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Post by beccaelizabeth on Jan 22, 2012 9:30:05 GMT -5
I have finished, double checked, triple checked, correctly formatted and uploaded my essay. #woot#
and I'm a whole day early. I win.
... now I have nothing to do. For a whole week, until the next semester starts. Maybe someone has uploaded a book list already...
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Jan 22, 2012 13:53:43 GMT -5
OK, here's the scoop: snow, snow, snow and then a freaking silver thaw, no lights since about noon Thursday, came back on at midnight when I was in bed with a sweater and a sweatshirt over my nightgown, long story, will tell y'all later but have to go feed chickens.
Ans the downside of radiant heat is that when thisngs get cold, they take for freaking ever to warm back up, so it's only 62.4 F in the study; it was 56F when I came in here and turned the computer on.
Julia, was going to wash my hair first thing this morning, but: No. Just, no. No way, even.
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Post by beccaelizabeth on Jan 22, 2012 14:05:39 GMT -5
OK, here's the scoop: snow, snow, snow and then a freaking silver thaw, no lights since about noon Thursday, came back on at midnight when I was in bed with a sweater and a sweatshirt over my nightgown, long story, will tell y'all later but have to go feed chickens. Ans the downside of radiant heat is that when thisngs get cold, they take for freaking ever to warm back up, so it's only 62.4 F in the study; it was 56F when I came in here and turned the computer on. Julia, was going to wash my hair first thing this morning, but: No. Just, no. No way, even. #wavey# #grouphug# #xfingers#
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Jan 22, 2012 14:42:23 GMT -5
OK, here's the scoop: snow, snow, snow and then a freaking silver thaw, no lights since about noon Thursday, came back on at midnight when I was in bed with a sweater and a sweatshirt over my nightgown, long story, will tell y'all later but have to go feed chickens. Ans the downside of radiant heat is that when thisngs get cold, they take for freaking ever to warm back up, so it's only 62.4 F in the study; it was 56F when I came in here and turned the computer on. Julia, was going to wash my hair first thing this morning, but: No. Just, no. No way, even. *Sends warm hugs and vibes for better weather* Today I've been culling the art books, mostly clip-art, but some are Dover design collections. I stopped showing them to Paul after he wanted to keep the first half-dozen - it rather defeated the purpose of the project, which was to make room for my poetry collections where I could reach them without climbing over his piles of stuff in the living room. I'm afraid the shelves on either side of the fireplace are going to become deep storage, because getting to them has turned into a major effort. So, two more full TJs grocery bags to haul to the library donation bin, books rearranged here and there, and one small shelf cleared. It'll do. I also finished Aged Mum's shopping so Paul can drop it off this afternoon and got everything into the car.
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Post by Queen E on Jan 22, 2012 17:38:16 GMT -5
OK, here's the scoop: snow, snow, snow and then a freaking silver thaw, no lights since about noon Thursday, came back on at midnight when I was in bed with a sweater and a sweatshirt over my nightgown, long story, will tell y'all later but have to go feed chickens. Ans the downside of radiant heat is that when thisngs get cold, they take for freaking ever to warm back up, so it's only 62.4 F in the study; it was 56F when I came in here and turned the computer on. Julia, was going to wash my hair first thing this morning, but: No. Just, no. No way, even. I'm sorry things are still so challenging, but I'm glad you checked it.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Jan 22, 2012 18:09:02 GMT -5
OK, here's the scoop: snow, snow, snow and then a freaking silver thaw, no lights since about noon Thursday, came back on at midnight when I was in bed with a sweater and a sweatshirt over my nightgown, long story, will tell y'all later but have to go feed chickens. Ans the downside of radiant heat is that when thisngs get cold, they take for freaking ever to warm back up, so it's only 62.4 F in the study; it was 56F when I came in here and turned the computer on. Julia, was going to wash my hair first thing this morning, but: No. Just, no. No way, even. I'm sorry things are still so challenging, but I'm glad you checked it. Yup, I'm out of milk for my morning coffee, I just found out Ben Browder was on Chuck Friday and I missed it and the driveway has reached the point that we can't even walk down to the car, ugh. Thanks for the good thoughts, I myself am finding my resolve never to move to a place where it does this regularly strengthened. Julia, the temp in the study has soared to 66.2 F
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Jan 22, 2012 19:34:38 GMT -5
No calls from Aged Mum today. So far so good. Tomorrow, I expect querulous queries as to whether I really bought item a, b or c, because it's not there, and when I say yes I did buy it and made sure it was in the car, demands to know where Caregiver B put said item. Because, after all, I'm supposed to be able to divine over the phone what somebody else (who is being paid to do the job, where I am not) did in some other town a day ago... I've been getting a bit short with Aged Mum, especially as regards the shopping list, as she's got a bad habit of asking for things by twee little nicknames and making me play guessing games about what she really wants and/or not wanting to get specific enough. Apparently, telling me how many packages of lunchmeat she wants, let alone what kinds, isn't ladylike. Or something. I dunno. And while I can guess what she means by "wipees", I'm not about to let her get away with it, because one of these days I might need help with the shopping, or she might actually induce Caregiver Y to get off her backside and do what she's paid for, and Y isn't going to want to play guessing games either. So I have to push and push to get the list right. tl;dr: I'm being meeeeaaannn to Aged Mum, but it's for her own good. PS And I ordered three "major works" books (Byron, Shelly and Wordsworth) to add to the shelf I cleared today, because dammit, I worked hard and thanklessly, and I deserve them. So there, life.
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Post by Michelle on Jan 22, 2012 21:20:22 GMT -5
Nice part opener, Dr. E! Thanks, sweetie! Thank you all, actually. You know, I'm debating asking you guys a favor. Ask away! Oh, and I thought of you today when the GFY ladies tweeted this: Eat This. Sassy Magazine Said So.
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Post by Michelle on Jan 22, 2012 21:22:03 GMT -5
I just got back from watching Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. Great movie! Tear jerker, obs. But I liked it very much.
Yesterday I discovered that they sell a VERY good no-sugar added chocolate at World Market. Danger, danger Will Robinson!
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Post by Queen E on Jan 22, 2012 23:48:21 GMT -5
Thanks, sweetie! Thank you all, actually. You know, I'm debating asking you guys a favor. Ask away! Oh, and I thought of you today when the GFY ladies tweeted this: Eat This. Sassy Magazine Said So.Hee! That's awesome. I actually have a good number of my Sassys still, including the Kurt/Courtney cover, which arrived just in time for my 18th birthday. If you ever want one of those recipes, let me know. As for the other, well... I'm on the fence. See, I finished my thesis, but apparently I'm insane, because I followed it up with another long project. A novel, actually. I finished the first draft, and am working on the second draft... The thing is, this is actually the fourth novel I've written, and I've never shown any of them to anyone. Which is dumb. So I've been debating asking S'cubies if they'd read a draft and give me a hard-nosed critique, to tell me if it sucks, how it sucks, etc.* Because if it just goes into another drawer, how would I get any better at it? Anyway, that's the possible eventual favor I'm thinking of springing on you lovely people. *OK, I know HOW it sucks right now, hence the revising.
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Post by Queen E on Jan 22, 2012 23:51:21 GMT -5
No calls from Aged Mum today. So far so good. Tomorrow, I expect querulous queries as to whether I really bought item a, b or c, because it's not there, and when I say yes I did buy it and made sure it was in the car, demands to know where Caregiver B put said item. Because, after all, I'm supposed to be able to divine over the phone what somebody else (who is being paid to do the job, where I am not) did in some other town a day ago... I've been getting a bit short with Aged Mum, especially as regards the shopping list, as she's got a bad habit of asking for things by twee little nicknames and making me play guessing games about what she really wants and/or not wanting to get specific enough. Apparently, telling me how many packages of lunchmeat she wants, let alone what kinds, isn't ladylike. Or something. I dunno. And while I can guess what she means by "wipees", I'm not about to let her get away with it, because one of these days I might need help with the shopping, or she might actually induce Caregiver Y to get off her backside and do what she's paid for, and Y isn't going to want to play guessing games either. So I have to push and push to get the list right. tl;dr: I'm being meeeeaaannn to Aged Mum, but it's for her own good. PS And I ordered three "major works" books (Byron, Shelly and Wordsworth) to add to the shelf I cleared today, because dammit, I worked hard and thanklessly, and I deserve them. So there, life. I don't think you're being mean. I think the best thing to do, particularly with older family members, is to get them to use their words. If they don't, they'll lose them. Mom's friend has had a recurrence of his cancer, and the chemo is doing a number on his memory, so we've been pushing him (gently) to "use his words." You're actually taking the best tack!
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Jan 23, 2012 8:57:09 GMT -5
No calls from Aged Mum today. So far so good. Tomorrow, I expect querulous queries as to whether I really bought item a, b or c, because it's not there, and when I say yes I did buy it and made sure it was in the car, demands to know where Caregiver B put said item. Because, after all, I'm supposed to be able to divine over the phone what somebody else (who is being paid to do the job, where I am not) did in some other town a day ago... I've been getting a bit short with Aged Mum, especially as regards the shopping list, as she's got a bad habit of asking for things by twee little nicknames and making me play guessing games about what she really wants and/or not wanting to get specific enough. Apparently, telling me how many packages of lunchmeat she wants, let alone what kinds, isn't ladylike. Or something. I dunno. And while I can guess what she means by "wipees", I'm not about to let her get away with it, because one of these days I might need help with the shopping, or she might actually induce Caregiver Y to get off her backside and do what she's paid for, and Y isn't going to want to play guessing games either. So I have to push and push to get the list right. tl;dr: I'm being meeeeaaannn to Aged Mum, but it's for her own good. PS And I ordered three "major works" books (Byron, Shelly and Wordsworth) to add to the shelf I cleared today, because dammit, I worked hard and thanklessly, and I deserve them. So there, life. I don't think you're being mean. I think the best thing to do, particularly with older family members, is to get them to use their words. If they don't, they'll lose them. Mom's friend has had a recurrence of his cancer, and the chemo is doing a number on his memory, so we've been pushing him (gently) to "use his words." You're actually taking the best tack! I know, I know, but it's so frustrating and it's wearing me out, day after day after day after day... Heh. I'm trying to train the cats, especially Patches, who is the strong silent one, to meow when they want in or out instead of sitting by the door using Jedi feline mind control. So I say to the cat, "What do you want? (Name of cat) in? Use your mews." Sometimes it even works.
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Post by Karen on Jan 23, 2012 10:48:49 GMT -5
Hee! That's awesome. I actually have a good number of my Sassys still, including the Kurt/Courtney cover, which arrived just in time for my 18th birthday. If you ever want one of those recipes, let me know. As for the other, well... I'm on the fence. See, I finished my thesis, but apparently I'm insane, because I followed it up with another long project. A novel, actually. I finished the first draft, and am working on the second draft... The thing is, this is actually the fourth novel I've written, and I've never shown any of them to anyone. Which is dumb. So I've been debating asking S'cubies if they'd read a draft and give me a hard-nosed critique, to tell me if it sucks, how it sucks, etc.* Because if it just goes into another drawer, how would I get any better at it? Anyway, that's the possible eventual favor I'm thinking of springing on you lovely people. *OK, I know HOW it sucks right now, hence the revising. Spring away, Dr! Might as well get your feet wet with your besties.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Jan 23, 2012 14:30:23 GMT -5
Didn't say good morning yet, did I? I'm having a spectacular energy crash of the "crisis is over, now you can get sick!" sort, which would be OK if:
1. The crisis was actually over. The glare ice on the driveway says no.
and
2. There was anyone who could feed the sheep and chickens and get started on whacking up the tree bits that are blocking my way into the actual farm part of this farm.
I seriosly need a strong young charitable person to come help me this week!.
Julia, oy
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Jan 23, 2012 14:56:04 GMT -5
I drove in the rain. Twice. The first time, I drove the Younger Daughter to college. Which was pretty hair-raising, what with everybody else trying to get into the overcrowded parking structure, running lights and making illegal u-turns and all. I gave up, made a nice legal u-turn and dropped her in the high school parking lot across the street, because getting into the college drop-off parking lot was Not On. The second time, I took the Elder Daughter to the market for some candy to hand out to the linguistics class she's TAing for (and to deposit Aged Mum's checks at the ATM because she can't/won't leave the house to do it herself), then dropped ED at the Denny's near Cal State, and then I drove all the way to Yorba Linda, to Joann's and the Friends of the Library shop and home again. In rain ranging from moderate to downpour, without getting into or causing an accident. Go me. ETA: Somebody *coughelderdaughtercough* forgot to put dishwashing soap on the list when she got into the backup bottle, or yesterday morning when I asked for additions to the TJs list. There's maybe just enough for tonight if she rinses out the bottle, and I wasn't planning a TJs run until Wednesday. And then the sun came out... so I walked to the market and got Palmolive lavender dish soap (and two bags of assorted other grocery needs while I was at it). It's not my first choice, but it'll do, and I got my walkies in before the next wave of rain, so there, life.
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