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Apr. 28th, 2005 01:15 amI visited my son Shawn today and got a look at his new digs. He has so much more room than he had living at home! And a good eye for arranging furniture, too. I'm sure he got that from me. :)
Reading folk's LJs is more interesting than reading DiaryLand, I'm beginning to think - the privacy ability means that things aren't always worded for public consumption so I think we see more of who a person really is although it's easy to forget that things typed at speed at one hour may well be worded more because of a stubbed toe or a lousy meeting with a boss than they might reflect the longer-lasting feelings of the author. Or so I hope. I like to believe that my friends are full of the milk of human kindness and the virtue of charity... but irritation does need an outlet and where better than someplace non-confrontational and easily erased or explained? I think we get virtual hugs faster here than by picking up the phone in the middle of the night or a busy workday. Well, sometimes, anyway.
I didn't do my PT exercises today. Bad me. I forgot and now Arn's asleep on the bed where I'd need to do them. The floor's not impossible, just full of white cat fur. And the vacuum cleaner would gain me half a clean carpet before a sleepy bear came charging out of the bedroom to rend the power cord from the appliance. So I'll marinade lightly in guilt and take care of that in the morning. Wonder if it works like daily vitamins, "take at the same time every day and if you miss a day, take as soon as possible then continue with the daily dose"... so if I workout in the morning and then again in the afternoon, that will count, right?
I went up to Richmond on Sunday and attended a Great Dark Horde meeting with my Khanate, which was fun. There's only three of us in this little sub-division of the household and it turns out that all three of us are Pel/Laurels, which is even more of a hoot. (We hadn't noticed and since I just got my laurel last September, it's not like that coincidence had been long in developing.) I had actually gone up there to help sort and catalogue a late friend's research work... six hours, we spent, sorting and counting Finnr's looseleaf and Xerox binders. It was the kind of button-counting work I enjoy but throughout the day there was a bittersweet tinge in the air. I still miss him. The work lit a fire under my tail, too. When I go, I don't want my friends to squirrel away my research notes for two years because there's so much of it in an order that only I carry in my head. I'm going to start now in sorting and labeling my stuff. I had been doing that anyway, but not to a level that would have helped someone else easily find information. So now I've got a model to reference for my own collection.
Okay, done with typing. Back to the salt (sewing table) mines...
Reading folk's LJs is more interesting than reading DiaryLand, I'm beginning to think - the privacy ability means that things aren't always worded for public consumption so I think we see more of who a person really is although it's easy to forget that things typed at speed at one hour may well be worded more because of a stubbed toe or a lousy meeting with a boss than they might reflect the longer-lasting feelings of the author. Or so I hope. I like to believe that my friends are full of the milk of human kindness and the virtue of charity... but irritation does need an outlet and where better than someplace non-confrontational and easily erased or explained? I think we get virtual hugs faster here than by picking up the phone in the middle of the night or a busy workday. Well, sometimes, anyway.
I didn't do my PT exercises today. Bad me. I forgot and now Arn's asleep on the bed where I'd need to do them. The floor's not impossible, just full of white cat fur. And the vacuum cleaner would gain me half a clean carpet before a sleepy bear came charging out of the bedroom to rend the power cord from the appliance. So I'll marinade lightly in guilt and take care of that in the morning. Wonder if it works like daily vitamins, "take at the same time every day and if you miss a day, take as soon as possible then continue with the daily dose"... so if I workout in the morning and then again in the afternoon, that will count, right?
I went up to Richmond on Sunday and attended a Great Dark Horde meeting with my Khanate, which was fun. There's only three of us in this little sub-division of the household and it turns out that all three of us are Pel/Laurels, which is even more of a hoot. (We hadn't noticed and since I just got my laurel last September, it's not like that coincidence had been long in developing.) I had actually gone up there to help sort and catalogue a late friend's research work... six hours, we spent, sorting and counting Finnr's looseleaf and Xerox binders. It was the kind of button-counting work I enjoy but throughout the day there was a bittersweet tinge in the air. I still miss him. The work lit a fire under my tail, too. When I go, I don't want my friends to squirrel away my research notes for two years because there's so much of it in an order that only I carry in my head. I'm going to start now in sorting and labeling my stuff. I had been doing that anyway, but not to a level that would have helped someone else easily find information. So now I've got a model to reference for my own collection.
Okay, done with typing. Back to the salt (sewing table) mines...
