My Particular Mojo: Still Working

But first, thanks for the kind words about the slide show. I'm an Aaron Copeland fan, and those two songs really just seemed incredibly appropriate. The beauty of the countryside in Virginia, of course, I take no credit for.

So, my mojo, as you may know, is that I arrange for workmen to come to the house to accomplish some needed task, and either they never show up or they show up incredibly late. Today was the day for the mouse men; the planned time was "3:30 on." So, a little after 4:00, I called to "confirm" my appointment, which is to say, the OCD in me needed to call and make sure they really coming. The guy said they were a half hour away and would be finished there in ten minutes, and then call me. "On," btw, means until 6:00.

What do I do under these circumstances? I make no phone calls. I don't go downstairs, let's say to start a wash or something, because I won't hear the phone ring. I don't do dishes, because I can't hear the phone when the water's running. You get the picture. Mostly, I keep refreshing Google Reader. So, at 5:45, which was already way past when I wanted them to come, I called and left a message that I want to reschedule. Here it is, after 6:00, and I haven't seen them or heard from them. Great. Can I pick' em, or what?

My big event of the day was starting a Facebook page, but I'm not posting it or anything because I'm not really all that comfortable with it. I sent out requests for two friends, my cousin in Florida and my nephew in California, both of which came back approved, but I really don't get the whole Facebook thing. Maybe in time. It feels very, very weird to post a page with my real name and stuff on it; I'm so conditioned by diary-keeping not to do that, and that's my comfort level on the Internet, I guess.

And I'm possibly not feeling so good, which will *ahem* pass soon with any luck. I brought cupcakes for lunch today, as it was The Other Chai's birthday, and I'm thinking it was not so good for me to eat, even thought I ate a healthy lunch of squash soup and an apple beforehand. Time shall certainly tell.


WATCHING FAMILY GUY :: ENTRY #1907
READING: The Nine by Jeffrey Toobin