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Aug. 4th, 2015
I slept last night without waking up until 4:15. Usually, I'm up to pee at least a couple of times between 10 and 6 am. Slept hard and enjoyed it enormously.
Today's swim had to be timed so that I'd be done, showered, dressed and back across the bridge by 10-10:15 to delivery the bears. Nailed it and still got in about an hour and 10 minutes of lap time. Nice.
I did forget to get gas. Hauling my ass over the bridge to West Seattle every day is wrecking havoc with my gas bill. Actually it's not so bad. It was just non existent and now I'm using some. I just now have 12,000 miles on the car since August of 2011. These days I'm having to get more gas nearly every month instead of every quarter. So maybe not a tragedy.
And really not a tragedy is my hand. It's looking like the Sharpie is going to last longer than the bruise!! Plus, I still have no new spots on my other hand or either arm. This is just amazing. Dr. Lung suspected the steroids in the Advair. Cutting them in half appears to have proven his theory. I'm going to have to drop him a giant email thank you note.
My brother's birthday is next Wednesday AND that also marks the start of his new company. He's having a little party - the staff and some customers and I want to have a cake delivered. This is something I should have thought of ages ago and did not. Now I have a week to find someplace in Georgetown, TX that will bake, decorate and deliver a cake in a week. And I want it to be a surprise so my main Georgetown resources are not at all available to me.
He recently found this great graphic designer who does her design work outside of her day job (IT for a non profit) so I sent her an email asking. Turns out she lives in Austin which is like another galaxy for something like this so ... now it's me and google. I sent out one email to a likely suspect. I may need to double down and send out multiple requests.
It's another not horribly hot day. The bear delivery place is a large building of storage areas. While I waited for Jeanne to come down from her space, I was standing in the shade and there was this marvelous breeze. It was just perfectly pleasant. And, judging from a map of the country, it's one of the few places in this country that is not Africa hot, on fire, or drowning in flooding rains. I'm grateful.
Today's swim had to be timed so that I'd be done, showered, dressed and back across the bridge by 10-10:15 to delivery the bears. Nailed it and still got in about an hour and 10 minutes of lap time. Nice.
I did forget to get gas. Hauling my ass over the bridge to West Seattle every day is wrecking havoc with my gas bill. Actually it's not so bad. It was just non existent and now I'm using some. I just now have 12,000 miles on the car since August of 2011. These days I'm having to get more gas nearly every month instead of every quarter. So maybe not a tragedy.
And really not a tragedy is my hand. It's looking like the Sharpie is going to last longer than the bruise!! Plus, I still have no new spots on my other hand or either arm. This is just amazing. Dr. Lung suspected the steroids in the Advair. Cutting them in half appears to have proven his theory. I'm going to have to drop him a giant email thank you note.
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My brother's birthday is next Wednesday AND that also marks the start of his new company. He's having a little party - the staff and some customers and I want to have a cake delivered. This is something I should have thought of ages ago and did not. Now I have a week to find someplace in Georgetown, TX that will bake, decorate and deliver a cake in a week. And I want it to be a surprise so my main Georgetown resources are not at all available to me.
He recently found this great graphic designer who does her design work outside of her day job (IT for a non profit) so I sent her an email asking. Turns out she lives in Austin which is like another galaxy for something like this so ... now it's me and google. I sent out one email to a likely suspect. I may need to double down and send out multiple requests.
It's another not horribly hot day. The bear delivery place is a large building of storage areas. While I waited for Jeanne to come down from her space, I was standing in the shade and there was this marvelous breeze. It was just perfectly pleasant. And, judging from a map of the country, it's one of the few places in this country that is not Africa hot, on fire, or drowning in flooding rains. I'm grateful.
The ugly side of back to school
Aug. 4th, 2015 02:47 pmI was last in school in 1971 - so a few decades ago. That was also the lasts time I bought text books. I just read a great entry in another journal about how things have changed just a little.
I love love love back to school stuff in stores. Every year I pour over it and try not to buy any. Sometimes I am successful. But, textbooks? A differnt animal entirely.
Buying books for high school is burned into my brain and still carries a little scar tissue. I went to a snooty all girl prep school in the historic district of Winston-Salem, NC. My friends in public school had all their text books provided - you used them for the year and then turned them in. For free. But Snooty High made you buy them. The historic section was pretty much built in the mid 1700's. People were short. So the doorways are all short. Oh wait, Google the Glorius just found me the photo of the actual doorway I'm talking about!!!
This is it!! The actual fucking bookstore. Now... it's August. In piedmont (the middle) of North Carolina. The humidity is about 100% or 500%... it's for sure over 90 degrees. Those idiots in the 1700's did not, apparently even think about air conditioning. And there was a line out the door. Every year for four years.
Not that nice door on top. That little hovel of a door below it. I was 5'5" and had to bend over to get in there. We stood in line in the heat and humidity for hours waiting for our chance to go into that oven of a store and buy our fuckton of books which we then had to carry all the way back to school which was a hike down one big hill and up another. In the heat. And the humidity.
Wait, google gave me a map. (god, I love you Google)
When I think about my Kindle that can hold all four years of those books and more, I just weep.
I hated school - all of it. Well, actually, I thought kindergarten was cool because finally I got away from my brother and sister and ... new crayons.
But the rest of it? OMG I hated it all. But that high school book getting process??? Not a happy jaunt down memory lane.
Oh and here's the fascinating entry about how the kids are doing it nowadays. Textbook in a binder???? GENIUS!
I love love love back to school stuff in stores. Every year I pour over it and try not to buy any. Sometimes I am successful. But, textbooks? A differnt animal entirely.
Buying books for high school is burned into my brain and still carries a little scar tissue. I went to a snooty all girl prep school in the historic district of Winston-Salem, NC. My friends in public school had all their text books provided - you used them for the year and then turned them in. For free. But Snooty High made you buy them. The historic section was pretty much built in the mid 1700's. People were short. So the doorways are all short. Oh wait, Google the Glorius just found me the photo of the actual doorway I'm talking about!!!
This is it!! The actual fucking bookstore. Now... it's August. In piedmont (the middle) of North Carolina. The humidity is about 100% or 500%... it's for sure over 90 degrees. Those idiots in the 1700's did not, apparently even think about air conditioning. And there was a line out the door. Every year for four years.
Not that nice door on top. That little hovel of a door below it. I was 5'5" and had to bend over to get in there. We stood in line in the heat and humidity for hours waiting for our chance to go into that oven of a store and buy our fuckton of books which we then had to carry all the way back to school which was a hike down one big hill and up another. In the heat. And the humidity.
Wait, google gave me a map. (god, I love you Google)
When I think about my Kindle that can hold all four years of those books and more, I just weep.
I hated school - all of it. Well, actually, I thought kindergarten was cool because finally I got away from my brother and sister and ... new crayons.
But the rest of it? OMG I hated it all. But that high school book getting process??? Not a happy jaunt down memory lane.
Oh and here's the fascinating entry about how the kids are doing it nowadays. Textbook in a binder???? GENIUS!