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May. 31st, 2016 09:59 amI got home on Friday night and discovered an Amazon envelope addressed to me stuck between the front doors. I haven't had anything I didn't order sent to me since Oberlin, as far as I know, so I was rather surprised. And it was full of Epic bars, which led me to believe I knew who sent it (I was right). They were meant to cheer me up, and they certainly did that. So, yay, Epic bars!
Saturday I went grocery shopping eventually, but mostly I hung around under the ceiling fans. It got so humid that they didn't help much, and then Lily decided she couldn't sleep, so she was in my face every five minutes between 3:00 and 3:30, and every ten minutes between 3:30 and 6:00. So I slept until 9:00 on Sunday and then hauled my carcass, my mattress pad and my quilt to the laundromat. That was over with relatively painlessly, and then I washed the sheets and the blanket and a load of clothes at home. (Silly me for trying to air-dry anything this weekend, particularly anything I wanted to wear to work this week.) Another minor cleaning fit ensued and now all I have to do is clean the kitchen and the bathroom sink and the floors, and the place will be in shape for me to leave it for two weeks.
Yesterday I thought I would go test my rain pants while it was raining, but I didn't get outdoors before it quit raining on account of being lazy. Oh well. I guess I'll take the rain pants on faith. I did finally get off the couch and go wandering; I meant to wander down to Washington Square and invest in coffee, but I ended up going to Coolidge Corner after that and buying a new luggage tag and three used Dorothy Sayers books (The Nine Tailors, Strong Poison and Murder Must Advertise). Fortunately these are the really old versions, because I dislike the font they used in the last reprints.
Speaking of books, I'm trying to figure out why I object to paying $10.00 for a Kindle version of a book. Part of it is because I already own most of the books I'd want Kindle versions of and I don't want to pay for them again (in short, I am cheap). Part of it is that if I paid less than $10.00 for the actual book, I don't want to pay more for the Kindle version. Part of it is that when I buy a book, I get a physical object of my very own, and it feels different. But I buy songs through iTunes, and I buy tax software online, and I don't object in the same way. (I grumble about the tax software, but that's because it has to do with taxes.) This requires more thinking about.
I discovered last night that I had somehow turned the linen 90 degrees when I started the new project and was merrily stitching away 2/3 of the way down the wrong side, so I have to tear everything (several hundred stitches) out and start over. Again. What on earth is wrong with me these days?
Saturday I went grocery shopping eventually, but mostly I hung around under the ceiling fans. It got so humid that they didn't help much, and then Lily decided she couldn't sleep, so she was in my face every five minutes between 3:00 and 3:30, and every ten minutes between 3:30 and 6:00. So I slept until 9:00 on Sunday and then hauled my carcass, my mattress pad and my quilt to the laundromat. That was over with relatively painlessly, and then I washed the sheets and the blanket and a load of clothes at home. (Silly me for trying to air-dry anything this weekend, particularly anything I wanted to wear to work this week.) Another minor cleaning fit ensued and now all I have to do is clean the kitchen and the bathroom sink and the floors, and the place will be in shape for me to leave it for two weeks.
Yesterday I thought I would go test my rain pants while it was raining, but I didn't get outdoors before it quit raining on account of being lazy. Oh well. I guess I'll take the rain pants on faith. I did finally get off the couch and go wandering; I meant to wander down to Washington Square and invest in coffee, but I ended up going to Coolidge Corner after that and buying a new luggage tag and three used Dorothy Sayers books (The Nine Tailors, Strong Poison and Murder Must Advertise). Fortunately these are the really old versions, because I dislike the font they used in the last reprints.
Speaking of books, I'm trying to figure out why I object to paying $10.00 for a Kindle version of a book. Part of it is because I already own most of the books I'd want Kindle versions of and I don't want to pay for them again (in short, I am cheap). Part of it is that if I paid less than $10.00 for the actual book, I don't want to pay more for the Kindle version. Part of it is that when I buy a book, I get a physical object of my very own, and it feels different. But I buy songs through iTunes, and I buy tax software online, and I don't object in the same way. (I grumble about the tax software, but that's because it has to do with taxes.) This requires more thinking about.
I discovered last night that I had somehow turned the linen 90 degrees when I started the new project and was merrily stitching away 2/3 of the way down the wrong side, so I have to tear everything (several hundred stitches) out and start over. Again. What on earth is wrong with me these days?
