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Last night I wrote e-mail to the Boston Transportation Commissioner about the parade situation. I probably wouldn't have done it if that hadn't been the third parade I'd gotten embroiled in due to lack of advertising and/or lack of alternate routes. I doubt anything will ever come of it, but I wanted him to know that it's extremely inconvenient to be suddenly unable to get home after you've gone out. It's a good thing I don't take any time-critical medicine, or anything like that.

It seems to have decided to rain. We could probably use it, but it does put a bit of a crimp in my plan to go grocery shopping. Theoretically I could go get on the T at Roxbury Crossing, get off again at Jackson Square and walk up to the grocery store, but it's only one stop and that's silly. I could be rearranging my living room while I wait for it to quit raining (Murphy's Law says that the minute I get my stereo disassembled to the point where I can't let go of some piece or other instantly, that's when the temp agency will call me). Or I could get the temp agency to call me sooner if I go get in the shower. I guess it comes down to "how do I want to tempt fate today?".

At least I remembered to get up earlyish and go put the recycling out, thereby reclaiming some of my kitchen floor. Funny how when I drink a lot of seltzer and/or a lot of milk, I end up with a lot of empty plastic bottles. I wonder if I could get a recycling bin and put it outside the kitchen door, so I could free up the floor for good? Plastic doesn't care if it gets rained on.

I need a shower anyway, so I think that's the flavor of tempting fate I'm going to go with.

killing time

It stopped raining, which was nice of it, and I went off on an Expedition, which was an utter failure. I got up to the embroidery place in Arlington and discovered that, contrary to its web site, it's closed on Mondays. Since it had taken half of forever for the 77 bus to arrive at Harvard Square and I didn't hold out much hope for it going the other way, I decided to start walking back down Mass Ave. So I did that, and decided that as long as I was walking that way, I'd go to China Fair and see about a basket or so to put my video tapes in. Wrong; apparently China Fair is closed on Mondays too. So I got stubborn, and since there still hadn't been a bus going in the direction I was going, I walked back to Harvard Square, got on the T, went down to Park Street, walked to Chinatown, had lunch and came home. I think I've officially had enough exercise today, if for no other reason than I did all that walking while wearing jeans, and it's rather warm out. I'll probably change my mind about that and go grocery shopping once I cool off again.

I sent my resume off to another translation agency, which will probably ignore it because I don't have five years of experience. I'll never know if I don't try, though. I've more or less decided to send my resume to anything Tufts-related that is NOT the dental school and see if that gets me anywhere. If nothing else, I knew their particular system of bureaucracy once.

Tomorrow I may try the whole round of errands again, minus the walk back to Harvard Square from China Fair. At least tomorrow it might not take me five and a half hours to accomplish nothing.