Feb. 20th, 2011 09:05 pm
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 OMG, I am tired. Especially since I already had this entry done once and LJ ate it. Let's see how much of it I can recontstruct.

Yesterday was pretty much Teh Fabulous-- just about perfect, as far as I could tell. The lovely woman who her friends teasingly say should have been called "Lady Oblivia" shall now be called "Maestra"-- she was well and truly surprised. We got Max sneaked into court and hid him behind Solvarr. When TRMs called her into court, They told her They were arranging to have teams of children tow her in a wagon as she attended Their Excellencies during the day, because Her  Excellency is known to run all over site, and Livia figured she would get pretty damn tired running up and down that hill at Ymir this year, being five months preggers and all. When They then told her They would like to put her on vigil instead, she burst into tears, showing that she really WAS surprised.

Things continued to go as planned the rest of the day. I had asked a wonderful, organized group of people to help me, and they did a fantastic job. Rowan created a vigil tent and provided a table to display a large number of Livia's scrolls, as well as a draft of her upcoming Compleat Anachronist issue on period pigments for the modern artist. Aneira's handmade heart-shaped guest book was to die for, with its painted frontispiece and its own velvet pillow, and we aggressively chased guests around to make sure they signed it, since we were afraid they'd be to scared to touch it otherwise.  Ysolt was in charge of hospitality, and when she came down with a virus, Clare de Crecy volunteered to step in if necessary (Ysolt recovered in time, but Clare brought treats, too.)  Believe me when I say we had a gracious plenty of handmade goodies to serve our guests. Whenever things got overwhelming inside, Max and I snuck outside so he could smoke and we could gossip. It was altogether lovely.

I should leave the rest of it for the Maestra herself to talk about. I was pretty damn glad I wasn't coming home last night and could just collapse in the cabin after we got back from eating. I was so wound up I had to take an extra Xanax to get to sleep, even if I was exhausted.(Shhhhh. These are EXTREMELY light weight, I found out when one of my doctors voice rose when he repeated where the decimal point was on the dosage. I feel very safe taking an extra one if I need to. And I'm still here, aren't I? Pbthpbth.)

And to the new Maestra-- congratulations!! It has always been an absolute joy having you in Casa Bellini, and you will forever hold a place of highest esteem in my heart and my household. I have learned at least as much from you as I have taught you, and I thank you for that. There has never been a moment's regret. Vivat! 


Apr. 9th, 2007 03:12 pm
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Well, I'm at least semi-officially allergic to something. Definitive, huh? I went to a doc-in-a-box about the congestion in my head; despite the sound effects and dizziness yesterday (eased by Sudafed) I was about half convinced I was imagining it (it's all in my head! Ha!) so I felt moderately vindicated when the doctor agreed with me. She gave me samples and prescriptions, along with a note for my teacher. Yep, a note for my teacher. I felt like a ten-year-old.

I wrote to said teacher yesterday explaining that I'm concerned about being able to finish the research proposal on time since I've had so many migraines the last couple of weeks, and now the ear thing. She replied that if I needed to turn the paper in late, I'd need a note. So, by golly, I got a note.

Since I'm not contagious, I decided to drop by the hospital and see Gene. There I discovered that he's been moved out of ICU. Yay! Big relief for everyone, I'm sure. He was pretty restless and not entirely clear of the drugs, which have him a little disoriented. It made for a highly entertaining visit, at least. I didn't stay long; I just wanted to say hi to Beth and see how he's doing. Beth is so excited she's practically beside herself.

So. Even though I have the note from the doctor for my paper, I'd better get cracking and not put this off any longer. I"m oozing dread here.


Mar. 25th, 2007 10:50 pm
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I've had a pleasant day, on the whole. The cookout was verra verra nice, with yummy steaks (gotta teach the O of [livejournal.com profile] zihuatenejo the meaning of "rare" but mine was tender and tasty anyway. ;>) and lots of other delicious food, and good company.

I came home and worked to finish and print out my "log" from my book repair practicum. Normally "log" would mean notes, I suspect but I got carried away as usual and took pictures and made fancy notes with bullets to document everything. This is totally on the "if you're going to do it, do it right" theory. I printed out an extra copy for them to keep in the lab; Josh said they'd like to have it. Cool.

While I was doing all this printing, I was also watching "To Catch a Thief" for approximately the dozenth time. I love that movie. I should probably consider it one of my all time favorites-- Hitchcock, Cary Grant on the Riviera, and Hollywood elegance out the wazoo; what's not to love? (oh, wait, wazoo and elegance probably don't go in the same sentence, do they?
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I didn't get the mail from my mailbox yesterday so today I got a birthday card from my parents. My mother picked it out (pink!!11eleventy!! boy, is it pink! With sweet poetry!!) and wrote it, of course; she always has. Her handwriting hasn't changed in a definable way, but suddenly it looks like an old person wrote it. She's called two or three times this week. I think it may be partly because of my birthday but it's also because she needs reassurance. Despite her earlier assertions that Daddy's doing better, she said yesterday that he's gotten noticeably worse since I saw him last. She said she found him the other day sitting in the chair in the bedroom wearing his boxers, socks, a t-shirt, and two heavy outerwear jackets. During the conversation I mentioned that I thought he was more confused when he is really quiet; it's like he is afraid if he says anything someone will notice how confused he is. Mother's response is that he's like that most of the time now. She said a friend suggested that she talk to their doctor; he might decide they need to take away Daddy's driver's license. Mother said "It would be awful if they did that; it'd just kill him." She did say that she exercises control and has decided not to let him drive on days he's particularly confused. I was relieved to hear that, and mentioned that while she's concerned for his mental well being if they take away his driver's license, she also has to consider her safety and that of others on the roads. The thought that he's worse off now than when I was there but is driving now scares the crap out of me.

On Saturday I had an appointment with a psychiatrist about my disability claim. I think it's about the Social Security one, but I'm not totally sure about that. This was triggered because of one of the meds I take. One of the first questions he asked was my age; when I told him he said "That will really help your claim!" I burst out laughing. "I'm glad it's going to help something!" He actually acted like he thought I might be approved. I remain unconvinced, but boy, that'd be something. People who have seizures and are legally blind have to fight to be approved, but I'm going to get it? I suppose it's remotely possible that different areas have different analyses, but on the whole, I think not.

I'm working on an assignment for the Humanities class. While poking around the other day I found a photo and brief bio of the teacher and damn, it has helped me a lot. Very strange how I need a picture in my head of who I'm writing for, but it's definitely true. Even writing this journal I have a sort of mental composite of readers. Anyway, the homework is to create a subject guide. We need to specify our target audience so she can gauge how well we have tailored our recommendations. I chose "quilting" as my topic and public library patrons as my audience, and damn, I am going to have trouble limiting my selections. In addition to "getting started" and patterns kind of sources, I also want sections on different styles (including art quilts), history, collaborative quilts and regional variations. Damn, these things are beautiful. I hadn't counted on the research having quite such a strong effect of making me want to quilt. Just what I need-- another art to pursue. I haven't quilted for years-- not since I made a panel for the AIDS quilt for my architecture school friend, Scott Hallam. Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be a way to zoom that image and I don't have those photos on my computer. My favoriet square on his panel shows a beach scene at night with lace for the froth at the edge of the waves and a satin moon and seed bead stars on a black silk sky. The text around the block is a quote from Scott: "The only problem with sex on the beach is that sand gets EVERYWHERE." Heh.

And so this gets more cheerful towards the end, I had a great time yesterday shopping at the art store with the J-half of [livejournal.com profile] zihuatenejo. I am pulling her to the dark side.... er, make that, "teaching her to be even more finicky about her drafting techniques." We had also hoped to get some egg tempera paint, but the store doesn't carry it; we'll have to order online. Le sigh. No instant gratification on that score. After shopping we had breakfast (midafternoon-- yay!) and were both gloriously unhealthy. Yum, I say, even if corned beef hash does look like dog food, and we both agree it does. Still, yum.

So. Back to quilting books.
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Saturday was a great event. If I hadn't been so exhausted I could have used another hour or two to shop and look around the displays more than I did. I pretty much focused on C&I and judging.

I was most particularly pleased with the display table by [livejournal.com profile] harleenquinzell and [livejournal.com profile] zihuatenejo. I don't even have to specify which half of zihuatenejo because both of 'em displayed stuff. Wistric surprised me by arranging a galliard in my name and then humming it for me-- the tune sounds an awfully lot like "My Old Kentucky Home," in fact. This is his first calligraphy, and I found it pretty impressive for a first shot.

Needless to say, I was also exceptionally happy with the works displayed by my apprentices. They each displayed their most recent works-- Livia's Court Baronetcy scroll for Maddalena and Geoffrey, and Sunneva's GoA scroll for Letia.

It was just generally a fun day-- I got some serious snark time in with some old friends (for some reason I seemed to have been in a seriously snarky mood) enjoyed the displays and the excellent lunch. There was also an illuminating discussion (Ha! I crack myself up!) on period painting materials, that now has Sunneva and me wanting to do research. And lord, when Sunneva does research, just stand back. (Heh. I can't wait to see what she finds; maybe I should just stand back, too.)

The drive was fun, too-- the household went up together and we thus had plenty of time to solve the ills of the world, or at least to snark about them. (Again with the snark.) Talent, discretion, AND snark: I have chosen SO well.

Sunday..... sigh. I think I'm taking a cold. I first chalked up Saturday's sore throat to allergies, since I forgot to take my pill in the morning. And I have sneezing fits about once a week, so yesterday morning's wasn't unusual. But the fact that I took an allergy pill and my throat is still sore, and my eyes watery and my head feels like it's stuffed with cotton (including the thinking ability part, not just the pressure thing) fills me with dread. And dismay. Ick! The dreaded dismay!

Back to positive news, though.... I've booked my flight to see [livejournal.com profile] anonamys graduate in June in Seattle. My daughter, the Doctor of Physical Therapy. Yay! I'll be out there for six days; we're going to see the EMP and the new public library among other things. Oh, and the Japanese garden, and probably the Fremont Troll, too. And maybe Gas Works Park; as I recall it's pretty close to the Troll. Damn, I'd better quit planning this or I'll have a month's worth of stuff to do in six days. But for some reason, I've wanted to review pics of the sundial at Gas Works several times and can't find the photos I took ten years ago. Yes, I'm a librarian and we're supposed to organize things, but (a) I wasn't a librarian then and (b) I've always been better at being organized at work than I am at home. I'm sure there are about 8 rolls of excellent pictures of Seattle and environs around here, in a very safe place.

I am close to concluding that I'm not going to have a really bad, miserable sort of cold; not a winter but something more closely akin to a cold snap.... still stuffy and watery, but not too god-awful. The fact that I have about half a migraine means that the two things add up to one viable call-in-sick-day for the volunteer gig, I think. Not a good idea to spread the contagious part all over the public library. I may be able to drag myself out to the grocery and drug store (I'm completely out of some basic things like milk and soup; hard to feel like I'm taking care of myself when sick if I don't have soup.)

I do need to do some research, though, so I'm not sure how to best accomplish that. Go be contagious all over the little design students at State? Oops. I'm oozing evil again.
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I found out Wed AM before I went to the book repair workshop for the day that I was to be able to make a scroll in honor of my lovely apprentice [livejournal.com profile] harlenquinzell receiving a Coral Branch on Sat at Ymir. Eek. I rummaged through my books and found one with a good selection of artwork that might work, and slammed it into my bag as I ran out the door. Sunneva and I conferred over lunch and decided which piece to use. Wed night I cleaned off my drafting table and played with scroll texts a bit. I was having absolutely no luck with fine motor skills that night so I took the wussy way out and retired to bed with a book. Thurs AM I hit the callig boards, so to speak.

I had no idea how much I rely on being able to print out everything on my trusty printer. I've been having trouble with it for a month or two, and in trying to fix the original problem (won't scan) I "fixed" it so it won't even print at all now. In fact, the computer doesn't even know I have a printer now. Damn, I'm good. The immediate effect was that I couldn't print out the final text and I couldn't scan and reverse the image from the book. Off to Kinko's.

I had sort of forgotten how long it's been since I did any callig, too. Sigh. I am SO not happy with the callig. Spacing issues, mainly, and spacing is always a problem for me. Sigh.

So, Thurs night I was going to Livia's to help her with final touches on the two scrolls she did for Ymir. In a stroke of good fortune or good planning, Sunneva lives one door down from Livia. Convenient, eh? I just went over a few hours earlier than I told Livia I'd be there, parked my thoroughly unremarkable beige car several spots farther away from her house, and took the callig'ed piece to Sunneva's for her to transfer the drawing and start painting. At the appointed hour, I showed up on Livia's doorstep, and we took care of our business as planned. When I left, instead of getting in my car, I sashayed back down to Sunneva's where we worked a bit longer before I took the (half done?) scroll back home. All I can say is, Sunneva and I must be the world's slowest combat scribes. Heh. I worked on it all day Friday, and took it BACK over Fri night. I had Sunneva call me when Livia left for site Fri night so she wouldn't see me come in. We took turns painting till I had to come home and get some sleep so I could be at least remotely coherent in class on Sat. (Which was only mildly successful, BTW. The sleep was good, but the coherent part... not so much.) I have progress pics here; the ones that say "Thursday" show work that was done by quitting time Thursday night. The Friday ones were what was done when I took it back to Sunneva's Friday evening. She finished it after I left. We are both very pleased with it. Livia seems happy, too. We'll have to get her to post pics of the finished piece.

Ymir was good. Weather was about as good as it gets for the second weekend in February. During the day, it was damn near perfect, but I admit that my toes were small round lumps of ice by the time court was over. I have no idea what the temp was by then; it got down to mid twenties during the night but it was surely nowhere near that at 7 PM. I helped in the kitchen during feast, and damn, Daemon and Emma put out a fine feast. The pork loin was particularly succulent, moist, tender, and garlicky. Does it get any better than that? I think not. There was also a chicken course and a leg of lamb course, but I was stuffed just from nibbling. I can't imagine whole servings of each dish.

All in all, a fine weekend. Now to do homework.

Oh, and you can also see a picture of poor Miss Molly with a nekkid neck, after the small tumor was removed. I swear, the vet took out a huge divot. And nekkid cat necks don't appear to be pretty even without chunks missing. Poor kitty.


Feb. 4th, 2007 09:40 am
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It's been a nice weekend. Friday night I crashed at [livejournal.com profile] harleenquinzell's house so we could get an early start Sat AM for University. She made cookies and printed handouts, I consulted on one of her scrolls, and we ate OMG good Cuba Libre cupcakes at [livejournal.com profile] zihuatenjo's house. It's starting to seem like Casa Bellini is going to be known for a very specific type of hospitality-- sweets with a high alcohol content. [livejournal.com profile] harleenquinzell makes a bourbon chocolate milkshake that is completely wicked, I make rum or bourbon balls that'll knock your socks off, and now we have Cuba Libre cupcakes. Dayum. We'll make you happy.

Sat dawned bright and way too early. Still, we did a reasonable job of getting going on time (hey, it's Casa Bellini. We're not morning people. We're happy, not early) and got to site in time to find out that Julianna's vigil didn't start till after Noon court; we had time to get stuff out of the van and where we needed to be in plenty of time for class.

I attended the first half of Livia's class on vinework, and was proud. She did a good job. Most of the other classes I took were also good-- only one didn't cover what I hoped it would. The bookbinding class was good and provided lots of good bibliography and links stuff-- that could have lasted all day, for us to all get to do the steps. Still, I know a lot more now than when I started, which is the important thing. And the Paleography was a very good class-- I'm finding myself more and more fascinated with what I used to consider peripheral.

Julianna's vigil site was... well, okay, she's in House Corvus. Of course it was well done. That's kinda like saying there's this tower in Italy that isn't perfectly vertical. If you can't count on House Corvus to provide floof, what's the world coming to? Geez. Her Laureling ceremony was really nice, too.... I don't recall ever seeing one of the Royals get so choked up about any award. Sweet. And well deserved.

In kitty news, the lab work on Molly's little tumor came back negative-- nothing in the blood at all. Which makes me tempted to delay the surgery-- I mean, geez, I'm not exactly flush with cash here-- in fact, I have no current source of income. Put that way, it seems like a no-brainer. I'm not saying I want to cancel it forever, but I might wait till I at least have a source of income again, which should be within a couple of months. Surely it won't be critical before then.

Well, I think it's about time to start homework. If I can get this cat off my arms, that is. God forbid I should disturb a cat. She's twitching her tail at me for just thinking about it.

slow day

Jan. 11th, 2007 05:46 pm
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Oh, and it was nice to do nothing at all. But no, that isn't true, I just didn't have to stand up for six hours to do it, is all. I got a call from the Social Security office-- the woman who is handing my case is pretty sharp. She noticed that I hadn't finished my application online, and wanted to check. Well, sez I, when I was working on it last time, it gave me an error message, saying to call the office, so I did, and the woman said I'd have to come in to the office to finish it up. I made an appointment for Jan 25th. Turns out the woman on the phone was wrong-- I suppose I should have expected that; she has a job with the government, answering questions for a living, and those people are wrong SO much of the time. I think they just get so burned out they don't care, and just say the first thing that will get the caller off the phone. Anyway, my caseworker suggested that I try again, and lo, it worked. So now she'll be able to do the prep work before I go in. Yay, us. Again, I plan to be perfectly clear on the point that I do not expect to recieve SS disability, and in fact know that I am not qualified; this is merely a required step for the disability that I AM qualified for. Anyway, that step is done.

Last night I finally saw The Sopranos. I am way too cheap to pay for HBO or whatever it's on; I never watch TV. It wasn't exactly what I expected but I did like it. I didn't expect the humor, mainly. The main thing that suprised me, though, is that it gave me nightmares. WTF?? I had trouble going to sleep because of all the caffeine I had yesterday, and when I did get to sleep, I dreamed all night-- several different dreams-- that one of the crew was pointing a gun at me and was going to kill me. I have never had that happen, not even with all the shoot-em-up-bang-bang action flicks I watch. Too weird.

I started looking over the Humanities Resources material online today, and it looks like it's actually going to be enjoyable. What a concept! The first group of questions is "Literature" and I feared it would be all classics. Nope. Well, I take that back-- it's NEW classics-- two of the ten questions were about Neil Gaiman and William Gibson. Heh. Margaret Atwood was in there, too, but I'm not as familiar with her work.

Tomorrow [livejournal.com profile] zihuatanejo and I are going to a workshop on Book Repair at Wake Forest University. I'm looking forward to it, even though I'll have to leave the house at 6:15. Ick. It'll be an early night for me, which should be no problem since I got so little sleep last night. In fact, I'm sinking fast. Pitiful.


Jan. 8th, 2007 12:18 pm
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Well, let's see about an update.

I actually got email last night from the friend from my teen years that I saw in Richmond when I was there. I didn't really expect that. I wish I could feel like I could relax and trust him, instead of watching every word I say. It's not that I care what he and his family think, but my mother really does care, and she still lives there, so I can't tell him anything that Mother would be unhappy to have broadcast all over the tiny town. Nothing like a little paranoia to keep you on your toes. It's too bad, too. It'd be fun to have someone to visit when I go back to Richmond. He's so.... seductive, though not in a sexual way. Not with women, anyhow. He's just fun to talk to and always draws me out. I've read the emails two or three times each before sending to check for potential revelation of anything that shouldn't be revealed. Sigh.

I had a very scribal weekend-- had a little workshop for a friend on Saturday; she's never scribed at all and wants to begin, and she invited two others who are intermediate level. It made it rather confusing for me, since I thought I was going to be doing all basic beginning level stuff. And on Sunday I had a play date with [livejournal.com profile] zihuatenejo and [livejournal.com profile] harleenquinzell. I painted some and we looked at potential scroll layouts and new calligraphy hands. Fun.

Today I was looking for something in an older entry and found that [livejournal.com profile] syaldia had asked for the recipe for the Peanut Butter Pie and I hadn't seen the request. So, herewith, the recipe behind a cut. Recipe )

I haven't taken any migraine meds for probably a week. I had a bad migraine one day but decided to tough it out-- I think there will be a lapse between short-term and long-term disability coverages and I figure I'll need the meds a lot more when I'm in class than I do when I'm sitting here with nothing to do. Hasn't been too bad otherwise. I hope I can get the rest of the information I need for the paperwork soon; it's making me buggy worrying about it. Erk.
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I wound up staying in on New Year's Eve-- I watched Pirates of the Carribbean, Ocean's Twelve, and Bourne Supremacy. Yum. They's some pretty men in them thar movies. I was amused at Depp in this POTC-- he was practically flaming in some scenes. Not exactly what I would have thought he was going for, especially with the rather thorough kiss he laid on Miss Knightley toward the end of the movie.

New Year's Day I went to [livejournal.com profile] hanareru's house for her Hangover Party. There I was treated to a marathon showing of Ugly Betty on the Soap channel; it's an interesting show, but I'd never seen it. I wound up watching the last couple of hours of it after I got home, and now I'm wondering what's going to happen next. Oh, and we watched Shaun of the Dead. It's always interesting to see who's squeamish and who isn't-- I know for a fact that I go all lightheaded and see shimmery silver lights when confronted with an actual person sewing stitches in another real person, for example, though the split lip itself didn't bother me. However, evisceration or exploding brains on a movie screen are just special effects, sometimes more convincing than others. Then, because I was apparently short on my quota of violence for the day, I watched Point of No Return last night. We made so much fun of that movie when we saw the trailers for it, but it's now a favorite. Who knew? And let me just say, Bridgit Fonda has one of the prettiest mouths I've ever seen. This whole I've-got-pillows-in-my-lips thing is way overrated, in my book.

I ate so much at the party that I wasn't hungry for dinner, so the obligatory black-eyed peas dish got put off till today. Hope that doesn't doom me to an unhappy year.

I picked up my final paper (with grade) from the Archives teacher, and he liked it as well as I thought he would. I wasn't surprised that he didn't know about a lot of the technical stuff, but was amused that he wrote "Interesting" beside the line about the Holy Roman Emperor who decreed that all offcicial documents written on paper were to be considered invalid. Wonder if that will show up next time he teaches the class? He was also rather generous when grading the final. Which is only fair, considering some of the questions he asked, and that the exam counted for 40% of the grade even though it didn't cover any more material than the mid-term did. So, I'm happy. Only one more grade, and it's one of the ones I've been concerned about. I don't think it'll really be BAD, but I wish I could find out, dammit.

And can somebody tell me why I have the song "Macho, Macho Man" stuck in my head? I know I haven't heard it for months, at least. Weird.
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I am surprised at my mood today, though maybe I shouldn't be. In spite of three invitations for tonight, (including one set of plans) I find that what I am in the mood to do is sit and paint. I suppose I could blame/thank [livejournal.com profile] zihuatenejo for this-- I went over there last night and painted for the first time in over a year. I half expected that my hand would be rusty from lack of use, but I was very pleased with the two butterflies and a bird that I added to Gigi's AoA scroll. One of the reasons I went was to get started painting again; I got as far as getting my drafting table about half cleaned off yesterday but sank back into inertia after that, reading the new Spenser mystery instead. (Spenser never changes, BTW. Same sardonic comments, same short sentences, same comfort level. Nice.)

So on one hand, I'm excited about painting again. I'm sure the 20 people who have commissioned me to do scrolls are all in favor of this, too, since most of them have been patiently waiting for years, and I do mean that literally. And I have the first three seasons of Buffy and several movies (some as yet unseen) to watch/listen to while I paint. And I'm sure Miranda will be highly entertained by my painting again. She hasn't had wiggling paint brushes to play with for too long now.

On the other hand, sometimes I needed to be jogged out of my tendency to crawl into my painting and stay there for as long as I possibly can. And it would definitely be fun to see the people at the gatherings to which I have been invited, and I"ve been wanting to see [livejournal.com profile] foklens play. It's just that I really don't like crowds, and what is going to be more crowded than a bar on New Year's Eve?

So, I'm going to think on this while I paint and watch the first few disks of Buffy or whatever. If you have nothing better to do today than read journals and have strong feelings about this subject, feel free to weigh in. I will give your comments serious consideration.
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Well, let's see now. The cat's out of the closet (see Friday's entries if you missed all the fun.) I got the laundry done this morning, and that took some time and money, what with rugs and about three weeks worth of clothes. I was about down to wearing my prom dress to class. And Brigida came over last night with the magical wand of vacuuming and now the house looks SOOOOO much better. If you need any cleaning done, she's the one to do it. And the last paper's done. It's.... ummm.... 24 pages and he only asked for 10-15. I've written to ask if that's okay. I think it will be; some teachers are really picky but he's pretty agreeable, and it's all good stuff. I'm very pleased with it. It's amazing how much it helps to back off for a few days and go back and read it again.

And I'm not exactly eating crow here; everything I've said before about Word is still true, but it only seems fair to say that I am terribly impressed with how well they do footnotes/endnotes. I copied stuff from one paper and pasted it into another, and the footnotes updated and it was oh, so lovely.

Oh, and I haven't had a migraine for... four days now? Maybe longer; I'm not sure. That's downright amazing. Yay!

Life is good.


Nov. 24th, 2006 10:08 am
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I had a very pleasant Turkey Day. Made two pies (not the most successful; I think my oven Has Issues) but still good. Kind of puttered around and called everybody I needed to call for a Holiday.

My brother is in California soaking up the sun; it was the usual Akron winter weather when they left so it obviously didn't occur to him to take shorts; he's now regretting that oversight. What a way to suffer. And [livejournal.com profile] anonamys couldn't leave her internship till Thurs AM sometime, so was just getting into Seattle when I called. She was getting doggy-kisses and much affection from the cats (nothing so tacky as kitty kisses; they'd save that till nobody was watching, get a grip) and she and [livejournal.com profile] freudian_slip were getting ready to go to his family's for dinner. Mother said she fixed a much-scaled-down version of their traditional meal; she and Daddy just enjoyed the hell out of it. They're both sick to death of institutional food by this time, so home cooking was just the ticket. Plus, some friends brought them a jam cake, which I hadn't thought about for years, probably, but made my mouth water when I heard the words. Yum. Mother also said Daddy hasn't been disoriented, which was the thing that had me the most worried. And she said they think his foot-drop (learnt the name from Amy) will go away after some time.

So I was happy as a clam to hear that my peeps are doing well, and was able to go to [livejournal.com profile] harleenquinzell's house for dinner with a light heart. Everything was well in hand when I arrived, though breathless as any major meal is at that point in the prep. I'm glad that I'm "family" enough that I can get there early and help a bit instead of it being a big formal type thing. Yay, family! [livejournal.com profile] zihuatanejo and his parents came for dinner, too. His parents were great fun. They had just driven up from Fla; believe me, after I make a trip of that length I am incoherent and certainly not up to being alert, nevermind charming and funny. Mad props.

Dinner was wonderful, of course. It always is, there. And I had fun talking to [livejournal.com profile] foklens about rock-and-roll. And it was real rock-and-roll we were listening to/talking about, too, not over-processed "rock." I espoused my theory that rock-and-roll should be something that your mama would hate and didn't think till later that I don't hate it, but my mama does, so that makes it okay for me. I don't know how their mamas feel about it. I was feeling good enough (after having to take more Imitrex than I wished, but damn, it worked) that I was enjoying the hell out of having the speakers cranked and a good bass line having its way with me. I remembered how much I like that music, and was able to articulate that the only reason I don't listen to it more often is the damn migraines. And I'm gonna go hear foklens' band play at the Upper Deck on New Year's Eve. Yay! I've been wanting to do that, so I'm happy to find out they're playing some time when I don't have an exam or paper due within two days, or some event that I have to attend for whatever reason.

Well, I suppose I should get started on the next big project. Le Sigh. Here I am, all in the mood for kicking back and enjoying turkey and rock-and-roll, and I have to write a paper. And, oh, yeah-- this one is 50% of the grade for the class. Oh, I had definitely better get to work.
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Well, it would maybe be a "grrr" if I had the energy. I'm working on the paper that I've been all excited about but I've had a migraine for days now and it's wearing on me. Plus the fact that I've passed "informed" and "immersion" and gone straight to "sick and tired" of the topic. I'm sure it'll come back and I'll feel the love again but right now, not so much.

I haven't been totally useless today. I've gotten several pages written (okay, let's not go so far as "several" but I'll definitely claim "a few.") Also did some background/prep work for a smaller project that's due the 17th, and for which I need to go to Duke Medical Library on Friday.

I suppose I might ought to be working on That Damned Paper, which is due two days before the one I've been working on. Sigh. At least I have 3 of the 5 final exam questions answered for that class. Of course, they are the easy three, leaving the harder two for later. Yeah, like "later" is going to help. The final and That Damned Paper are both due the 18th, AND we are supposed to give a brief oral presentation of the conclusions of our papers that day too. Believe me, I am NOT spending any time doing a Power Point presentation with handouts of that puppy. I do not want this thing immortalized any more than it has to be to get a grade.

I've also been a wee bit distracted today with all the happy political news. And Mother called to see if I was excited and almost forgot to tell me that Daddy may be going home in a week and a half or two weeks-- in other words, before Thanksgiving. W00t! (Except do I have time to go back to KY for Thanksgiving? I do have other papers due after this batch is in. I'll worry about that tomorrow.) And of course, [livejournal.com profile] harleenquinzell's news made me happy, too. Yay! All sorts of good news today.

Now if this damned headache would quit. And the package would get delivered. And I could get a flash of inspiration for That Damned paper. Bitch, bitch, bitch.
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I have the germ of an evil idea about the public library paper I have to write. She wants imaginative, right? Well, how about this-- give some real service to the underserved populations: immigrants (language classes) unemployed (help with job skills, including job search, how to fill out an application, GED classes) and homeless (showers.) maybe even an area of the parking lot for day labor pickup. (Damn, I wish I knew where to find the articles on this I found for my Foundations class.) Not that anyone who has any say over the budget would want anything to do with this, nor would the entrepreneurs who want to lease space to the library because they think it would be a status addition to their project, but hey, it's a school paper, right? Students are expected to be all pie-in-the-sky and impractical. There's lots of talk in library school classes about "access for everyone" and plenty of bemoaning illiteracy and such, so I think I may have found my hook. Makes me want to rub ny hands together and utter sinister laughs. Heh.

In all honesty, I must credit my lovely apprentice [livejournal.com profile] harleenquinzell with the suggestion of showers, which started me down that path, and a fabulous path I think it will be. I hadn't had a chance to see her for weeks, maybe even since school started. I was starting to jones for a visit with her, so last night was wonderful. I don't know when I've laughed so much. After she left to catch [livejournal.com profile] foklens' gig I went down to [livejournal.com profile] zihuatenejo's house for Book Club. Turns out I got there too late for the book discussion, which is probably just as well; it's been so long since I read the book that I had absolutely nothing to say about it except "I liked it." That right there put me in a class by myself-- apparently no one else liked it. Oh, well. I had a great time there, too. Talk about books and politics and web sites I'd never visited before. Oh, yeah, THAT kind of site. Heh.

Oh, well, back to the paper. Sigh.


Oct. 1st, 2006 08:55 pm
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What an absolutely wonderful day: both halves of [livejournal.com profile] zihuatanejo and I went to the beach. The weather was all you could ask for-- sunny and 70's. We did all the clasic things I love to do there: we ate at El's (I had an oyster burger- next time remind me to tell 'em to hold the ketchup) and visited Fort Macon State Park-- both the fort and the beach. Lots of fishermen, but only one kite. Plenty of gulls, a couple of sandpipers. Then to Beaufort to the "Burying Ground" next to the Methodist church, and the Dock House for a snack and a long sit-down on the balcony. We practically had to wrestle an old man to get the balcony table, but Owen came through for us. Took a quick turn along the docks to ogle the yachts and sailboats. Just to make the day complete, we even stuck our heads in the door at the fudge place, but managed to get out with our virtue intact. Probably because we were stuffed from the chili cheese nachos, but hey.... I'm going with it.
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And a great day in the afternoon, too. Actually the morning was a little slow-- I kept wanting to go take a nap. I managed to keep moving, though, and get a few things done.

I had lunch with [livejournal.com profile] nikulai at the Cafe Zen in the American Tobacco Historic Distric campus. Cut for urban architecture burble )

After lunch, feeling rejuvenated (the S'bux grande mocha may have helped on that, too) I went to class-- it was not bad. I didn't feel quite as overwhelmed as I have sometimes. On the way home I was thinking about next semester and what classes to take. Two are required so they're not the issue. One of the things that someone mentioned is that the NC Museum of Art has a library. Thinking about that made me realize that I haven't been to the museum in a coon's age, and there was nothing I had planned to do after class.... so I stopped. Cut for art stuff )


Sep. 28th, 2006 08:26 pm
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I've posted the answers to the first lines quiz I had up yesterday. I didn't really expect anyone to get the Marcia Muller, though I think she's one of the best mystery writers around, and I wasn't too suprised no one got the Hillerman, either. I am, however, astonished that no one recognized Janet Evanovich. Geesh, people! You need some light reading!

I think I'm going to get a whole day with my peeps at the beach. Woohoo! I haven't been for too long... I'm thinking it might have been two years, which is just criminal. So much to see, so little time. And tomorrow I get to have lunch with [livejournal.com profile] nikulai before I go to Health Science Resources class. Guess which one of those two things I'm looking forward to most. Heh.

Gotta go do the reading for class. Yeep.
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Catching up in lots of ways...

First, the phone. Read more... )

Next, the car.Read more... )

BTW-- I am hereby agitating for zihuatenejo to set up separate journals so they'll have different names. Otherwise, I'll be tempted to call Wistric "Zihua?" and Sunniva "Tenejo!" To be pronounced "Zee WHA?? and "Ten AY ho!" The punctuation goes with the names, BTW; it's not for the sentence. Therefore, the next paragraphs would read:Read more... )

Oh, yeah. I got off track there for a bit.... Read more... )

happy dance

Aug. 1st, 2006 05:05 pm
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My grades for summer school are posted and let me just say this here and now-- OUTTA MY WAY! I'M GONNA DO THE HAPPY DANCE! And I don't even like Snoopy.

Went to [livejournal.com profile] harleenquinzell's house last night and had tasty Texas BBQ and had a long cross-cultural conversation with her and [livejournal.com profile] foklens. Very interesting, what with the time span difference as well as the location difference. After dinner harleenquinzell and I got her an Italian Ren sleeveless dress cut out and assembled-- there's still handwork to do but damn! Those things are fast to make. I always forget exactly how fast. Going back over tonight to make the chemise to go with it.


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