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Not being at work since last Wednesday was a wonderful idea.

Thursday was Vet Day, and I actually managed to catch Lily relatively quickly and shut her in the bathroom ten minutes before the vet got there. I met him on the porch so he wouldn't ring the doorbell and scare everybody including me. The doorbell is extremely loud. Anyway, Lily decided to be stoic about the whole thing, and got her blood pressure taken and blood drawn and got tartar knocked off upper molars on both sides, and it only cost me $500.

Friday I got the results of Lily's blood tests, and she's the poster child for well-controlled feline hyperthyroidism, so we're all good until November when it's time for rabies shots for both Hairy Beasts. I eventually hauled myself out of my chair around lunchtime and wandered off to the aquarium, which was a better time than I was expecting. After I had had sufficient aquarium time, I wandered off to the Boston Public Market and replaced the Japanese knotweed honey I brought to Noank at one point and which never came home again. Since I hadn't hydrated myself adequately and it was HUMID, I was in pretty sorry shape by the end of that, so I hauled myself home and ingested a quart of seltzer.

Saturday was the usual errands, and I bought six and a half pounds of cherries because they went down to $2.99 from $4.99. Today's Tuesday and I have two pounds left.

Sunday I didn't do a whole hell of a lot, except laundry, and I decided to do something about my craving for Vietnamese summer rolls and couldn't get them because the place in the Super 88 food court was closed for a family wedding. I could have gone to Le's, but Le's likes to stuff their rolls with mostly lettuce and the Super 88 place likes to stuff theirs with mostly noodles. I prefer mostly noodles. I settled for saag paneer from the Indian place instead, and it was good, but it wasn't what I wanted.

Monday I went back to the Super 88 and got the summer rolls, and came home and did some more embroidering. It's going to take three weeks to get a thousand stitches done, which is absurd, but the weather hasn't been cooperating and I don't like sweating all over the project.

Tomorrow when I have to be a Responsible Adult again, I have to reschedule my July massage appointment, and sign myself up to bring something to the chorus executive committee potluck dinner and meeting on the 19th, and schedule an eye exam, and go back to work and concentrate on getting the self-study actually assembled and out the door to be printed.

Next Monday is the drop-dead date for final revisions to all the supporting documents for Standard 2. I expect not to be having very much fun that week, especially since I also have to go to the chorus committee dinner and meeting. I would very much like to be going to a Bastille Day party in Bow, NH the Saturday after the not-fun week, but I'd have to rent a car, and I'm not in any mental condition to be driving anywhere after a week like that.

Just because life is like that, the weekend after the Tuesday-Thursday accreditation site visit in October, my cousin who currently lives in Florida is getting married in Falmouth. I'm trying to decide how bad it looks if I don't go, because the site visit will be three 8:30 - 7:30 days and I'm not all that close to this cousin in the first place. But I probably should go, because even though we're not all that close, I got a Save the Date announcement so they're going to invite me anyway. And Falmouth isn't impossible to get to from here.

My birthday is next Monday. I have no idea what I'm going to do about that. What I want to do about that involves a largish ribeye steak, probably from Mooo, but that's not the sort of place you go in sneakers. I do not like my physical self very much these days, to the point where getting dressed up feels like putting lipstick on a pig, and I don't see the point. I know perfectly well what I have to do about that, but all my will power lately is going to mental self-care because accreditation prep sucks diseased donkeys, and I can't seem to get into the whole physical self-care thing again. This being my 42nd birthday, maybe the answer to life, the universe, and everything will appear after we send the self-study out. Who knows?
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Weather be damned, I went out yesterday intending to get Up To Something for most of the day. So I went out to brunch at The Friendly Toast in Back Bay (food was good, place was loud), and then went swan boating because it's traditional (and wasn't crowded, being mid-60s and fog), and then went and saw Tarzan since I was in the neighborhood (entertaining; just enough plot to hold a lot of CGI together, and Alexander Skarsgard without a shirt on is rather scenic). That got me through 2:30, and then I got a migraine and that was it for the rest of the day. I had meant to go out to dinner, and was toying with the idea of going to see Free State of Jones. The dinner's not going anywhere, but the movie might be gone before I get around to it. Oh well.

Between the movie and the migraine, I got the best birthday email EVER. It defies explanation, but I was standing in the Boylston Street T station laughing so hard I expected to be taken away by the authorities, who wouldn't have understood. Fortunately the train showed up before anybody got any ideas.

I used to get stress-triggered migraines, and I'm not sure that isn't the case with this one. Between the laptop and the ceiling fan and the racial and police situation and the election garbage and CODA and all the other normal stress related to being a responsible adult and breathing in both directions, I haven't been terribly pleased with much of anything lately. I think I should probably give up on the news for a couple of weeks.

I wish I could give up lunch meetings for a couple of weeks, but that won't happen until the middle of next month.
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Almost entirely excellent day today. The un-excellent part was yesterday evening, when I turned on the hot water to wash my hands upon getting home and nothing came out of the faucet. The plumber has just left, and I assume I have a new water heater, because the old one was 15 years old and one does not repair a 15-year-old water heater. (Haven't tried turning on the hot water again yet, though.)

Today has consisted of hanging around at home until I felt like going out (just after 10:00), wandering off to Washington Square for coffee (with cream in it!), wandering off to the Public Garden for the traditional swan boat ride, wandering around the financial district in search of a hole-in-the-wall Italian joint, finding it and having an excellent Caprese sandwich with pesto for lunch, wandering off to the MFA and ambling through the Hokusai exhibit and the ancient Egyptian exhibit for an hour and a half, wandering into Coolidge Corner for more coffee with cream in it and a deep tissue massage, and then wandering home again to feed the cats. The question now is, what's for dinner, and do I go out and eat it elsewhere or do I have it delivered?
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Got x-rayed and asked to do various things with both shoulders, and the verdict is impingement on the right side and tendonitis in both. Treatment to consist of PT for the rest of forever (three months is apparently not enough time), because shoulders take that long to heal and the right side is weak because I haven't been using it, because using it hurt. And if it still hurts after half of the rest of forever, we can think about cortisone shots.

Hm. Can't get an evaluation appointment for PT (not the same place I was going before, which was a madhouse and which wasn't helping as far as I could tell) until the day after the four-week follow-up with the orthopedist. That's going to be less help than it might, but I guess I can re-start the unhelpful exercises in the meantime on the theory that anything is better than nothing. And I can start the massage-every-other-week plan, which might at least be good for my neck. It ties itself in knots trying to compensate for my shoulder.

At least it's warm and no longer pouring rain outdoors. And it's Wednesday, so I can go home after my voice lesson and fall into mushroom ravioli and alfredo sauce. And it's voice lesson day, and that's been good lately. And tomorrow is technically Friday, because Friday is a holiday. I'm thoroughly in favor of that idea.

So far next weekend's Up To Something list goes like this, in no particular order:

- Massage
- Swan boats
- Minions, Inside Out, or both
- Townsman
- Breakfast out, or ice cream, at least once (maybe both at least once)

Thereby leaving a lot of time for anything else I might come up with to get Up To. So there.
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As of 2:00 yesterday afternoon, the rest of this week can go suck on a warthog. It's not that there's anything in particular going wrong; I'm just DONE. I need it to be April so I can go Away for a while. Away is nine points of the law right now. Even when it's warm(ish) out and I'm cheerfully looking around and saying "Hey, that snowbank is shorter than it was yesterday! There's melting going on!", I'm still in Boston and life is still about snowbanks and work and errands and chores and lack of time to do both what needs doing and what I need to do. At least the cats are still happy to see me when I get home.

However, here I am at work, because the Curriculum Task Force meeting that was going to be yesterday got moved to today as of Monday. (Confused yet?) So, since somebody's got to go to the task force meeting and write things down, I'm here waiting for noon. At least there will be lunch. There will, in fact, be way too much lunch, because the reason we have task force meetings on Tuesdays is because nobody can come to meetings on Wednesdays. So I ordered lunch for 12 when the meeting was on Tuesday, and now I have four people I know of coming today. Usually there are at least three or four people who never reply when I ask who's coming but show up anyway, so maybe I'll only have four or five extra lunches. Sigh.

Speaking of lunch, now that Townsman is finally open, I want to go there (for dinner). But I may wait until my birthday weekend, just so I can have a serious blowout of a dinner.
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The calendar says today is Monday. So does everything else about it. Lily decided to keep me awake from 4:15 to 5:30 this morning for no particular reason, it's hit-in-the-face-with-a-hot-washcloth humid, the bus took about half an hour to get from Route 9 to Francis St., my email is full of things I don't wanna deal with, and my vacation is still two weeks away.

On the positive side, however, the weekend was lovely. I woke up on Saturday morning feeling like doing something silly, but got the grocery shopping out of the way first. Along about lunchtime, I figured out that the definition of "silly" could be "get a frame put around the arm tattoo", and found a place that does walk-in appointments for small tattoos on Saturdays. So I got myself all psyched up for that and went down there...and was just barely too late to have the tattoo done and still make it to my voice lesson. That left me with all sorts of extra adrenalin and nothing to let it out with, so I went pelting off to Coolidge Corner and calmed myself down by wandering through the bookstore. I bought a book on the Borgias and went pelting off to the park around the corner from the voice studio, and sat there in the shade with no shoes on for an hour or so, reading about 15th century church politics.

The voice lesson itself went fairly well in that we figured out what to do about what I'm doing wrong now. And then at the end I became the billionth person on the planet to try singing Let it Go, and we had to stop after the first phrase because it turns out I can sing the lowest note in the song as originally written. It's the first time I've ever heard "You have an F!" in an educational context and had it be good news. (I didn't know it was an F, because we had one set of music and one set of just lyrics and I was the one with the lyrics.)

I was waiting for thunderstorms on Saturday night and we never got them. It's disappointing when the whole back half of the state is under a bright red band on the radar map, and by the time it gets here, it's either so broken up that all we get is rain, or it breaks north and south and we don't get anything. I'm sure it would make Snip happy if she could read weather maps.

Lily is going through one of her "wake me up, demand attention, settle down for five minutes, jump off the bed, sharpen claws on box spring, jump back on the bed and demand attention" cycles. Unfortunately she does it between 4:15 and 5:30 AM, which is less than ideal. She usually gets over it in less than a week, but I wish she wouldn't do it in the first place. She started on Saturday night and continued last night.

Anyway, on Sunday I got some useful things done, to wit: vacuumed the living room and the pantry, did laundry, and made apricot crumble again. (I should see if this recipe is any different points-wise; I used half a pound more apricots, half as much sugar and twice as much oatmeal as last time. The sugar and the oatmeal probably cancel each other out, though.) After that I decided to be outdoors for a bit, so went down to Marathon Sports for more socks and then to the Public Garden for my birthday swan boat ride. I always enjoy that, even though I don't quite know why. After that I came home again and pretty much merfed around for the rest of the day.

This morning (after not giving Lily flying lessons, tempted though I may have been) I discovered that Snip had dropped her puffball in the water dish. Which rendered the water undrinkable on account of the puffball being in it, and also made the puffball untouchable on account of being wet. So I fished out the puffball and dried it off a bit, and provided fresh water and breakfast, and all was right with Snip's little furry world. Silly beast.
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Today is my 39th birthday. I know why I didn't take today off (I'd just have to come back to work on Friday), but I'm sort of wondering why I didn't take Friday off. Oh well. Next year July 10 falls on a Friday and I'm absolutely taking that day off.

Yesterday I decided that I like the idea of my next New Adventure being Australia. The question is when I would do it. If it's going to take me two days to get there, I'm going to be there for at least a week and a half. And if I'm going to be away from work that long, it's probably going to be in the summer, which is winter there. Do I want to go to Australia in their winter? I don't know yet. I need to do some more research. But I really do want to go to Australia. (Insert James Garner here, protesting that he doesn't want to be sheriff; he's on his way to Australia...)
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I think I liked my birthday last year somewhat better, but only because I took the day off and did what I bloody well pleased all day. This year I got a new job for my birthday (sort of; I got the job last week), so what else could I want?

Celebration of this year's birthday commences on Friday night, as soon as I figure out whether I want tapas, or whether I want to try something new and different by way of dinner.
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For the first time in ages, I decided to take my mid-week birthday off. I spent it doing (mostly) exactly what I wanted, to wit:

- Got up half an hour later than I would have if I'd been going to work
- Finally got a decent picture of my neighbor's cat, which has an interesting face
- Went out for breakfast
- Went to the Public Garden and had a swan boat ride
- Stuck my head in the Apple store and decided I didn't need a birthday present from there
- Stuck my head in Crate & Barrel, ditto (although I almost bought a cherry pitter)
- Went to JP Licks and had a milkshake for lunch, because it was my birthday
- Came home and finished reading the book I was in the middle of
- Went out again to try to sell the clarinet I haven't played in about 18 years (they said come back on Saturday; not sure I'm going to bother)
- Went to Whole Foods and bought dinner and a teeny little cheesecake for dessert

The upshot is, it's been a pleasant day and I spent a lot of it out doing things I felt like doing. (And eating things I probably shouldn't have eaten all on the same day, but I felt like indulging myself, so I did.) I call that a pretty darn good birthday.
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On Saturday I did in fact drive to Maine and back. Having gotten all the nervous tics out of the way by forgetting my sunglasses and going back for them, and then forgetting the directions and having to go back again for those, I proceeded to get in the car (a Nissan Altima, with less oomph than it should have had) and drive off down Comm Ave. The idea was to avoid 93 by getting on 95 in Waltham. Didn't work that way, though; I got to somewhere in West Newton and Comm Ave suddenly looked like it was closed. So I ended up taking the Pike to 93 to 95. Fortunately 93 wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, bridge replacements notwithstanding. I think I'm over my irrational fear of driving, since I ended up doing all the things I didn't want to do and wasn't overly bothered by them.

Once I got to Maine, I met up with the Nashua contingent and spent a fairish amount of money on Calphalon pans and Smartwool socks and more peanut butter truffles than a sane person needs. Then I followed the Nashua contingent back to Nashua, and we ordered takeout Large Slabs of Dead Cow, and I drove back to Boston after dinner. (Route 3 to 95 to 93, and Storrow Drive to Kenmore.) Dropped the car off, got on the T and got home at about 10:00. The only thing I didn't do is top off the gas tank; I thought of it somewhere at the start of the Nashua to Burlington stretch, but didn't feel like getting off the highway when I hadn't hardly been on it yet. Oh well, so they charge me for half a tank of gas and the rental.

Yesterday, which was my actual birthday, I went grocery shopping in the morning and then came home and did a whole lot of not much. I did finish page 8 of the embroidery pattern, because I want to be halfway through page 10 by the end of the month. Half of page 9 is black, so it should go fairly fast. And I made some more kale and quinoa and lemon stuff for lunch this week. And provided companionship for the Hairy Beasts. All of which was fine, because I feel like I did enough on Saturday to make up for doing Not Much yesterday.

Today I'm wading through work-related stuff, and tomorrow is the last Longer Service meeting. After that I'm done with meetings until late September, and that is a lovely thought.

oof

Jul. 9th, 2010 02:20 pm
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I'm getting too old for this "moving" thing. I am sore and tired and sweaty and it's only 1:30. At least it's Friday, and here I sit in my brand new (temporary) office. I packed a lot of stuff that doesn't belong to me, and I unpacked a lot of different stuff that doesn't belong to me. And all I can say about that is, we have entirely too many boxes of paper clips.

I also packed and unpacked my own stuff, so at least I know where my Advil is. I ought to go hunt up some liquid to take it with. (And I ought to buy more Advil for home, because the current bottle says it expired two years ago.)

My birthday is being celebrated tonight with tapas and tomorrow with swan boats. And possibly with a new watch, since my watch is at least seven years old, has had all its innards replaced once, and has now developed hiccups. The second hand goes ticktick (stop) ticktick (stop) ticktick, etc. I think it has earned its retirement.

Phriday

Jun. 25th, 2010 02:10 pm
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TGIF, and thank goodness for the weather last night. I managed not to get rained on much, but when I did, it felt like somebody was throwing wet marbles at me. BIG raindrops, those. However, now that it's not 90 and humid, everybody's better off. The Hairy Beasts were wrestling again this morning, which is a good sign. I hope the place is still standing when I get home...

I did finally finish Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. I'm reasonably sure it was worth reading once, but it's going in the "books that want homes elsewhere" box. I think the plot is interesting (and it avoided doing some things that would have annoyed me if they'd happened), but I didn't get invested in the characters and I didn't like the author's style of writing terribly much. If I had written that story, it definitely would have been shorter and probably would have been less superficial.

It seems that our office is indeed moving while this space gets renovated. It's getting renovated so we can fit 15 people in it. Which means that at least six filing cabinets which are currently full are going to have to go away, and all of our existing offices (and cubes) are going to get smaller. Apparently our temporary space, on the top floor of the newest HMS building, is worth handcuffing ourselves to in an attempt to stay there. Except we can't, because it's promised to somebody else.

One of these days in the not-entirely-distant future, I have got to decide what I want to do about my birthday. It being my 35th, I probably ought to do something.
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It was perhaps not the best idea ever to wear a skirt on a day when I have to go tromping around four hospitals, but I had no choice since my black pants are completely covered in orange cat hair. I love Lily, but sometimes I wish I could get her shaved. In this weather, she probably wishes so too, but she really wouldn't like the process at all. I tried to go buy her a cooling mat yesterday, but the convenient Petco branch didn't have them and I don't really want to buy one online. Since they're made for dogs, I want to make sure that the Hairy Beasts can't immediately puncture the thing and get water all over everywhere.

I guess today is the Great Desk Shuffle Day; we're trying to provide actual workspace for everybody, instead of having somebody stuck at a drafting table in the middle of the office traffic pattern. Which somehow involves having nearly every desk in the suite ending up in somebody else's office. File under Smile and nod and try not to get run over by errant office furniture.

Hm. I guess the tromping around four hospitals is going to happen tomorrow. I can live with that, especially if it's not going to be nearly 90 degrees tomorrow. (I hope we get the hinted-at thunderstorm tonight. I love thunderstorms.)

My birthday (July 10) falls on a Saturday this year, and it's my 35th birthday besides, so I'm inclined to do something about it. So far I want to go out for breakfast and then go ride the swan boats in the Public Garden, and I haven't planned anything more than that yet. But I've got time.

I know that if it were fun, they wouldn't call it work, but why is it against the law for work to ever be any fun these days?
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As far as birthday weekends go, it was a very nice one.

On Friday night I did in fact take myself out for dinner at Lineage, where I had the most expensive meal I've ever had, but it was worth it. Arugula salad, followed by sea scallops, followed by blueberry bread pudding (which arrived with a candle in it because I mentioned it was a birthday dinner).

Before I went to dinner, I went to Brookline Booksmith and bought Schott's Original Miscellany, which I've looked at in bookstores three or four times now. I love it, partly because it's so random. (Just for instance, page 81 consists of a list of decimal prefixes, a list of the 12 labors of Hercules, and a list of Santa's reindeer. You can also look up how to read cattle brands, how a symphony orchestra is arranged, the list of English monarchs from 1410-present, and the Braille alphabet.) The Original is from 2002; I looked at the 2008 version, but it's arranged by subject, and less fun.

Saturday consisted of a trip to NH, involving seeing Public Enemies in Merrimack. They got it mostly right, history-wise, but the way they handled the plot came out somewhere around pretty good. I'm glad I saw it, but I don't need to see it again. Oh well, it was a good day anyway, and I didn't have to wait at all for three of the six trains involved in getting there and back. And I got home about two minutes before it started to rain HARD, last night.

Today I should've done a lot of things I didn't do, but I didn't do anything I really shouldn't have done, so it all comes out even.

yay!

Jul. 10th, 2009 04:12 pm
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Among the reasons I am having a good day today, aside from the fact that it's my birthday and it's Friday and it's not raining, is the fact that because I work for Harvard, I found out that Steeleye Span is coming to the Somerville Theater in September. And I have a ticket to go see them.

Now if it would kindly be 40 minutes from now so I can actually not be at work any more this week, that would be lovely too.
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The sky is a highly unusual color all over, namely blue. I wasn't going to believe the weather forecast until I saw it, but now I've seen it, so maybe I believe that it won't rain tomorrow either.

I had a really long, complicated, disturbing nightmare last night involving trying to call an FBI office in Asia somewhere because I was sitting on an airplane next to somebody who had done one of those cartoon Wanted-poster-comes-to-life things, and the phone number kept getting longer, and I kept getting it wrong, and then when I did get ahold of the FBI, they refused to believe me, and...it was worse than it sounds, to the point where when I actually woke up, it took me a couple of minutes to remember it had been a dream. Apparently it was disturbing to Snip, too, because she abandoned ship sometime in the middle of the night and slept in the living room.

Today was SOP packet day, and after next Tuesday I am DONE with all this SOP-meeting-related munge until mid-September. Yesterday I figured out why I'm so tired: the June and July meetings are three weeks apart and constitute 21 promotions between them. 21 promotions in three weeks is pretty much unheard of. No wonder I'm beat.

However, tomorrow I am taking myself out to a horribly expensive restaurant for dinner, because if you can't splurge on your birthday, what's the point?
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I had a wonderful birthday dinner and dessert last night, so I think 33 has most decidedly gotten off on the right foot.

I'm about to spend a fair bit of money on embroidery-related stuff (patterns and beads for me, and supplies for a piece for my just-married cousin), and I wish I could get it all from one place. It's easier not to get carried away that way.

Today is Friday, and the weather is lovely, and I have Grand Plans for this evening and slightly less Grand Plans for the weekend. And they're all things I actually want to do, rather than things I need to do. So life is good.

Hooray!
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32 was a pretty good year. I hope 33 is at least as good.

declaration

Jul. 9th, 2007 01:51 pm
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WHEREAS tomorrow is my birthday, and

WHEREAS the only idea I have for celebrating it involves dinner, and

WHEREAS it's going to be bloody hot tomorrow, and

WHEREAS my heart belongs to Tsunami in Coolidge Corner when it comes to sushi,

THEREFORE anybody who likes sushi and can get to Tsunami by 7:00 tomorrow night is welcome to join me for dinner.
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Next Tuesday is my 32nd birthday and I don't have a clue what I want to do about it.

32 will be a better year than 31 for several reasons I already know about. Hopefully there will also be several other reasons I don't know about.
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