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9 December 2008 14:24![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maystoneA. Jane fell off of the railing on the deck and into a big pile of snow. She wasn't hurt, but the snow was so deep around her that she couldn't find a way back up onto the deck. I did a little rescue mission out to the back to retrieve the silly cat.
B. I'm paying today for the busy day I had yesterday, not that I moved mountains or anything. I did use the snow blower, and that got wacky. I'm a bit dyslexic, and the snow blower is controlled by varying combinations of six levers, three on each handle; you might be able to see how problems could arise. At one point I almost ran over myself in reverse :) Along the way I also did the snow blowing equivalent of spitting into the wind and ended up covered head to toe in wet snow. Fun! But I got it done, and the driveway and walk looked all clear and tidy - right up until it dropped another three inches on us overnight. It. Snows. Every. Freaking. Day.
C. I finished The Two Towers last night. Aragorn! Theoden King! Eowyn! I could go on exclaiming, but you get the idea. It's my favorite of the three movies, and considering how much I love the other two, that's saying a lot. I should clarify that I really don't like the Ents sequences, but the Rohirrim more than make up for those, and the Battle at Helm's Deep still blows my mind every time I see it. Just masterful film making.
D. I've been nodding off a lot today due to fatigue, but Dar did rouse me to watch the CNN breaking news about the debacle in IL. How stupidly, unbelievably arrogant can one man get? I did laugh, though, when they had Mayor Daly on screen not looking at the camera and playing innocent. He's a hell of a lot smarter than Blago, but you could see that he was running with the interior mantra: "God, don't let me be on those tapes. God, don't let me be on those tapes." Hee. I wonder who was trying to buy the Senate seat that Blago was auctioning off? And even though it's clear that Obama was not involved, I'm sure the right wing nut brigade is going to take this and run with it throughout Obama's term.
E. I haven't even started my Christmas shopping, and I don't know when I will get the chance to do that. I've never been this late ever. I can't even work up any angst over it. I think my Angsto-meter has maxed out. Win! Of a sort :)
F. I received some interesting recommendations for new reading material, so thank you to those who chimed in. I probably won't actually get to do any reading until after the holidays now, but I have some good choices. I think I'm going to track down a copy of The Discovery of Heaven by Harry Mulisch. While it doesn't sound as if it is either light or fluffy, it certainly has a lot of what interests me: historical fiction, theology, WWII and the Holocaust. And if that's just way too heavy for me now, then I'm off to start on the Eyre Affair books and/or Tanya Huff's Keeper trilogy and the Dresden books. Or maybe I'll just keep mainlining the LOTR movies :)
G. Q drove me into Waterloo yesterday to see my neurologist,Dr. Bashir Dr. Mendonca. He agrees with my self-assessment that the peripheral neuropathy I have waxes and wanes depending on my stress and fatigue levels, and there's not really too much to be done about it except deal with it. I don't have to go back to him until June. Yay! Not that I ever minded going to see him, because he is such a nice young man (as my mother would say.)
H. And while we're on the medical thing, I seem to be losing my voice. I've lost the upper register except for a whisper that's very difficult for me to get out. When I call for the cats to see if any of them are still outside, I sound like Mercedes McCambridge doing her Exorcist schtick. It's no wonder that they don't come traipsing gaily back. "I'm not goin' up there! She's gonna puke pea soup all over me!" Mendonca doesn't believe that the cause is neurological, so it's probably one of the autoimmune nasties. Thanks, AIs; I've been meaning to brush up on my sign language!
I. Against my better judgment and all that I hold dear, I've actually started watching House on a semi-regular basis. I like this group of assistants much better than the original crew, and I like them better in their current roles than when they were battling with House all of the time. I think it's another sign of my personal Apocalypse.
J. I haven't seen the alpacas in a week, and I miss them.
B. I'm paying today for the busy day I had yesterday, not that I moved mountains or anything. I did use the snow blower, and that got wacky. I'm a bit dyslexic, and the snow blower is controlled by varying combinations of six levers, three on each handle; you might be able to see how problems could arise. At one point I almost ran over myself in reverse :) Along the way I also did the snow blowing equivalent of spitting into the wind and ended up covered head to toe in wet snow. Fun! But I got it done, and the driveway and walk looked all clear and tidy - right up until it dropped another three inches on us overnight. It. Snows. Every. Freaking. Day.
C. I finished The Two Towers last night. Aragorn! Theoden King! Eowyn! I could go on exclaiming, but you get the idea. It's my favorite of the three movies, and considering how much I love the other two, that's saying a lot. I should clarify that I really don't like the Ents sequences, but the Rohirrim more than make up for those, and the Battle at Helm's Deep still blows my mind every time I see it. Just masterful film making.
D. I've been nodding off a lot today due to fatigue, but Dar did rouse me to watch the CNN breaking news about the debacle in IL. How stupidly, unbelievably arrogant can one man get? I did laugh, though, when they had Mayor Daly on screen not looking at the camera and playing innocent. He's a hell of a lot smarter than Blago, but you could see that he was running with the interior mantra: "God, don't let me be on those tapes. God, don't let me be on those tapes." Hee. I wonder who was trying to buy the Senate seat that Blago was auctioning off? And even though it's clear that Obama was not involved, I'm sure the right wing nut brigade is going to take this and run with it throughout Obama's term.
E. I haven't even started my Christmas shopping, and I don't know when I will get the chance to do that. I've never been this late ever. I can't even work up any angst over it. I think my Angsto-meter has maxed out. Win! Of a sort :)
F. I received some interesting recommendations for new reading material, so thank you to those who chimed in. I probably won't actually get to do any reading until after the holidays now, but I have some good choices. I think I'm going to track down a copy of The Discovery of Heaven by Harry Mulisch. While it doesn't sound as if it is either light or fluffy, it certainly has a lot of what interests me: historical fiction, theology, WWII and the Holocaust. And if that's just way too heavy for me now, then I'm off to start on the Eyre Affair books and/or Tanya Huff's Keeper trilogy and the Dresden books. Or maybe I'll just keep mainlining the LOTR movies :)
G. Q drove me into Waterloo yesterday to see my neurologist,
H. And while we're on the medical thing, I seem to be losing my voice. I've lost the upper register except for a whisper that's very difficult for me to get out. When I call for the cats to see if any of them are still outside, I sound like Mercedes McCambridge doing her Exorcist schtick. It's no wonder that they don't come traipsing gaily back. "I'm not goin' up there! She's gonna puke pea soup all over me!" Mendonca doesn't believe that the cause is neurological, so it's probably one of the autoimmune nasties. Thanks, AIs; I've been meaning to brush up on my sign language!
I. Against my better judgment and all that I hold dear, I've actually started watching House on a semi-regular basis. I like this group of assistants much better than the original crew, and I like them better in their current roles than when they were battling with House all of the time. I think it's another sign of my personal Apocalypse.
J. I haven't seen the alpacas in a week, and I miss them.
