Are you ready for your Tuesday?
Dec. 29th, 2020 09:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisThis is what I ask Biggie when he comes over while I'm taking my treadmill shoes off. Apparently, the answer is no because now that he's had his treat, he's back on the bed sacked out again. The neighborhood is going to have to watch itself this morning. His incisions is getting better little by little. I still think I should have waited on stitch removal but done is done.
He's in there snoozin' and I'm out here internetting and watching it snow in Des Moines on my nephew's driveway cam. Jest a Tuesday.
The batch of breakfast burritos I made the other day are, for some reason, a failure. I've made dozens of successful breakfast burritos but these have to much of something and not enough for something and a kind of weird taste. They are only egg, cheese, sausage, a little butter and tortillas like all the rest I'v ever made. I can't figure out what the issue is but they are going into the trash. I have only a dozen eggs left and a week before the grocery. Looks like oatmeal will be the breakfast of this champion for at least a few days.
I do feel like I need some kind of project - clean out or organize or something. But, honestly nothing is screaming DO ME!! Under the sink in the bathroom is kind of whispering 'yo, under here' but, that's the most difficult because it means getting down on the floor and having Biggie's undivided attention. And kind of the least rewarding. I have a closet with hanging clothes that could use some clearing out. If I use the 'toss it if you haven't worn it in a year rule,' pretty much everything would go. So really not a good time to be making 'keep or toss' decisions.
So, probably, I'll just keep crocheting and watching TV. I'm on a bit of a Wallander kick.
I did finally get my hexagon pattern to my liking. Using it to use up yarn ends.
It just dawned on me that I moved into this city and this condo this week exactly 30 years ago.
My IBM job in California had come to an end. I could hang on there doing whatever until the next opportunity came along OR my boss said he'd find me a job if I had a particular place I'd like to move to. I had lived lots of places but thought I'd like to try Chicago or Seattle. He said great. Pick one. I'd actually been to Chicago (on a very very very hot 4th of July) so I picked Seattle. I'd never even seen it. I came in December, 1990, one long and stressful weekend to find a place to live and found this condo and bought it.
I had moved to a new area code every 18 months for a bunch of years so I was shocked when, after 4 years here, I had to get my drivers license renewed. In my mid-40's I'd never lived in one state long enough to have to get my license renewed. I was very excited. The woman at the DMV was not even moderately impressed. But I loved Seattle.
And four more years went by and then more and more and more and here we sit now - 30 friggin' years with the same kitchen sink. That's so weird to me. I think about moving now and again but not ever even moderately seriously. I mean who the hell wants to pack up all this shit for one thing. But, for another, where would I move? What one place, one house, one condo would be better than this one? None.
But, 30 years. Holy shit.
He's in there snoozin' and I'm out here internetting and watching it snow in Des Moines on my nephew's driveway cam. Jest a Tuesday.
The batch of breakfast burritos I made the other day are, for some reason, a failure. I've made dozens of successful breakfast burritos but these have to much of something and not enough for something and a kind of weird taste. They are only egg, cheese, sausage, a little butter and tortillas like all the rest I'v ever made. I can't figure out what the issue is but they are going into the trash. I have only a dozen eggs left and a week before the grocery. Looks like oatmeal will be the breakfast of this champion for at least a few days.
I do feel like I need some kind of project - clean out or organize or something. But, honestly nothing is screaming DO ME!! Under the sink in the bathroom is kind of whispering 'yo, under here' but, that's the most difficult because it means getting down on the floor and having Biggie's undivided attention. And kind of the least rewarding. I have a closet with hanging clothes that could use some clearing out. If I use the 'toss it if you haven't worn it in a year rule,' pretty much everything would go. So really not a good time to be making 'keep or toss' decisions.
So, probably, I'll just keep crocheting and watching TV. I'm on a bit of a Wallander kick.
I did finally get my hexagon pattern to my liking. Using it to use up yarn ends.
It just dawned on me that I moved into this city and this condo this week exactly 30 years ago.
My IBM job in California had come to an end. I could hang on there doing whatever until the next opportunity came along OR my boss said he'd find me a job if I had a particular place I'd like to move to. I had lived lots of places but thought I'd like to try Chicago or Seattle. He said great. Pick one. I'd actually been to Chicago (on a very very very hot 4th of July) so I picked Seattle. I'd never even seen it. I came in December, 1990, one long and stressful weekend to find a place to live and found this condo and bought it.
I had moved to a new area code every 18 months for a bunch of years so I was shocked when, after 4 years here, I had to get my drivers license renewed. In my mid-40's I'd never lived in one state long enough to have to get my license renewed. I was very excited. The woman at the DMV was not even moderately impressed. But I loved Seattle.
And four more years went by and then more and more and more and here we sit now - 30 friggin' years with the same kitchen sink. That's so weird to me. I think about moving now and again but not ever even moderately seriously. I mean who the hell wants to pack up all this shit for one thing. But, for another, where would I move? What one place, one house, one condo would be better than this one? None.
But, 30 years. Holy shit.
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Date: 2020-12-29 07:30 pm (UTC)I always get a little chuckle out of your posts haha always love reading them on my break or when ever I have to time to check LJ. I've moved a couple times but never out of NS Canada. Just apartment to apartment, I love my home town don't think I'd want to move anywhere else(as of right now) but you never know.
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Date: 2020-12-29 09:45 pm (UTC)Yes, it certainly creeps up on you, doesn't it? I'll have been in my house 30 years next October. When I moved in there was a crazy old woman next door. Now *I'm* the crazy old woman next door!
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Date: 2020-12-29 11:30 pm (UTC)My parents moved a lot when I was kid. I hated it. I landed here in 1986, with no plans to go anywhere!
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Date: 2020-12-30 01:02 am (UTC)Happy to hear Biggie continues to improve :D
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Date: 2020-12-30 02:34 am (UTC)Happy condoversary!
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Date: 2020-12-30 03:37 pm (UTC)This makes the prospect of the projected-but-not-yet-initiated move to a retirement community somewhat daunting.
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Date: 2021-01-04 05:27 pm (UTC)I have not ruled out moving but procrastinators like myself require something huge to motivate such and endeavor.
Happy 30th anniversary!