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I'm annoyed with myself for wasting a perfectly lovely day yesterday staying indoors all day, but on the other hand, putting on shoes was one step too many, and I can't go any further than the driveway without shoes on. So I stayed indoors and did laundry and watched football and wasted a lovely September day.
It was Snip's 12th birthday yesterday, though. I had bought her some birthday provolone on Saturday and broke it out yesterday and she was happy. After next September I'll be living with two official teenagers.
On Saturday I did the running around, and got caught in the downpour because I had just gotten to Washington Square when the dive shop called to tell me my computer had arrived. So I turned around and went back down there, and got rained on some on the way there, and got poured on going back to the bus stop. Fortunately the bus stop is somewhat sheltered and the computer in question doesn't even care where it is until it gets four feet underwater. Although it was in a box, so it didn't actually get wet anyway. I wish it had better instructions, either in the box or online, because I have yet to figure out how to set the date and time on it. Youtube to the rescue, I hope.
I also went out again after it quit raining, and cashed in my collection of quarters. I'd been trying to be patient and fill the whole container, but it was within 1/2" of the top and I couldn't stand it any more because I wanted to know how much it amounted to. So now I know; if using a Coinstar machine and its almost-not-worth-it 11.9% fee, the quarter collection container amounts to at least $130.
Where the Crawdads Sing is a reasonably good book. I borrowed it from a coworker who had borrowed it from another coworker, and read it on Saturday morning. I don't need to own it, but I'm not sorry I read it.
Silly, but gratifying, milestone: for the first time in my life, a comment I made on a NY Times article got selected by the staff as a "NY Times Pick" and, as a bonus, ended up being the second most recommended comment on the article. It was about the high school swimmer in Alaska who was stripped of a win because the referee didn't like the way her suit fit. All I said was that on the swim team I was on in high school, the first rule was no comments about how anybody looks in a bathing suit. And nobody made any as far as I know, probably partly because it was a kicked-off-the-team offense and partly because after the first week we stopped noticing anyway.
I asked my gin-snob coworker last week about what I wanted if I wanted a G&T, because Tanqueray wasn't quite it, and he said Seersucker. So I tried it, and he was right. It shouldn't be drunk neat because there's too much mint in it that way (and I don't like drinking neat gin in the first place), but as a G&T, it's lovely stuff. I don't even want lime in it. Which is good because I never seem to be able to find any limes that aren't rocks with lime rind on them.
It was Snip's 12th birthday yesterday, though. I had bought her some birthday provolone on Saturday and broke it out yesterday and she was happy. After next September I'll be living with two official teenagers.
On Saturday I did the running around, and got caught in the downpour because I had just gotten to Washington Square when the dive shop called to tell me my computer had arrived. So I turned around and went back down there, and got rained on some on the way there, and got poured on going back to the bus stop. Fortunately the bus stop is somewhat sheltered and the computer in question doesn't even care where it is until it gets four feet underwater. Although it was in a box, so it didn't actually get wet anyway. I wish it had better instructions, either in the box or online, because I have yet to figure out how to set the date and time on it. Youtube to the rescue, I hope.
I also went out again after it quit raining, and cashed in my collection of quarters. I'd been trying to be patient and fill the whole container, but it was within 1/2" of the top and I couldn't stand it any more because I wanted to know how much it amounted to. So now I know; if using a Coinstar machine and its almost-not-worth-it 11.9% fee, the quarter collection container amounts to at least $130.
Where the Crawdads Sing is a reasonably good book. I borrowed it from a coworker who had borrowed it from another coworker, and read it on Saturday morning. I don't need to own it, but I'm not sorry I read it.
Silly, but gratifying, milestone: for the first time in my life, a comment I made on a NY Times article got selected by the staff as a "NY Times Pick" and, as a bonus, ended up being the second most recommended comment on the article. It was about the high school swimmer in Alaska who was stripped of a win because the referee didn't like the way her suit fit. All I said was that on the swim team I was on in high school, the first rule was no comments about how anybody looks in a bathing suit. And nobody made any as far as I know, probably partly because it was a kicked-off-the-team offense and partly because after the first week we stopped noticing anyway.
I asked my gin-snob coworker last week about what I wanted if I wanted a G&T, because Tanqueray wasn't quite it, and he said Seersucker. So I tried it, and he was right. It shouldn't be drunk neat because there's too much mint in it that way (and I don't like drinking neat gin in the first place), but as a G&T, it's lovely stuff. I don't even want lime in it. Which is good because I never seem to be able to find any limes that aren't rocks with lime rind on them.