Oh Kuday! Bashimda balta bar!
Apr. 7th, 2004 07:59 amWell, there were squirrels on Saturday, but I went home with Edwin before feast because I was very tired. Turns out that doing so meant there was just that much more food available, and I got to go to bed at 6:30. Finally got out of bed at 11 or so on Sunday, then changed the clocks so it was really 12. But it felt like 11. Although I suppose at that point, after 17 hours sleep, one hour one way or t'other is fairly minimal.
I got a certain amount of embroidery done on Saturday, a lot of sitting around chatting, some laying of Evil Nefarious Plans (which may require some variety of pharmaceutical to bring to fruition, it turns out), and not much else.
Sunday I did some work on my class for Vilku Urvas/Riverwatch (same class, two weekends in a row), ran a few errands, and thought about running a load of dishes. There will be a handout, but I am not sure that the extant recipe corpus for 13th c. Denmark/Iceland/Germany is all that interesting or useful for explaining how one goes about redacting a recipe. There are a couple of potentially nifty recipes in there, but they're not very good as teaching tools. Bleh.
Tuesday I managed to not bring my class materials to work on, or my embroidery, or anything else that I could conceivably be working on, and it was not a good thing. Then again, I was on a call for two hours straight, including over my lunch hour, so I was pretty much limited to staring and drooling for a bit until I recovered enough to actually eat my lunch. I managed to lose my security token, too, which was odd--I went to swipe it when I got to the door and it wasn't on my keychain, but the piece that it's on is one of those breakable ones that usually require two hands to take apart--one to push and one to pull. Weird. So now I have a new token and somewhere out there is a non-functional security token on half of an FSI keychain. Weird.
Went biking Monday, my first time since fall on the bike, and I managed all the way around the lake and about a block back before the vicious headwind got vicious. And my quads don't hate me nearly as much as I thought they would, but other parts of me unused to supporting that much of my weight all at once are displeased. I need to ride more.
The women's bathroom at the other end of the floor smells like somebody microwaved popcorn in there. Which would be less odd if there was a microwave there, but it's only a bathroom, not a lounge, so no microwave, and the closest microwave on the floor is a good thirty feet away plus the door points the wrong direction.
The plaid cat is getting bolder. After the striped cat beat her soundly about the head yesterday morning, when TPC came into the bathroom to join the other two cats who were obviously getting attention when she wasn't (and roll around on the floor exposing her soft underbelly and look cute in a blatant attempt to gain petting), she took a couple of swipes at TSC's hindquarters as TSC went out into the hallway. And she (TPC) has been coming into the bedroom and whining when it's clear that Other Cats Are Getting Attention. And sleeping on the roll of wool quilt batting that I've got wrapped in an old bedsheet and blocking drafts over by the front door. It's very cute, but I couldn't originally figure out why the roll had a noticeable dent in it until I saw her sleeping on it. Apparently it's very cozy. I'm not sure if her gaining what might be considered a small amount of backbone is in any way related to the current practice of displaced aggression by the other two felines, or their increased sensitivity towards being offended by her mere presence, or if it's just that phase of the moon, but she's definitely started to assert herself. If it's ok. Sometimes. And she let Mikey pet her the other night while she was on the bedroom floor, not in an acceptable safe place.
I took both TSC and TBC out on the leash on Sunday, so they could nibble grass and roll on the concrete and I could apply the shedding rake with vigor and enthusiasm (and much fur). I'm honestly not sure if it made a difference, although I think TSC is shedding slightly less when you pet her, now. TBC is definitely fatter than she's ever been. I'm not sure how to fix that, outside of liposuction. Or a treadmill.
Started planning landscaping and gardening on Sunday. Having another pair of hands is a good and nifty thing, since some people are just not gardening types. 'Sokay, he can do the laundry. :-)
It looks like there will be a raised-bed garden on the neighbor's side of the driveway, which will allow me to grow nifty things like tomatoes and strawberries and lettuces and beets and fruit bats and orangutans and more strawberries and perhaps a quince bush or two. And maybe if I'm lucky, a cherry tree. *crosses fingers* I still have to pull the dead mint out of the mint bed, and remove the dead leaves and dead raspberry canes, and deal with the string and stakes and such, but everything else looks much better than it did last weekend.
I got a certain amount of embroidery done on Saturday, a lot of sitting around chatting, some laying of Evil Nefarious Plans (which may require some variety of pharmaceutical to bring to fruition, it turns out), and not much else.
Sunday I did some work on my class for Vilku Urvas/Riverwatch (same class, two weekends in a row), ran a few errands, and thought about running a load of dishes. There will be a handout, but I am not sure that the extant recipe corpus for 13th c. Denmark/Iceland/Germany is all that interesting or useful for explaining how one goes about redacting a recipe. There are a couple of potentially nifty recipes in there, but they're not very good as teaching tools. Bleh.
Tuesday I managed to not bring my class materials to work on, or my embroidery, or anything else that I could conceivably be working on, and it was not a good thing. Then again, I was on a call for two hours straight, including over my lunch hour, so I was pretty much limited to staring and drooling for a bit until I recovered enough to actually eat my lunch. I managed to lose my security token, too, which was odd--I went to swipe it when I got to the door and it wasn't on my keychain, but the piece that it's on is one of those breakable ones that usually require two hands to take apart--one to push and one to pull. Weird. So now I have a new token and somewhere out there is a non-functional security token on half of an FSI keychain. Weird.
Went biking Monday, my first time since fall on the bike, and I managed all the way around the lake and about a block back before the vicious headwind got vicious. And my quads don't hate me nearly as much as I thought they would, but other parts of me unused to supporting that much of my weight all at once are displeased. I need to ride more.
The women's bathroom at the other end of the floor smells like somebody microwaved popcorn in there. Which would be less odd if there was a microwave there, but it's only a bathroom, not a lounge, so no microwave, and the closest microwave on the floor is a good thirty feet away plus the door points the wrong direction.
The plaid cat is getting bolder. After the striped cat beat her soundly about the head yesterday morning, when TPC came into the bathroom to join the other two cats who were obviously getting attention when she wasn't (and roll around on the floor exposing her soft underbelly and look cute in a blatant attempt to gain petting), she took a couple of swipes at TSC's hindquarters as TSC went out into the hallway. And she (TPC) has been coming into the bedroom and whining when it's clear that Other Cats Are Getting Attention. And sleeping on the roll of wool quilt batting that I've got wrapped in an old bedsheet and blocking drafts over by the front door. It's very cute, but I couldn't originally figure out why the roll had a noticeable dent in it until I saw her sleeping on it. Apparently it's very cozy. I'm not sure if her gaining what might be considered a small amount of backbone is in any way related to the current practice of displaced aggression by the other two felines, or their increased sensitivity towards being offended by her mere presence, or if it's just that phase of the moon, but she's definitely started to assert herself. If it's ok. Sometimes. And she let Mikey pet her the other night while she was on the bedroom floor, not in an acceptable safe place.
I took both TSC and TBC out on the leash on Sunday, so they could nibble grass and roll on the concrete and I could apply the shedding rake with vigor and enthusiasm (and much fur). I'm honestly not sure if it made a difference, although I think TSC is shedding slightly less when you pet her, now. TBC is definitely fatter than she's ever been. I'm not sure how to fix that, outside of liposuction. Or a treadmill.
Started planning landscaping and gardening on Sunday. Having another pair of hands is a good and nifty thing, since some people are just not gardening types. 'Sokay, he can do the laundry. :-)
It looks like there will be a raised-bed garden on the neighbor's side of the driveway, which will allow me to grow nifty things like tomatoes and strawberries and lettuces and beets and fruit bats and orangutans and more strawberries and perhaps a quince bush or two. And maybe if I'm lucky, a cherry tree. *crosses fingers* I still have to pull the dead mint out of the mint bed, and remove the dead leaves and dead raspberry canes, and deal with the string and stakes and such, but everything else looks much better than it did last weekend.