Love Them Days Off

As always, a day off from work is a nice thing. (Yes, yes, I remember how glad I was to get back to work when I was sick. That was because I was sick.) *sigh* It was such a nice day.

I slept until 7.30, which is two hours past my normal weekday wake-up time. I had a leisurely cup of coffee, then got dressed and went to Target. I swear I was in and out of there in ten minutes, tops, filled up a little basket with what I needed and nothing else. (Burner bibs for the stove, two pair of croc-like flip-flops, paper plates.) By the time I got home, K went out for a walk and then a doctor's appointment, and I got all my weekly cleaning done. (But no laundry.) And when she got back, we did our food shopping. Then she left for the dentist and I took a nap.

Every day should be like this, eh?

Oh, I've decided what I want to do when I retire. I want to Twitter all day long. By that time, I'll probably have an iPhone or some kind of smart phone with a decent size screen and a full-time Internet connection, so I'll just keep the Twitter home page up all day long wherever I am. It's my new goal.

Speaking of cellphones, I am apparently the one idiot in America who is incapable of using one. Although I have taught myself to text into Twitter, it would seem that I am not so good at making or receiving actual calls. Listen to this one. K called while I was on my way home from Target; I didn't answer while I was driving, because a) I prefer not to, and b) we have a fairly harsh no-cell-phone-while-driving law here. Now, I was actually wearing a bluetooth headset, but I am inept with that as well, and disconnected the call instead of answering it. Ahem. I pulled off the road into the totally empty parking lot of an office building, and into a space. I tried calling her back, didn't work. She called me back, I disconnected her. I finally saw that she texted me that it wasn't important, don't call back, and there was a tap on my window. A woman was standing outside her running car, right next to me, and said "You're in my space." Yes, in a totally empty lot, I parked in the one space of the worker who arrives obsessively early. Anyway, I couldn't make or receive a call even though I had a million bars showing. Because I am just that inept with cellphones. And headsets, it would appear.

I just finished my leftover seafood lasagna for dinner and it was, again, delish, but now I am starving again. I've been snacking a lot less in general, but right now, I want foooooood.

WATCHING MASH :: ENTRY #1724

O Frabjous Day!

Callooh! Callay!

Ahem. It is a very beautiful day here, and the kid's birthday. And my crap magnetism was apparently out of commission today, because no particular crap was attracted to me. (Although the day is not over.) And I had a delightful pedi, and even still have my Croc flip-flops on, which I don't even do in the summer, hardly ever.

Okay, so all the school district librarians were in my computer lab for training today, although not the SCM and I because we already did that last June, and at one point, one of the middle school people, an old pal of sorts, noticed that I had Twitter on one of my tabs and asked me to help her get started. Later in the day I had her log on, and showed her a couple of things and she asked to follow me. Uh ... well, I was polite, but no. (I had even already shared with her earlier in the day my recent state of fragility, so I knew she wouldn't push it.) Anyway, I explained that I keep my online life and my 3D life very separate. Was I rude?

I don't know. I do know that I am so comfortable with my diary and Twitter buddies, and I really would rather not have to limit what I say because someone I know in 3D is reading. And in a way, it's like inviting someone to a party that you know, but no one else knows, and she won't get the jokes, and when you do that, you end up keeping that person company in the corner because she doesn't know anyone else to talk to. Y'know?

And sense of humor? Not so much. She is actually looking for other librarians to talk shop with on Twitter. I am not. I am looking to bitch about my library, but I'm not interested in it as a resource for my work. Please. I would rather have a pages-long discussion on what cilantro smells like and who eats it anyway, or doesn't. That, my friends, is entertainment. Which MARC tag is best for cataloging additional authors who speak English as a second language ain't my idea of fun.

Oh, so now the Hubs called and he's coming home early instead of going to a seminar and I hope this doesn't screw up our dinner plans. The good thing, though, is that all of them can have wine with dinner since I'm driving and I don't drink, so they can be as happy as they want. I'm even driving R home afterward, since she's taking the train directly here to B-Town, which reminds me I have to leave in a few minutes to pick her up.

And remember to take my pills before I go. Yes, remember to take my pills. Got it. And I already called in for a sick day tomorrow, which is entirely legitimate because if I went to that training, I'd be having anxiety attacks all day.


WATCHING MASH :: ENTRY #1723

A Better Day

Not necessarily a good day, you understand, but a better day, by yesterday's standard. Yesterday was a terrible day, and not even a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day, because that would be cute, and yesterday was not cute. But I am better, and I think K is better, or at least she is more calm. Yesterday, in brief, was a deep depression day for both of us. We have both got to go to therapy, and I don't know if we're working on it hard enough. I do have a name, but I'm thinking now that maybe I should keep looking, because this person is a parent of a kid at my school and one of the things I'll need to talk about is the assholes at school. K also has names and has called, but hasn't managed to connect with anyone yet.

No more details, then, because thinking/talking/writing about the details in ... detail will only bring it all back to me. I'm becoming a Scarlet O'Hara professional in my old age, as in "I'll think about it tomorrow." Hey, whatever works. I really do have to get a handle on this shit, though, because it makes my tongue go all weird, although I have no effect on my internal parts, thank goodness.

I will say that school was less sucky today -- as I indicated on Twitter -- because I didn't have to talk to any administrators today. Also, my brilliant idea of this afternoon was a way to manage a new car for K, but she looked into it and the car I was thinking about turns out to be crap. Sadly, it's the affordable car of the moment. We'll keep looking there.

What else can I tell you? Oh, get this. After my haircut yesterday, I stopped at the wonderful bra store, which is near my hairdresser, and I basically went into a dressing room, took off my shirt and said "Help!" So I got a new bra, and I am now wearing a freaking 38G. Yes. Who even knew that bra sizes came in G? Well, they do. And actually today was the first day in who knows how long that my bra didn't hurt me all day. So I guess they got it right. (With apologies to any of the male gender who might possibly be reading.)

I have ordered myself three presents in the last couple of weeks: my adorable cheap Mickey watch, which I showed you, and along a similar train of thought, a new mouse for my Mac, a two-button mouse, which I love and which I got mostly with coupons. But the biggie comes tomorrow (I hope): an Oreck vacuum cleaner and a "free" cordless iron along with it. Ooooooh. I am so excited! (No shit, I really am.) I will vacuum and iron all weekend long! (Okay, maybe vacuum, you can only iron if you've got stuff that needs ironing. But I love me a cordless iron. A brilliant invention. I had one for years, but couldn't find a replacement when it died.) Anyway, by this time tomorrow evening I shall have the cleanest carpets in New Jersey. I'll let you know.



WATCHING MASH :: ENTRY #1716

All a'Twitter

Yes, I'm joining the 21st century, or whichever century this is; I signed up for Twitter. I have no idea why, because trust me, I'm not that interesting. But it intrigues me, it's a toy, and that's all it needs to be. I was thinking that it would even make me more comfortable at texting because I'm not, but it just occurred to me that I should check my phone plan and see what I have there, because if this toy is going to cost me fifty cents each time I play with it, I'll update from a desktop somewhere, thank you.

Anyway, two of you found me before I was practically even there, and I don't know how you did that, but cool. I put the twitter thing down there on my page somewhere, if anyone's interested. (Not that I am, as I say, inherently interesting.)

I still have like a million pages to read in Truman, but I picked up Persepolis when someone returned it to the library yesterday, and it is most interesting. I've tried reading some other graphic novels but they're too graphic for me, this one is not. And a story I haven't really heard before. Based on my being about halfway through it so far, I would recommend it.

The news on my Aunt is that she seems perfectly fine (except for the Alzheimer's thing) and no one knows what happened to her or how she got better, but she appeared dead on Friday, and was carrying on conversations on Sunday. Who knows.

So here was a nice compliment to my kid I heard about today. She's been in subbing for two days this week for a particular teacher who has poor classroom management, and whose classes are therefore not well behaved. The teacher called in that she would be out the rest of the week. So the secretary who took the call said, after she hung up, "Damn! No one can handle those classes! We'd better get K Chai in for the rest of the week!" Which I know because someone overheard this and told me about it, and the secretary who made the comment never says a nice thing about anyone. So nice when someone thinks your kid is a capable adult.

Who is at class tonight, and the Hubs is coming home late, so I'm on my own here for awhile. Time to catch up on a George Lopez I recorded last night. Speaking of catching up, or keeping up, my house is still clean. I'm doing the little daily wiping up, as well as the vacuuming and shower cleaning on Saturday. K is doing the kitchen and bathroom floors on Saturday. Which goes to show you that if you live long enough, you will see things you never thought you would. Both of my daughters keep their own apartments clean, when they have them, but at home? Why would they clean at home? Well, now I've seen it done, so things must be pretty chilly down in hell these days.

Okay, George awaits.

WATCHING ELLEN :: ENTRY #1711