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Apr. 11th, 2015 04:30 pmPull out umbrella and yell CHARGE!, indeed.
I woke up earlier than I was expecting to this morning, partly because last night was massage night and my regular therapist is sick, so I had somebody I've never had before. She was very nice, but she gave me my wish: my shoulder is now consistently sore, which means it doesn't like anything I do with it. (Except for the one PT exercise that hurt last week, which they told me to stop doing if it hurt. I did it today to see if it still hurt, and it didn't. The one at right angles to it does, though.)
So, since I was up early, I finished the book I've been wading through (a history of the Tudor monarchy, mostly Henry VIII and Elizabeth I. I liked the author's other book on the Borgias better, I think.). Having finished the book, I got up and wandered through breakfast (mine and the cats'), and then got my act together and went out.
The Buy list is dead now, because I bought: vacuum cleaner bags, groceries, embroidery floss, a granny cart, kitty litter and cat food. The granny cart wasn't really planned, because I hate them as a species, but bringing the groceries home proved that today I am physically incapable of carrying as much kitty litter as I wanted to buy. I couldn't even carry four bananas, a couple of avocados and six apples in a bag over my right shoulder. So since I was in Porter Square anyway, I swallowed my fit of the dignities and went to Tags and bought a cart. At least it has a bag with snazzy blue and green stripes, and doesn't sound like a bag of wire coat hangers falling off the roof. But I still feel decrepit.
Speaking of decrepitude, I had a minor disaster with my backup email address a month or so ago, and a lot of emails got deleted. Apparently one of them was the confirmation number for my Australian electronic visa, which I believe the email said I didn't actually need to bring with me, but which I figured couldn't hurt to have printed out anyway. (That was the first item on the Pack list; the second item being my passport, which is now packed.) I tried to do the "forgot my username" dance with the Australian visa web site, but it seems not to want to do anything much on a weekend. I think I'll try the dance again on Monday, because if I don't try, Murphy's Law says there will be some sort of problem. If I try and still can't do it, that will probably pacify Murphy.
At least I fixed the bathroom faucet. Having bought a pair of pliers and applied them to the faucet, I discovered that the inside of the aerator had sediment in it, so I flushed it out and now everything is just dandy. And today was open window weather, and I opened one window in the living room and one in the kitchen, and the Hairy Beasts got oxygen drunk as usual. Snip tried to ambush Lily, but it didn't work very well since Snip and subtle don't even have a nodding acquaintance. I suppose it's hard to be subtle when one of your favorite pastimes is Finding Yourself By Screaming A Lot.
I woke up earlier than I was expecting to this morning, partly because last night was massage night and my regular therapist is sick, so I had somebody I've never had before. She was very nice, but she gave me my wish: my shoulder is now consistently sore, which means it doesn't like anything I do with it. (Except for the one PT exercise that hurt last week, which they told me to stop doing if it hurt. I did it today to see if it still hurt, and it didn't. The one at right angles to it does, though.)
So, since I was up early, I finished the book I've been wading through (a history of the Tudor monarchy, mostly Henry VIII and Elizabeth I. I liked the author's other book on the Borgias better, I think.). Having finished the book, I got up and wandered through breakfast (mine and the cats'), and then got my act together and went out.
The Buy list is dead now, because I bought: vacuum cleaner bags, groceries, embroidery floss, a granny cart, kitty litter and cat food. The granny cart wasn't really planned, because I hate them as a species, but bringing the groceries home proved that today I am physically incapable of carrying as much kitty litter as I wanted to buy. I couldn't even carry four bananas, a couple of avocados and six apples in a bag over my right shoulder. So since I was in Porter Square anyway, I swallowed my fit of the dignities and went to Tags and bought a cart. At least it has a bag with snazzy blue and green stripes, and doesn't sound like a bag of wire coat hangers falling off the roof. But I still feel decrepit.
Speaking of decrepitude, I had a minor disaster with my backup email address a month or so ago, and a lot of emails got deleted. Apparently one of them was the confirmation number for my Australian electronic visa, which I believe the email said I didn't actually need to bring with me, but which I figured couldn't hurt to have printed out anyway. (That was the first item on the Pack list; the second item being my passport, which is now packed.) I tried to do the "forgot my username" dance with the Australian visa web site, but it seems not to want to do anything much on a weekend. I think I'll try the dance again on Monday, because if I don't try, Murphy's Law says there will be some sort of problem. If I try and still can't do it, that will probably pacify Murphy.
At least I fixed the bathroom faucet. Having bought a pair of pliers and applied them to the faucet, I discovered that the inside of the aerator had sediment in it, so I flushed it out and now everything is just dandy. And today was open window weather, and I opened one window in the living room and one in the kitchen, and the Hairy Beasts got oxygen drunk as usual. Snip tried to ambush Lily, but it didn't work very well since Snip and subtle don't even have a nodding acquaintance. I suppose it's hard to be subtle when one of your favorite pastimes is Finding Yourself By Screaming A Lot.
