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Apr. 8th, 2019 08:54 amWET. And windy. And I wish I had stayed indoors, or failing that, I wish it was the same weather we had over the weekend. It was actually spring, and when I wasn't out running around in it, I was home with the windows open.
I can has dry scuba gear storage, but the under-bed bin I bought to put under the rack is the wrong size. Just because it has a label that says 18.75" wide, doesn't mean it is; it's 16" wide. And the rack is 18" wide, so that didn't work at all. GROWF. But the dry storage, consisting of a stand-alone closet with cover and two shelves, and eight S hooks I added for hanging things up on the frame, works beautifully. I just have to find some way of containing and/or absorbing water under it. I suppose I could put the old bathmat under it, but I'd really rather have something waterproof just in case.
Also, I can has diving on Friday nights in April, because the pool is doing maintenance on weekends. Unfortunately, I can't usually predict how tired I'm going to be by the end of a Friday.
Since Saturday was gorgeous, I went out running around all over hell's half acre. Coolidge Corner for olive oil store and bookstore (Midnight in Chernobyl, which was interesting and infuriating and heartbreaking), and Harvard Square to get my watchband replaced (I actually almost tore it while assembling the gear rack, which is impressive because it's a Skagen metal mesh band), and beer, and Star Market for V8 and the pet store for kitty litter, and then I decided not to go to Trader Joe's because my feet hurt. I think I need new sneakers; my feet shouldn't be that sore after a mere three or so miles (I took the bus to and from Harvard Square).
Sunday was also gorgeous, but I had two loads of laundry to stay home and do, and they turned into three loads of laundry when Snip yarfed up a largish hairball on the quilt at 8 AM. So I had to get up and wash the quilt, praying for the washing machine all the while, and then it took two hours in the dryer. And Lily yarfed up her breakfast on the living room rug, so both cats got renamed I Ain't Speakin' To You for the day. I did get all the laundry done, though. And finished reading Midnight in Chernobyl. The worst part of that was the "you died in one minute three weeks ago; it just took three weeks for your body to stop working" part of radiation exposure.
And on that note, I have to go be useful in my nice safe office job for a while.
I can has dry scuba gear storage, but the under-bed bin I bought to put under the rack is the wrong size. Just because it has a label that says 18.75" wide, doesn't mean it is; it's 16" wide. And the rack is 18" wide, so that didn't work at all. GROWF. But the dry storage, consisting of a stand-alone closet with cover and two shelves, and eight S hooks I added for hanging things up on the frame, works beautifully. I just have to find some way of containing and/or absorbing water under it. I suppose I could put the old bathmat under it, but I'd really rather have something waterproof just in case.
Also, I can has diving on Friday nights in April, because the pool is doing maintenance on weekends. Unfortunately, I can't usually predict how tired I'm going to be by the end of a Friday.
Since Saturday was gorgeous, I went out running around all over hell's half acre. Coolidge Corner for olive oil store and bookstore (Midnight in Chernobyl, which was interesting and infuriating and heartbreaking), and Harvard Square to get my watchband replaced (I actually almost tore it while assembling the gear rack, which is impressive because it's a Skagen metal mesh band), and beer, and Star Market for V8 and the pet store for kitty litter, and then I decided not to go to Trader Joe's because my feet hurt. I think I need new sneakers; my feet shouldn't be that sore after a mere three or so miles (I took the bus to and from Harvard Square).
Sunday was also gorgeous, but I had two loads of laundry to stay home and do, and they turned into three loads of laundry when Snip yarfed up a largish hairball on the quilt at 8 AM. So I had to get up and wash the quilt, praying for the washing machine all the while, and then it took two hours in the dryer. And Lily yarfed up her breakfast on the living room rug, so both cats got renamed I Ain't Speakin' To You for the day. I did get all the laundry done, though. And finished reading Midnight in Chernobyl. The worst part of that was the "you died in one minute three weeks ago; it just took three weeks for your body to stop working" part of radiation exposure.
And on that note, I have to go be useful in my nice safe office job for a while.
