miscellany

[opabinia]

The basement flooded. Some of my boxes are wet. I knew this could happen, but I never got around to elevating them. I guess I didn't really care that much. I think my important stuff was off the ground, so that's good. I bought plastic sweater boxes to replace the soggy cardboard ones. I meant to begin the process of transfering and thinning yesterday, but I found myself occupied.

Saturday we had keyless entry installed in sadira's car. A gift fit for the concrete jungle.

Yesterday was a busy day. Sadira was my baking drill sergeant. We made tasty ginger cookies for bottleimp and his family, using new kitchen stuff the girl bought for me. I need to ship the cookies out soon, before I taste test them all.

WinXP Pro seems to agree with the new motherboard and processor, which was a big surprise. It detected the new hardware and just kept running. This is sort of like having a fragile mind readily adapt to a new brain and nervous system. It was too good to be true. Really, it was, so then my RAM acted up. Now neither of my sticks wants to work, so I had to buy two more. I should look back and see how long I have gone sans home computer. I would surely be deep in debt, and probably without a temp machine, were it not for the generous arcanus, who performed hours of diagnostics and tinkering.

The important thing is to remember what I want to spend my time doing, and actively seek out ways to put myself in a position to do it. I think I know what I want, but I still have to figure out how to do it. I think most people say they don't want a nine-to-five, that they can't see themselves becoming a drone, but then go ahead and do it anyway. That makes me doubt, but I still think I can do it. I already have the screwed-up schedule nailed down.

I need to work from home, and decrease my daily dealings with The City. High population density turns people into obstacles and annoyances instead of humans. I want rocks and trees and dirt and more elbow room.

Dad is meeting with his doctor on Wednesday. They changed his appointment to an evening one instead of a midday one, because the doc wants to talk to him for longer than the previous slot would allow. This worries us all. I have told my mother that it merely means my father has numerous options, and that the doctor wants to present them all to him.

I've been picking at La Peste. My French vocab is poor, so there are numerous terms I have to ignore or look up, and I'm missing a lot of expressions and possibly some humor. Sometimes I think I should slog through it with a Larousse, but then I remember that I never use French, and that I wish I'd learned German instead anyway. But then I say dammit you took four years of French read the fucking book.

So I've been reading Stranger instead. Not L'etranger, but Stranger. It's a collection of creepy short stories with a common "encounter with unknown person or entity" theme. A lot of them are quite good. I stole this book from anechoic.

bottleimp's kid turned three this month. Where does the time go? I remember cooing at him while holding him on my forearms.

I wish I had a freakish gift for programming, and a deep love of computers. No, I wish my no-money interests were actually profitable. I wish I was paid $97K to figure out how to spawn L. paradoxa.

Holy crap! My woman is leaving for ten days on Thursday! I told her to take insect repellent. Honduran bugs.

Yes, slow day at work.