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Mar. 5th, 2015 02:49 pmToday's excitement consists of a new iMac for work, so I am no longer using an ancient iMac (with a tendency for the display to suddenly die) with an ancient, loud, Windows keyboard. And now my personal laptop and my work computer are running the same OS. The only problem with the new beast so far is the teeny little wireless keyboard, which does not live in the keyboard tray, but I keep reaching down there anyway. I'll get used to it. And I had to hike up my chair several notches now that I'm not reaching down into the keyboard tray either. No sense in screwing up my shoulder any worse than it already is. (Which it is. If it doesn't start getting better, I may have to let the medical establishment tell me there's nothing to be done about it except maybe PT.)
Anyway, this weekend's excitement consists of my spending a large chunk of Saturday, some of Sunday morning, all day Monday and most of Tuesday at the American Dental Education Association meeting at the Hynes. I'm sort of looking forward to it, because I use my brain in unaccustomed ways at meetings like that, but it is taking a lot of time out of my weekend. Since I'm not salaried, I asked about whether I can get paid for going to the meeting. No answer yet, of course; the person who would know is out today.
I did finally get around to making refrigerator daikon pickles, but I haven't tried them yet. I ended up with more radish than brine, so I poured the extra brine over the extra radish and ate it as salad, and that was pretty tasty. Of course, since the brine has sugar in it, I have to account for the pickles. Can't have everything, I suppose. I had to go back to the size 10 pants, because the 8s were looking pathetic, but the 10s are still too big. I guess when I wear out one set or the other, it's time for some utterly different pants. Cue the Great Pants Quest, Part N+1, eventually. Sigh.
Speaking of frustration, last night I had a dream I have periodically, in which I spend most of it shouting at somebody. It's not the same person every time, although usually it's somebody I know. It's a safety-valve dream, but I always wake up feeling confused because in reality I would never have shouted at whoever it was. Generally speaking, I don't shout, and I don't ever shout AT people. I shout at Lily when circumstances demand it, because she KNOWS she's not supposed to be on the kitchen table. Either she hasn't done it lately or I haven't caught her at it lately. I suspect I haven't caught her at it.
Anyway, this weekend's excitement consists of my spending a large chunk of Saturday, some of Sunday morning, all day Monday and most of Tuesday at the American Dental Education Association meeting at the Hynes. I'm sort of looking forward to it, because I use my brain in unaccustomed ways at meetings like that, but it is taking a lot of time out of my weekend. Since I'm not salaried, I asked about whether I can get paid for going to the meeting. No answer yet, of course; the person who would know is out today.
I did finally get around to making refrigerator daikon pickles, but I haven't tried them yet. I ended up with more radish than brine, so I poured the extra brine over the extra radish and ate it as salad, and that was pretty tasty. Of course, since the brine has sugar in it, I have to account for the pickles. Can't have everything, I suppose. I had to go back to the size 10 pants, because the 8s were looking pathetic, but the 10s are still too big. I guess when I wear out one set or the other, it's time for some utterly different pants. Cue the Great Pants Quest, Part N+1, eventually. Sigh.
Speaking of frustration, last night I had a dream I have periodically, in which I spend most of it shouting at somebody. It's not the same person every time, although usually it's somebody I know. It's a safety-valve dream, but I always wake up feeling confused because in reality I would never have shouted at whoever it was. Generally speaking, I don't shout, and I don't ever shout AT people. I shout at Lily when circumstances demand it, because she KNOWS she's not supposed to be on the kitchen table. Either she hasn't done it lately or I haven't caught her at it lately. I suspect I haven't caught her at it.
