| Saturday June 22, 2002 -- 8:40pm There are so many things open on the computer right now that, if something bad doesn't happen, I will be amazed. There is a method to my madness. Opening a can is more work than boiling water for pasta. Boiling water for pasta is more work than putting peanut butter on a silce of bread. It requires true inspiration to deal with cutting a tomato, slicing off some cheese, getting out the sprouts and mayo, and actually making a healthy sandwich.Tonight it's pasta. I hate weekends, because no one is on-line. -- 8:00am Apparently the effects of one large ice coffee from your favorite donut establishment are not negated by one bottle of Saranac Black and Tan. Aforementioned bottle of black and tan, plus a 10 hour work day, an hour long walk in warm conditions, and exhaustion brought on by weeks of strange and insufficient sleep, are also not enough to negate the effects of one large ice coffee from your favorite donut establishment. Although, I am pretty sure that, were it not for the whole achey leg thing, I could have slept past 6 this morning. Ah well. What else to do than take a hair of the dog that bit you? Strong coffee is brewing this very moment.I am hoping that I will somehow be able to get to my functional car without the walk today. It looks like rain, and I don't think by friend the Pit Bull will be out to play. Friday June 21, 2002 -- 9:15pm Interesting day. First let me begin my reminding everyone (i.e. the two people that read this page) that the director of our museum is terribly dumb. I urge you to link to neversane [link dead] and read Kathleen's entry from today regarding his solicitation of a donation from a door company. I swear to you upon pain of death that Kathleen is telling the truth. I read the letter myself. She has quoted it exactly. It is amazing how much of an adventure every day is when I am not being blinded by mental illness. Today, for example, the battery in my car died suddenly and resoundingly. Luckily it happened to do this at a service station. It was the battery, so Gary jump started it and I drove off to work. What I didn't realize at the time was that this was no minor illness. No. This was Death. So when I tried to leave the museum, an hour after the last straggling staff had left, the car was once again undeniably dead and going nowhere. So, I exploited my dear friend Dan for the millionth time and he agreed to come rescue me. This would take a while. Being very hungry, I decided to scrounge around for food. To my delight, I found a half empty box of Butter Crunch ice cream in the freezer, and some chocolate syrup in the fridge. I ate it directly out of the box while I waited for Dan. After being rescued, I drove to the auto place to get a new battery. They could not install it tonight, but I didn't want to drive it home and have to exploit Dan again in the morning, so I left it there. And walked home. This can be classified as Mildly Insane. It is quite hot, and it is quite far to home from the auto place. But an hour later I was here, and I had actually had a lovely walk. I saw a rabbit almost first thing, which surprised me given the busy-ness and general ugliness of Central Avenue. I also met a very nice dog on the way. It was a black Pit Bull and it was so loving and friendly, I wanted to take him home. I opted not to, given the number of cats living here. I also broke a major Deana Rule and spoke to strangers. I couldn't help myself. They were apartment hunting. The best way to find an apartment in Albany is to walk around town, looking for signs on the doors of buildings indicating available space. These people had the good sense to bring their cell phone with them and make the calls while they were standing in front of the For Rent sign! It's so obvious, but I never would have thought of doing that. I couldn't help but stop and say, "That is the smartest thing I have seen in a long time." I think they thought I was a big dork, but they didn't say anything mean, or throw me into oncoming traffic, so I consider this a successful interaction. Thursday June 20, 2002 -- 8:15pm This is interesting. When I start Explorer, the home page (which is Dell's web site or something) comes up in Russian. -- 7:50am I am really not amused by my body's new habit of waking up at 5:00am. My shrink theorizes that I have something called "Restless Leg Syndrome." I think it's side-effects to the meds. Either way, I wake up at 5am thrashing my legs around, and then I can't go back to sleep because, while my brain and the rest of my body are desperately tired, my legs seem to want to go for a jog. Yawn. Wednesday June 19, 2002 -- 5:40pm I would really love it if the computer would stop freezing every time I try to do anything with the front page. Monday June 17, 2002 -- 8:10pm Hehehe! I just went to the grocery to buy cat litter. Since I have been an extremely good girl today, I also bought popsicles to reward myself. So I was walking down to the check out with a soggy box of rapidly melting popsicles in one hand and a 21 pound box of cat litter in the other when, at the end of aisle 9, the top ripped off the box of litter and the thing plopped (rather sloppily) onto the floor. An old, scroungy-looking man returning bottles looked up me - standing there staring at the cat litter on my shoes - and said, "WOW! Are you all right?!?" as if, instead of litter, I had spilled a box of hand grenades. It was the last box of this particular brand of litter. I have been experimenting with cheaper brands because I really don't feel like taking out a loan for my cats to poop on, but that experiment has ended rather stinkily. Well - almost. I did end up buying a cheaper brand tonight, after fleeing the scene of the crime. I feel I should say more about the Clearwater Festival, as it was a really magical sort of day. Pete Seeger and Dar Williams and about 500 people singing "Turn, Turn, Turn." The Hudson River churned up by the wind and throwing itself against its banks when the thunderstorms came near. The way the rain crept in on us during one song and all the umbrellas, garbage bags, etc. rose and strangers huddled together to keep dry as the few drops became a downpour. The way the clouds blew away during the next song, turning the rain off like a faucet, and leaving an orange sunset behind them, and our conviction that it was our voices singing, "Iowa," that had done it. But I wouldn't want to risk getting all poetic. Looks like I'm going to be a student of Wing Chum style Kung Fu beginning next Monday. So watch out. -- 12:45 am Ok. So 3 reddish-heads, a blonde, and a completely bald man go to an all day outdoor music festival. And which one of them brings the sun screen? Oops. But don't worry, Mom. The lovely Clearwater people took care of us. For 75 cents I got my choice of SPFs at a little table near the entrance. I am sunburn free. And I signed a petition to close down a nuclear plant that is a likely target for terrorist attacks. My family happens to live within its "Peak Injury Zone," which is better than being in the "Peak Fatality Zone" or what they simply call, "The Evacuation Planning Zone." But still. One last thing before I pass out in my bed. Dar Williams rocks. |
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