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This morning I was still very sore, so I filled up the tub and had a soak instead of my usual shower. The tub in this place is deep and wide and only a wee bit too short. But the depth makes up for that. I threw in some bubble bath and achieved significant bubblefication. There is enough room around the tub for Domino to circumnavigate, so she did, many times. Between the tub filled with me and the bubbles, she was mystified. I had never taken a bath before in her presence, I don't think. My plan to get to the Los Gatos JCC by 2 was almost thwarted by the cliff-hanger ending of the Ravens game. But the network cut to commercials and the 49ers game with 4 seconds left on the clock and the final touchdown under review.I got inside the JCC just as the director was giving his pre-show blurb. Not exactly on time, but not so late as to be forbidden entry. I would have made it before he started if there had not been security theater at the front door. Non-members had to show ID, and have their names written in the log. So if you want to do something bad, become a member. It's always the quiet ones.The show was a reading of Tevye and His Daughters, three chapters from it. It was billed, I think, as a staged reading but there wasn't any staging to speak of. I went because I knew two of the cast, and had met the director at a pizza party while he was playing Tevye in local production of Fiddler.They did a good job. The cast was well chosen, one man was double-cast as the tailor and the student, and he did such a good job putting on an accent and changing his personality for the latter that I didn't recognize him.There was a talkback session afterwards, and I was very impressed by the eldest cast member, who had taken a very small part, but is obviously an experienced actress. Her bio in the program hints at that.Janice was stuck at Mame which ran long as I knew it would. Over-choreographed shows do that. So no coffee chat.Home, watched the wrap-ups of the football games, and most of the Saints game with bouts of unpacking. Was able to break down two livingroom boxes, and two or three kitchen boxes. My main motivation in the kitchen was to find the large glass roasting pan so I could make the duck I'd bought and defrosted yesterday. This included also finding the wood block with the kitchen knives.According to the instructions on the duck wrapper it needed about 3 hours at 350°. I had cored & sectioned an apple, and sliced up two oranges and cut a third into 9ths. Stuffed the duck with most of the apple and some of the orange sections and covered it with orange slices toothpicked in place.While it was cooking I watched football and set up the webcams. The layout here is very different, so except for the cam on the home theater speaker, they all went to different places. I'm not getting a signal from the last one, but I suspect that one is a knock-off, it has never worked well. I may go online and order a replacement. Also found a copy of the right Sony manual and re-adjusted the receiver to the best of the 15 surround sound choices. Finally am hearing the subwoofer. And crowd noise from the football comes from all directions.Also installed one of my three under-cabinet kitchen lights.Also need to replace the thermostat with an electronic one. The manual one is broken - it has long ago lost its "current temp" indicator, and the markings on the thing are so small that a tiny change can result in 5° difference. I've installed those before, it's not hard. Plans for tomorrow:WorkShop for a thermostat and a replacement for the kitchen track lighting fixture. USPS sent me a Lowe's coupon.Home, football
It is a night time Mike already bed.I would like to watch more "breaking bad"but i have to wait until tomorrow.I like to watch with Mike.It is more fun and if i don't understand.He was paused and explain to me.I was a little upset that he didn't want to keep watch more.He has to wake up early tomorrow.I read a few pages of the book.I thought about journal that i promise myself i will keep write like my diary or some crazy stuff.Anyway here I do.I will read some more page of the book then go to bed.
I'm playing slime forest adventure to try to improve my katakana/hiragana.I am SO BAD at learning languages. It's appalling.I guess I should practise more.In other news it was warmer today, but not enough so that I could actually do any work. Tomorrow! Maybe!
The weather people proved right again. Today was very cold, but things began to thaw a bit.I spent most of the day resting. I listened to part of a sermon about being kind to others, by a minister at the church to which we used to belong, in the Verdugo Hills of southern California. I texted my sister and spoke to my sister-in-law. I watched drips of water drip from the icicles. I watched sports contests played in imposssibly deep snow in implacably northern climates. In the late afternoon, I drove to a very nearby shopping center. I wished to get a sandwich at Which Which. The roads were still imperfect, but were much improved. The Whichwhich was closed, so I went to Dickey's BBQ for the wonderful turkey plate. Then I went to Staples, less to shop than to walk around. I did see a little paper Christmas Village that one of my relatives will enjoy I stopped at Radio Shack for AA batteries and at Dollar Tree for no reason in particular. Tonight I have been working on a used computer I got as a bargain on eBay, which I want to give to a sister-in-law. She wants to be more security-conscious, so I am setting her up with a linux system more resistant to viruses and invasions. I got the computer on eBay, but it came without a hard drive. I got a new hard drive on eBay, and am now installing it. While the installation looks right (and tallies with a "how to install" video I watched on Youtube), the system is not recognizing the hard drive. As I type this, I am running a lengthy self-diagnostic that HP provided with the computer. My hope is that this will repair the issue. I am encouraged that so far no error flags have appeared, during the basic first search or the first 60% of the comprehensive disk search. If I cannot sort this out, I will buy one used and cheaply on eBay and solve this HDD issue later. I've packed my bag. We've arranged to have our dog and our house watched. The highway reports indicate that we will have 30 miles of difficult ice driving followed by 210 miles of clear sailing. We'll see. I am a bit relieved, in a way, to have been iced in. This was time I needed to rest.
Last night the snow froze, of course, and when today the sun managed to thaw it again it was no longer a soft powder, but crunchy and granular. Not much of it melted or evaporated, but it has settled and grown denser, so now there is only two or three inches in most places. There is still snow clinging to trees and bushes, as the day was so cold. Tonight will be as cold as last night, dropping into the teens again. I guess we're lucky it isn't dropping into single digits. The faucet at the sink on the back porch was frozen shut until about three o'clock this afternoon. Tonight I'll try to run some hot water through it more often. I'm wrapping the pipes in a few rags, too, as I have nothing else with which to insulate them. I hope they don't burst.The computer is behaving so badly tonight that it took twenty minutes to write that paragraph. I'm posting and shutting down now.
Ladies,You enter your measurements and it tells you what size you are at which store.http://sizes.darkgreener.com/Except that I put mine in and it over estimated by sometimes 4 sizes. (so don't feel bad!)And it says that Old Navy's clothes would fit me well. Dude, I cannot think of a store whose clothes fit less well on me, or are more poorly made. Wait. Eddie Bauer is worse. Nothing in Eddie Bauer fits me. And it all looks like it went through the drier a bajillion times.
Well, almost. You need to turn off the automatic traction control to do a proper donut, and I'm not that crazy. Anyhow ...
I was driving to my new job at the Poughkeepsie Journal, in the Hudson Valley of NY when I heard on the radio that John Lennon had been killed the night before. I can remember precisely where I was on the road. It hit me every bit as hard as the Kennedy assassination, although I was in my 20's by then and more cynical about life. Still, it never occurred to me that some deranged man would gun down someone like John Lennon.The world lost a real dreamer that night. Lennon wasn't my favorite Beatle. He died years later from lung cancer. But John and his music were a driving force in my coming of age. It was so sad to see him go. I remember him tonight.
There are about 9 apartments directly across from me that I can see into easily. All but four now have occupants and I love it. The latest to move in was nice enough to set up his giant monitor so that I have full view. He spent a whole lot of time, last night, working a crossword puzzle on it. I can see the TV's of 3 of the units. 2 are watching the Seahawks game as I type this. 1 guy isn't home and another couple seem to be just hanging out reading and chatting. The one cat I saw when it first moved in, I never saw again after the first week.I love having and watching my neighbors. I don't watch them constantly and I don't even use my scope often (well, I did to see what was on the screen). I just like having them there, walking around, cooking dinner, watching tv, doing stuff. It's nice to have people in my life. Especially low maintenance ones like these. I'll miss this this Summer when the fucking tree grows its leaves back.I have been very quiet today. I've sucked down my combivent (albuterol) at regular intervals. I've had zero coughing fits. Zero. I don't feel great but I don't feel horrible either.I'm planning on the most comforting of dinners, meatloaf, potatoes and mac and cheese and cottage cheese and maybe a little apple sauce. I got these fried mac and cheese patty things at Costco last week. They were too expensive and they aren't great but they aren't terrible and they are fast to make ready. I won't get them again but I intend to enjoy the ones I have.
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It is 4:25 PM Sunday late afternoon. It has been snowing all day here by Lake Michigan. The whole country is experiencing the first signs of the approach of the winter season.I have not watched in professional football today. I laid down from 1:55 PM till 3:37 PM this afternoon.I really have done anything today. I read some more of William Hazlitt's book of essays. I wrote some more in my December 2013 diary. Not much else has happened to me today.My wife is sleeping because she goes back to work tonight. I will have to drive her to work due to the snow storm. Time just keeps flowing by.I did get out to look at this afternoon before I decided to take a nap the book I got in the mail titled, "The Empire of Reason: How Europe Imagined And America Realized The Enlightenment" by Henry Steele Commager.I should read something religious this evening since it is Sunday. These days I rarely listen to sermons or sing old gospel hymns. My wife is always singing old hymns as she floats through my life. My wife is a good Christian woman. I will miss her when I am dead. I told my wife last night that if I die suddenly do not bury me in a suit and please no funeral. I told my wife I just want her and our kids are my funeral. And play Bob Dylan's record "Highway 61 Revisited" as I am laid in a plain pine box waiting for the Final Resurrection. "And as we have borne the image of the earthy, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly" 1 Cor. 15:49Well I will close to drift and listen to music." So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in corruption; it is raised in incorruption: It is sown in dishonour; it is raised in glory: it is sown in weakness; it is raised in power: It is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body. There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body. And so it is written, The first man Adam was made a living soul; the last Adam was made a quickening spirit. Howbeit that was not first which is spiritual, but that which is natural; and afterward that which is spiritual. The first man is of the earth, earthy: the second man is the Lord from heaven. As is the earthy, such are they also that are earthy: and as is the heavenly, such are they also that are heavenly. And as we have borne the image of the earthy, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly." First Corinthians 15:42-49
I’ve just finished Coyote Still Going, a collection of Native American legends and contemporary stories by Ty Nolan. Actually it’s much more than this. It’s the thoughtful reminicenses and personal history of Nolan, along with recipes (delicious! I have tried them), links to pictures of artifacts and artwork (and sometimes just to funny stuff—like a closeup on a rabbit’s nose), in addition to the folk stories. It’s a **wonderful** book in every possible way—so intimate and generous.( Things I've said about this book earlierCollapse )What strikes me overall is the grace and balance between the traditional tales and Nolan’s own stories of his own experiences, and his thoughts on healing, different cultures, and the power of story. He tells two versions of the story of Dash-Kaya, or Wawa-yai—a monster who drinks human blood and eats human flesh. In both versions, the monster’s demise involves exploding into tiny pieces—these are mosquitoes, which still drink human blood. Nolan reflects,
Dash-Kaya or the Wawa-yai don’t suddenly vanish—but they become something you can live with on a daily basis.
The problem is - why I can't seem to get back to work in the basement - Oo-tapo got up on my lap after lunch and it is against my beliefs to take an aging cat off my lap till he is ready to go himself. So essentially I am trapped. It's not my fault that I'm not down there sorting and culling right now.
Originally published at The Scotto Grotto. You can comment here or there.
Got these at Giant Eagle yesterday. Also found some low-fat eggnog (which I couldn't find last year) - I'm ready for the temptations of holiday eating now.
Pyewacket and I enjoy a quick snow outing
Had the weirdest dreams last night-- in one I'd met a painter who had finished large wall sized canvases that were meant to line a billiard hall. The canvases were dark green with faces of players in position to play pool. I complimented him and the next thing I know he's on top of me declaring it was love at first sight. !! I was wearing my Frye boots of long ago. Somehow I extricated myself and said I had to meet my friend, Ann, at a cookie store. So I left. But then I was lost wandering around this mall like town and couldn't find the cookie store. I kept asking people and nobody knew where it was or had even heard of it.I went in several stores asking people but no one could help. Gradually as I was walking I ended up out of town on a road in deep snow.It was farm country, like in the Midwest. It kept getting harder and harder to walk in it as it was up to my knees. That's all I can remember but I think there was a lot more. It felt like I was dreaming all night.
It's the Open House Meme for the day. lyrstzha asks me, "How about 10 surreal things that have happened to you."I'm not sure i experience much as surreal. Part of it is the daily rut does not allow much in the way of novel experience. And then my context for surrealism is Dali, Magritte, and de Chirico. What does surreal mean for me, my experience? When i read the question, my first thought was that the one surreal event was when the VP called to tell me about the re-organization that would give me a new manager. The out-of-the-blue and unlooked-for nature of the phone call, coupled with the utterly uncharacteristic nature of simple communication from the VP pushed me into a different sense of time and place. Another moment that popped into mind was a hotel stay in Chicago due to a missed flight. Was that this year? I can't recall. The sense of out-of-time and out-of-space of the hotel stay created a sensory rich but untethered memory: arriving in the dark, departing in the dark, the luxurious room and no luggage, the glorious soaking tub, the disappointment of not arriving at home but the relief of the weekend.Much of what i intentionally experience is the landscape, and i don't think of it as surreal. I could frame it that way, i think, particularly the trip east of the Sierras in May. The predawn drive across the basin to the tufa at Mono Lake could be cast as surreal. The long sloping vista from the highway to the lake revealed the car lights of similar travelers ahead of me, the dust rising from cars rattling down the dirt road, all under the red velvet sky. Another moment from the trip was our afternoon nap in our tent cabin. The dry heat was particularly noticeable in the tent, but the large fan, its cast iron stand something out of a movie from the 40s, relieved much of the unpleasantness. Above us, the sun cast the flickering shadow of the cottonwood leaves. Then there was being hit by a dust devil near the long abandoned train platform named Zurich, the night drive out of the White Mountains descending eight thousand feet in an hour from the cold bristlecone pines back to the warm desert.Hmm, i read the question as ten things this year -- and see my whole life was game. There is a mystical experience i had one foggy moonlit night that could probably be described as surreal, but i'll take five this year as my answer.--==∞==--You too can pick a date and give me a question or prompt (or more than one!) at DW or LJ.
This cough is moving into the very unacceptable range. Last night it woke me up. It's not always - I can go for hours without coughing at all. And I have some control - drinking water, for instance. (Sucking on a lozenge doesn't do much for my type of cough plus, I honestly feel like I could easily cough and choke on something like that.) I also have a pill that relaxes the coughing muscles and it works pretty quickly and, finally, I have my rescue inhaler. But still it's driving me a little nuts.It definitely gets worse when I do anything aerobic - even stupid stuff like changing sheets on the bed. Yesterday I even had a bit of it in the pool which is totally, 100 percent, absolutely unacceptable. The coughing causes more coughing so the longer I can go without and/or the sooner I can end a fit of it, the better.There is no cure for COPD (and/or the emphasema/asthma that is actually my issue). It can be worse. I have no wheezing. Wheezing makes my doctor start jumping through hoops. This cough, not even close to hoop jumping so it's just annoying. I keep hoping it will get better. Today I am going to stay as still and quiet as possible and see if I can get by with as little coughing as possible. There is no good pool solution on Sundays anyway, so I'm going to skip swimming. Stay inside. Not change the sheets. Do as little as possible. And cross my fingers.My Tivo is getting backed up and I still have 9 episodes of Scandal yet to watch. And bear knitting does not make me cough. I have plenty of good food in the house. All is good and will be gooder. Oh and I bought some new fleece pants yesterday so my ass will be comfy cozy.
This list is circulating around G+ and Twitter. Since I was a little girl, it was always more important to me that people respect my skills over all else. If they liked me, great, but not that important to me. And, if I am truthful, I really still feel that way. And I'm attracted to people who feel the same way. This list is really a list that describes the kind of people I am really attracted to. [my thoughts about me are in the square brackets]13 Things Mentally Strong People Don’t DoMentally strong people have healthy habits. They manage their emotions, thoughts, and behaviors in ways that set them up for success in life. 1. They Don’t Waste Time Feeling Sorry for ThemselvesMentally strong people don’t sit around feeling sorry about their circumstances or how others have treated them. Instead, they take responsibility for their role in life and understand that life isn’t always easy or fair. [I really believe this and really never have felt sorry for myself. BUT, I have had a very easy life. Maybe that's even cause and affect.]2. They Don’t Give Away Their PowerThey don’t allow others to control them, and they don’t give someone else power over them. They don’t say things like, “My boss makes me feel bad,” because they understand that they are in control over their own emotions and they have a choice in how they respond. [Nothing grinds me faster than people who feel they are victims.]3. They Don’t Shy Away from ChangeMentally strong people don’t try to avoid change. Instead, they welcome positive change and are willing to be flexible. They understand that change is inevitable and believe in their abilities to adapt. [This one is tough for me.]4. They Don’t Waste Energy on Things They Can’t ControlYou won’t hear a mentally strong person complaining over lost luggage or traffic jams. Instead, they focus on what they can control in their lives. They recognize that sometimes, the only thing they can control is their attitude. [This is another that is very personal. I default to dealing with the way things are, not the way I wish they were]5. They Don’t Worry About Pleasing EveryoneMentally strong people recognize that they don’t need to please everyone all the time. They’re not afraid to say no or speak up when necessary. They strive to be kind and fair, but can handle other people being upset if they didn’t make them happy. [Contrary to what some might think, I don't try to piss people off but I sure don't spend any energy to make them like me.]6. They Don’t Fear Taking Calculated RisksThey don’t take reckless or foolish risks, but don’t mind taking calculated risks. Mentally strong people spend time weighing the risks and benefits before making a big decision, and they’re fully informed of the potential downsides before they take action. [I spend a lot of time evaluating risks - and really thinking about what's the worst that can happen and can I deal with that.]7. They Don’t Dwell on the PastMentally strong people don’t waste time dwelling on the past and wishing things could be different. They acknowledge their past and can say what they’ve learned from it. However, they don’t constantly relive bad experiences or fantasize about the glory days. Instead, they live for the present and plan for the future. [I value my memories good and bad but they are the past.]8. They Don’t Make the Same Mistakes Over and OverMentally strong people accept responsibility for their behavior and learn from their past mistakes. As a result, they don’t keep repeating those mistakes over and over. Instead, they move on and make better decisions in the future. [I wish this was truer for me than it really is.]9. They Don’t Resent Other People’s SuccessMentally strong people can appreciate and celebrate other people’s success in life. They don’t grow jealous or feel cheated when others surpass them. Instead, they recognize that success comes with hard work, and they are willing to work hard for their own chance at success. [I have, in the past, been very resentful of other's successes but mostly used this to propel me.]10. They Don’t Give Up After the First FailureMentally strong people don’t view failure as a reason to give up. Instead, they use failure as an opportunity to grow and improve. They are willing to keep trying until they get it right. [This is very true for me.]11. They Don’t Fear Alone TimeMentally strong people can tolerate being alone and they don’t fear silence. They aren’t afraid to be alone with their thoughts and they can use downtime to be productive. They enjoy their own company and aren’t dependent on others for companionship and entertainment all the time but instead can be happy alone. [I'd probably be a better person if I had a little healthier fear of alone time.]12. They Don’t Feel the World Owes Them AnythingMentally strong people don’t feel entitled to things in life. They weren’t born with a mentality that others would take care of them or that the world must give them something. Instead, they look for opportunities based on their own merits. [This is my personal hot button. Entitled people make me batshit crazy.]13. They Don’t Expect Immediate ResultsWhether they are working on improving their health or getting a new business off the ground, mentally strong people don’t expect immediate results. Instead, they apply their skills and time to the best of their ability and understand that real change takes time. [I'm not as good at this as I'd like to be.]
Ears cocked for action!
"What We Think, We Become." - Sterling, Bali carved bone colored with Iris Blue Gilders Paste with a protective coating of Permalac (jewelry lacquer), natural sky blue topaz Listing HEREI have been working pretty steadily on the basement and moving the stuff over from next door but needed to take a break to make a commissioned ring so thought I would also make something more interesting while I was at it. It feels so good to be in my room and working up here. I can't wait till this basement organization chore is OVER. I think I want to be done - so that must mean I will be done (someday!).
It is 10:07 AM Sunday morning in the flow of world history. It is 16 degrees outside this morning and there is a layer of frost snow on the hard ground. It is going to be difficult for grave diggers to break ground today.My wife just left for Covenant PCA. I fed the birds before she left for church. It is bitter cold outside. I just put hot water in the bird bath after writing in my blogs.I got up this morning around 7:15 AM. I woke myself up this morning because I was tired of dreaming. The last dream I remember was trying to fix a car that had been broken in half. I got up and found my wife reading John Calvin's commentary on the Gospel of John. I got out for her to read on the Gospel of John something contemporary on the Gospel John a four volume set by "Reflections on the Gospel of John" four volumes by Leon Morris. "Reflections on the Gospel of John" Volume One "The Word Was Made Flesh" John 1-5"Reflections on the Gospel of John" Volume Two "The Bread of Life" John 6-10"Reflections on the Gospel of John" Volume Three "The True Vine" John 11-16"Reflections on the Gospel of John" Volume Four "Crucified and Risen" John 17-21I messed with our main computer and then had a bowl of oatmeal with my wife. This morning I have been wandering the house and reading from these two books-"The Road From Damascus: The Impact of Paul's Conversion on His Life, Thought and Ministry" Edited by Richard N. Longenecker"Galatians" by Douglas J. Moo [Baker Exegetical Commentary On The New Testament]Last night I watched college football and read from a book titled, "The American 1890's: Life and Times of a Lost Generation" by Larzer Ziff. I read late into the late from the book by Ziff "The American 1890's". Now it is a new week in the flow. I do not know if I will watch professional football this afternoon. I probably will watch football since I am weary.Well I will close to drift." In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. There was a man sent from God, whose name was John. The same came for a witness, to bear witness of the Light, that all men through him might believe. He was not that Light, but was sent to bear witness of that Light. That was the true Light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world. He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not. He came unto his own, and his own received him not. But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name: Which were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God." John 1:1-13