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Oct. 3rd, 2013 10:42 amUnion St is getting repaved today, and between the pavement eater, the tow truck, the street sweepers and the asphalt mixer (and the dump truck it's loading asphalt into), there's a lot of commotion going on. The pavement eater doesn't make as much noise as I thought it would; I can hear it through the closed windows, but it isn't horrible the way the jackhammers earlier this week were. Lily thinks the arrival of the pavement eater means it's the end of the world. She didn't like the jackhammers either.
I'm spending money like water lately, or so it feels. I suppose I should have thought of the imminent need to buy work clothes that fit, before I went and spent $540 on getting the geisha embroidery framed. (But it's gonna be GORGEOUS when it's done, and the idea was always to get it framed, and framing never gets any less expensive.) And in my own defense, buying new clothes because the current ones are too big is a thing I've never had to think about before and it happened fairly fast. I wonder if my success at losing weight has anything to do with this being the first time I've seriously tried to do it? If your body gets used to dieting off and on, does it eventually say "What, this again? Not this time, thanks"?
Work proceeds apace, but now I feel a bit more like I'm running with it rather than being dragged along with it. I've started writing the guide for this job, since now I know all sorts of things that I wish I'd had written instructions for. I guess Joyce just knew what she was doing and didn't write things down because she didn't need to after 25 years. (I can't imagine doing the same thing for 25 years, but I suppose it depends on what you're doing and how easily you get bored or burn out. I burned out after four and a half years of dealing with the Subcommittee of Professors, and burned out again after three years of P&R. The intensity level here isn't nearly as high, but I'm still not sure I could last 25 years.)
This computer decided it wasn't going to speak to its antivirus software for a while, and it used to give me an occasional notification about "invalid user name/password". So I got our IT guy to fix that, and now it gives me occasional notifications about how it's updated itself. But I think I liked the invalid username notifications better, because they were smaller. It's slightly disconcerting when you're doing something else and a largish notification box appears just to tell you that everything is fine.
I'm spending money like water lately, or so it feels. I suppose I should have thought of the imminent need to buy work clothes that fit, before I went and spent $540 on getting the geisha embroidery framed. (But it's gonna be GORGEOUS when it's done, and the idea was always to get it framed, and framing never gets any less expensive.) And in my own defense, buying new clothes because the current ones are too big is a thing I've never had to think about before and it happened fairly fast. I wonder if my success at losing weight has anything to do with this being the first time I've seriously tried to do it? If your body gets used to dieting off and on, does it eventually say "What, this again? Not this time, thanks"?
Work proceeds apace, but now I feel a bit more like I'm running with it rather than being dragged along with it. I've started writing the guide for this job, since now I know all sorts of things that I wish I'd had written instructions for. I guess Joyce just knew what she was doing and didn't write things down because she didn't need to after 25 years. (I can't imagine doing the same thing for 25 years, but I suppose it depends on what you're doing and how easily you get bored or burn out. I burned out after four and a half years of dealing with the Subcommittee of Professors, and burned out again after three years of P&R. The intensity level here isn't nearly as high, but I'm still not sure I could last 25 years.)
This computer decided it wasn't going to speak to its antivirus software for a while, and it used to give me an occasional notification about "invalid user name/password". So I got our IT guy to fix that, and now it gives me occasional notifications about how it's updated itself. But I think I liked the invalid username notifications better, because they were smaller. It's slightly disconcerting when you're doing something else and a largish notification box appears just to tell you that everything is fine.
