code variety - and I need to get to work.

Adventures!!

The mattress is bought.  I went with a high end but not the highest end.  The highest end was the memory foam number but I'm afraid of it.  And that much money is too much if I hate it.  So I played it safe.  The bed gets here on Monday.  I need to go get some extra bed slats cut.  (I don't have a boxed spring - just slats but the mattress lady said that they need to be really close together so I need go to get more made.)  Home Depot will do it for me, I think.  I hope.

As I sat down at the mattress lady's desk to pay, I looked out of the plate glass window and there was Adventures in Doggie Daycare!!!  Right there.  3 lanes away!  The mattress lady says she has the best desk in town and I believe her.  It was fascinating to watch for the 15 minutes I was there.  I love that show and this was like seeing it in real life!  Imagine a reality show in real life... that's a couple of dimensions too many for moi.  Mattress lady says owners really do look like their dogs. 

Then on the way home I heard on the radio that the building out my terrace is going to start next Summer!  For sure!!  They are carving up half the parking lot to build housing - low and regular income - and retail space.  It's going to be so cool.  BUT the fun part is going to be watching it being built. I'm absolutely doing a photo a day like I did for Kingdome/Qwest Field.  I think I might start on January 1, 2008.

So when I got back here, I stopped in at Scott The Manager's office to discuss.  He told me they are starting the demolition of the building on the other side of our building (the one that the people across the hall fro me see) on July 2!  So I told him about the new project.  And I told him that I was going to have to ratchet up my complaints about the Tree That I Hate.  He laughed.  It's gotten to be our thing.  I've put him in charge of making it go away.  (I gave him a heads up that the old copper nails nailed into the trunk does not work.)

They are installing new features - some kind of motion detection deal - into the camera system so Front Door TV has been futzed up all day.  Scott said he should have wagered with the cable guy on how long it would take me to come down and find out what was going on.  He could have made some serious cash.

Now I have bugs - of the code variety - and I need to get to work.

The View

I was sorry to Rosie go.  I enjoy her.  Mostly.  But I was also interested to see what the show would be like without her.  And, you know... except for a couple of really horrible episodes, the show is good and often better without her.   TV Guide ran a list of possible replacement options and at the bottom of that list was Gayle King. I really thought UGH.  Sherry Sheppard, I like.  Kathy Griffin did a good job.  Whoopi is ok.  I could live with all of them.  And I'd watch.

But yesterday they gave Gayle her try and, you know what?  She didn't suck at all.  And I mean I gave her no chance.  And she did fine.  Then, today, it was no Barbara and Gayle and Sherry Sheppard and it was one of the most interesting shows they have had in a long, long time. 

I'm quite encouraged.  I still still TiVo it so I can fast forward over the bits that either bore me or piss me off but I'm encouraged.  And surprised.

The View

I was sorry to Rosie go.  I enjoy her.  Mostly.  But I was also interested to see what the show would be like without her.  And, you know... except for a couple of really horrible episodes, the show is good and often better without her.   TV Guide ran a list of possible replacement options and at the bottom of that list was Gayle King. I really thought UGH.  Sherry Sheppard, I like.  Kathy Griffin did a good job.  Whoopi is ok.  I could live with all of them.  And I'd watch.

But yesterday they gave Gayle her try and, you know what?  She didn't suck at all.  And I mean I gave her no chance.  And she did fine.  Then, today, it was no Barbara and Gayle and Sherry Sheppard and it was one of the most interesting shows they have had in a long, long time. 

I'm quite encouraged.  I still still TiVo it so I can fast forward over the bits that either bore me or piss me off but I'm encouraged.  And surprised.

Googling

Part of my entry earlier today got me thinking about my husband.  Poor guy.  Being married to me must have been such a punishment.  We married when I was 30 and he was 52.  I'll save you the math.  This year he's 79.  I'm assuming he's still alive.  Google never heard of him.  The newspaper he wrote for for years and years in the town where he still lives (in the house we bought) has not yet run his obit. 

He had five children.  The middle son who was 17 at the time, had a relatively unusual (very googlable) name.  So I gave him a run tonight.  The kid joined the Army in the early 80's and then tried to re-up after a couple of years and they wouldn't have him.  So he decided to be a cook.  Sure enough, tonight's google brought up a couple of links mentioning him a chef.  Interestingly, there were several mentions in 2000.  One referenced a 2 year stint with a particular restaurant.  But, otherwise, as far as Google is concerned, there is no sign  of him before 2000 or after 2002.

Well, that was an interesting little trip, but I'm home now and the Mariners are tied at 9 (er, that's actually 0 - thanks rsc) in the 4th and I have a teddy bear who is ready for ears!!

Googling

Part of my entry earlier today got me thinking about my husband.  Poor guy.  Being married to me must have been such a punishment.  We married when I was 30 and he was 52.  I'll save you the math.  This year he's 79.  I'm assuming he's still alive.  Google never heard of him.  The newspaper he wrote for for years and years in the town where he still lives (in the house we bought) has not yet run his obit. 

He had five children.  The middle son who was 17 at the time, had a relatively unusual (very googlable) name.  So I gave him a run tonight.  The kid joined the Army in the early 80's and then tried to re-up after a couple of years and they wouldn't have him.  So he decided to be a cook.  Sure enough, tonight's google brought up a couple of links mentioning him a chef.  Interestingly, there were several mentions in 2000.  One referenced a 2 year stint with a particular restaurant.  But, otherwise, as far as Google is concerned, there is no sign  of him before 2000 or after 2002.

Well, that was an interesting little trip, but I'm home now and the Mariners are tied at 9 (er, that's actually 0 - thanks rsc) in the 4th and I have a teddy bear who is ready for ears!!