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Jul. 22nd, 2019 03:56 pmThe washing machine works! But now I need a plumber. The repairman thinks I probably have the original fill hoses for the washing machine, which normally have a five-year lifespan. So it's most likely time for new hoses, and the wall ends can be stubborn, so he suggested a plumber. And then he looked under the sink for paper towels and told me I definitely need a plumber, because the sink drain pipe is corroded. His exact words were "Don't touch it, because it will probably fall apart."
Diving last night was good. I brought my own wetsuit, but decided it was too damn hot to argue with it. So I went in the rental 3mm short one, and apparently I haven't learned any really bad habits over the winter. I learned a new game last night, though. It involves hovering just off the bottom and staying at that level while you pick up and put down a 2-lb weight. You shouldn't touch the bottom when you pick up the weight, and you shouldn't go up significantly when you drop it. It's all about the breathing. And by the time I went home, it was merely 85 and humid, instead of 95 and humid.
I also learned that there is, in fact, such a thing as a Deadpool mermaid freediving suit. I had been unaware of the freediving suit part, although I did know there's such a thing as a Deadpool mermaid suit. Divers are odd. (I knew that too.)
Because the washing machine repair took a while and I insisted on rearranging the kitchen furniture back where it belonged afterward, I ran out of time to take the bus to the T to go diving. So I walked. About the only intelligent part of that was the fact that I had previously frozen a half-full quart water bottle, so I topped it off and took it with me. And drank most of it by the time I got to Reservoir, because it was 95 and humid. By the time I got home at the end of the night, I undressed straight into the washing machine because absolutely everything I had on was drenched in sweat. (That's how I really know the washing machine works. But I had to lie on the floor and whimper for a while after I got back from putting the wet clothes in the dryer, because my arms hurt and my ribs hurt and my legs hurt and a full load of wet laundry is heavy.)
I wish I hadn't had meetings from 10:30 to 1:00 today, and I really wish I hadn't had to deal with "Give me the list of retreat attendees so I can see who I can carpool with if I go" turning into "Give me the list of retreat attendees so I can see if I want to go, or I'll tell the Dean search committee that you wouldn't give it to me" when I said I wasn't comfortable giving out the whole list. No, it's not confidential information, but the rest of the attendees don't have it, so why should I give it to one person who isn't even sure they're going? That makes me feel slimy. And I've already gone through multiple iterations of the retreat schedule to accommodate an hour of the Dean search committee anyway. I'm almost expecting the next step to be "Why are X, Y, and Z people invited?" Because it's my retreat, not the Dean search committee's, that's why. So shut up and fuck off.
Never mind. I get to go home and do the rest of the laundry (bedding and towels) and revel in the bedroom not being full of kitchen chairs and the kitchen table being back where it belongs, leaving room for the drying rack.
Diving last night was good. I brought my own wetsuit, but decided it was too damn hot to argue with it. So I went in the rental 3mm short one, and apparently I haven't learned any really bad habits over the winter. I learned a new game last night, though. It involves hovering just off the bottom and staying at that level while you pick up and put down a 2-lb weight. You shouldn't touch the bottom when you pick up the weight, and you shouldn't go up significantly when you drop it. It's all about the breathing. And by the time I went home, it was merely 85 and humid, instead of 95 and humid.
I also learned that there is, in fact, such a thing as a Deadpool mermaid freediving suit. I had been unaware of the freediving suit part, although I did know there's such a thing as a Deadpool mermaid suit. Divers are odd. (I knew that too.)
Because the washing machine repair took a while and I insisted on rearranging the kitchen furniture back where it belonged afterward, I ran out of time to take the bus to the T to go diving. So I walked. About the only intelligent part of that was the fact that I had previously frozen a half-full quart water bottle, so I topped it off and took it with me. And drank most of it by the time I got to Reservoir, because it was 95 and humid. By the time I got home at the end of the night, I undressed straight into the washing machine because absolutely everything I had on was drenched in sweat. (That's how I really know the washing machine works. But I had to lie on the floor and whimper for a while after I got back from putting the wet clothes in the dryer, because my arms hurt and my ribs hurt and my legs hurt and a full load of wet laundry is heavy.)
I wish I hadn't had meetings from 10:30 to 1:00 today, and I really wish I hadn't had to deal with "Give me the list of retreat attendees so I can see who I can carpool with if I go" turning into "Give me the list of retreat attendees so I can see if I want to go, or I'll tell the Dean search committee that you wouldn't give it to me" when I said I wasn't comfortable giving out the whole list. No, it's not confidential information, but the rest of the attendees don't have it, so why should I give it to one person who isn't even sure they're going? That makes me feel slimy. And I've already gone through multiple iterations of the retreat schedule to accommodate an hour of the Dean search committee anyway. I'm almost expecting the next step to be "Why are X, Y, and Z people invited?" Because it's my retreat, not the Dean search committee's, that's why. So shut up and fuck off.
Never mind. I get to go home and do the rest of the laundry (bedding and towels) and revel in the bedroom not being full of kitchen chairs and the kitchen table being back where it belongs, leaving room for the drying rack.
