dchenes | (no subject)

Last night I wrote e-mail to the Boston Transportation Commissioner about the parade situation. I probably wouldn't have done it if that hadn't been the third parade I'd gotten embroiled in due to lack of advertising and/or lack of alternate routes. I doubt anything will ever come of it, but I wanted him to know that it's extremely inconvenient to be suddenly unable to get home after you've gone out. It's a good thing I don't take any time-critical medicine, or anything like that.

It seems to have decided to rain. We could probably use it, but it does put a bit of a crimp in my plan to go grocery shopping. Theoretically I could go get on the T at Roxbury Crossing, get off again at Jackson Square and walk up to the grocery store, but it's only one stop and that's silly. I could be rearranging my living room while I wait for it to quit raining (Murphy's Law says that the minute I get my stereo disassembled to the point where I can't let go of some piece or other instantly, that's when the temp agency will call me). Or I could get the temp agency to call me sooner if I go get in the shower. I guess it comes down to "how do I want to tempt fate today?".

At least I remembered to get up earlyish and go put the recycling out, thereby reclaiming some of my kitchen floor. Funny how when I drink a lot of seltzer and/or a lot of milk, I end up with a lot of empty plastic bottles. I wonder if I could get a recycling bin and put it outside the kitchen door, so I could free up the floor for good? Plastic doesn't care if it gets rained on.

I need a shower anyway, so I think that's the flavor of tempting fate I'm going to go with.