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Feb. 18th, 2020 05:40 pmI haz a sic.
I mean, nothing like, life-threatening. I have a head cold. But I was felling sufficiently tired and ill and like I might be running a fever* by 2:30 that I decided to call out sick for the rest of the day and went home to try to take a nap.
And I decided that, if I was too sick to work, I also probably shouldn't go to PT, or go out to the pub to listen to a talk on heresies. So there went my evening plans.
"We weren't expecting that you'd be here for dinner," remarked one of my roommates. "So we're doing roasted cauliflower... and mint... Oh, and cucumbers, right."
"We did skip the eggs and avocados, though. Since we had those... several times this week..."
"...In fact, every day for breakfast for three days..."
At least the soup should be good.
* Answer: No, at least according to my digital thermometer.
I mean, nothing like, life-threatening. I have a head cold. But I was felling sufficiently tired and ill and like I might be running a fever* by 2:30 that I decided to call out sick for the rest of the day and went home to try to take a nap.
And I decided that, if I was too sick to work, I also probably shouldn't go to PT, or go out to the pub to listen to a talk on heresies. So there went my evening plans.
"We weren't expecting that you'd be here for dinner," remarked one of my roommates. "So we're doing roasted cauliflower... and mint... Oh, and cucumbers, right."
"We did skip the eggs and avocados, though. Since we had those... several times this week..."
"...In fact, every day for breakfast for three days..."
At least the soup should be good.
* Answer: No, at least according to my digital thermometer.
Realm: Weekend - Subrealm: 6.8.17
Aug. 7th, 2017 03:11 pm...I should really be looking for jobs. Uh, constructive procrastination?
So it's just as well that![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
teenybuffalo and sovay weren't available for dinner Saturday night, 'cause that's about the worst batch of Vegetarian Heart Attack I think I've ever made. Moral of the story: taste the basil before you buy it.
Sunday I skipped bellringing (unnecessarily, as I realized later) to haul up to New Hampshire for this big family reunion thing my Aunt had organized. This would not, frankly, have been my first choice for the day: in additional to my campanological commitments, I hate driving,* I don't really have much of anything in common with my cousins anymore, and given my finances I'm kinda feeling like the black sheep of the family. But she was going to feel hurt if I didn't turn up, so...
And actually, it was ok. I mean, I still don't have much in common with my cousins (and almost feel more at home with my cousins-once-removed, the elder of whom has grown about a foot since I saw her last), but I really shoulda caught up with my stepcousin K., who (I learned) had just moved to within a few blocks of me. (wtf?) And the food was tasty, and I got to see my brother and get the latest from him.
More importantly (and this was an even bigger shock than the suddenly 5'6" cousin), I got to see my uncle. RM... huh. That's a story.
See, about, ooo, a year and a bit ago, RM. found out that the weird digestive problems he'd been having were, in fact, bowel cancer. And that would be bad enough, but, well, he was the one kid whom Grandma succeeded in bringing up as a Christian Scientist, and if you're a Christian Scientist and get cancer, the options are supposed to be 1. Miracle** or 2. Die faithfully. RM. ultimately went with option 3., which is Stop Being A Christian Scientist (I guess?) and actually get modern medical treatment; but when Mom visited him last spring, he looked about on his deathbed anyway, and I hadn't gotten an update since, so I was amazed he'd made it up. ("Your mom's always been the worrier," was his [typically] sardonic comment.) In fact, though, he'd apparently made the drive up from Ithaca just fine, and while he had lost more weight than was healthy, he was a lot less corpse-like than I'd been expecting.*** And not super energetic, but seemed to be mostly his old self.
So yeah. That was my weekend. Well, that and reading too many fantasy novels (and I owe you a post on that, too), with less than optimal results for my census productivity. I should get on that. First, job searching.
Nine days til I leave for England. Still don't know which city.
* The drive up, at least, was substantially better than I'd anticipated--in terms of driving time. What I ALSO hadn't expected was that they're still in the process of widening I93, thus simultaneously rubbing your face in the fact that they're tearing up the landscape so as to cover more of it with tarmac AND the bits where extra lanes might actually be useful still aren't done yet. Like seriously, guys, why was the interchange at the south end of 293 not the FIRST thing you did? And why do I suspect that the answer is somehow connected to the fact that there are still hundred-foot piles of gravel by the roadside?
** I don't know whether or not that's EXACTLY how people who go in for faith healing would describe it, but f--- them, because if it isn't, than they're even more irrational than I think they are anyway.
*** I also noticed he'd lost some hair, but then Grandpa was mostly bald by the time HE hit 65, and my brother's at least heading in that direction, so I don't actually think that's significant.
So it's just as well that
teenybuffalo and sovay weren't available for dinner Saturday night, 'cause that's about the worst batch of Vegetarian Heart Attack I think I've ever made. Moral of the story: taste the basil before you buy it.Sunday I skipped bellringing (unnecessarily, as I realized later) to haul up to New Hampshire for this big family reunion thing my Aunt had organized. This would not, frankly, have been my first choice for the day: in additional to my campanological commitments, I hate driving,* I don't really have much of anything in common with my cousins anymore, and given my finances I'm kinda feeling like the black sheep of the family. But she was going to feel hurt if I didn't turn up, so...
And actually, it was ok. I mean, I still don't have much in common with my cousins (and almost feel more at home with my cousins-once-removed, the elder of whom has grown about a foot since I saw her last), but I really shoulda caught up with my stepcousin K., who (I learned) had just moved to within a few blocks of me. (wtf?) And the food was tasty, and I got to see my brother and get the latest from him.
More importantly (and this was an even bigger shock than the suddenly 5'6" cousin), I got to see my uncle. RM... huh. That's a story.
See, about, ooo, a year and a bit ago, RM. found out that the weird digestive problems he'd been having were, in fact, bowel cancer. And that would be bad enough, but, well, he was the one kid whom Grandma succeeded in bringing up as a Christian Scientist, and if you're a Christian Scientist and get cancer, the options are supposed to be 1. Miracle** or 2. Die faithfully. RM. ultimately went with option 3., which is Stop Being A Christian Scientist (I guess?) and actually get modern medical treatment; but when Mom visited him last spring, he looked about on his deathbed anyway, and I hadn't gotten an update since, so I was amazed he'd made it up. ("Your mom's always been the worrier," was his [typically] sardonic comment.) In fact, though, he'd apparently made the drive up from Ithaca just fine, and while he had lost more weight than was healthy, he was a lot less corpse-like than I'd been expecting.*** And not super energetic, but seemed to be mostly his old self.
So yeah. That was my weekend. Well, that and reading too many fantasy novels (and I owe you a post on that, too), with less than optimal results for my census productivity. I should get on that. First, job searching.
Nine days til I leave for England. Still don't know which city.
* The drive up, at least, was substantially better than I'd anticipated--in terms of driving time. What I ALSO hadn't expected was that they're still in the process of widening I93, thus simultaneously rubbing your face in the fact that they're tearing up the landscape so as to cover more of it with tarmac AND the bits where extra lanes might actually be useful still aren't done yet. Like seriously, guys, why was the interchange at the south end of 293 not the FIRST thing you did? And why do I suspect that the answer is somehow connected to the fact that there are still hundred-foot piles of gravel by the roadside?
** I don't know whether or not that's EXACTLY how people who go in for faith healing would describe it, but f--- them, because if it isn't, than they're even more irrational than I think they are anyway.
*** I also noticed he'd lost some hair, but then Grandpa was mostly bald by the time HE hit 65, and my brother's at least heading in that direction, so I don't actually think that's significant.
Realm: Weekend
Sep. 14th, 2008 05:45 pm Geseah ic wuldres trēow,
wædum geweorðod wynnum scīnan,
gegyred mid golde; gimmas hæfdon
bewrigen weorðlīce wealdendes trēow.
One of the things Church of the Prevenient in Amoskeag lacks is a good cross. No really good crucifix; (one wood, modern, rather solemn Christ-in-Majesty over the pulpit); some plain gold (colored) ones, but nothing adorned with gems. Oh well, the service was ok: did a crux fidelis by Joao IV of Portugal (who knew seventeenth-century monarchs-in-exile wrote music?), though I kept wondering whether the bad version of the text was his fault, or the editor's. And managed to deal with the whole being-in-choir-while-looking-after-Peter thing, despite confusion due to first week at choir and the fact that it was raining. (And it's SOOO nice to be back in a competent and well-directed choir again!)
Afterwards, went off to local greek festival* for enormous lunch. I don't know how I'm going to have any appetite for dinner.
Interesting fact: medieval Christian tradition frequently held that the cross was made from the wood of a tree that had sprouted from Aaron's rod, which in turn was a sprig from the Tree of Life. So was it then an apple tree? And am I going to use this detail to segue back to what else we did this weekend?
Yep. ( Read more... )
wædum geweorðod wynnum scīnan,
gegyred mid golde; gimmas hæfdon
bewrigen weorðlīce wealdendes trēow.
One of the things Church of the Prevenient in Amoskeag lacks is a good cross. No really good crucifix; (one wood, modern, rather solemn Christ-in-Majesty over the pulpit); some plain gold (colored) ones, but nothing adorned with gems. Oh well, the service was ok: did a crux fidelis by Joao IV of Portugal (who knew seventeenth-century monarchs-in-exile wrote music?), though I kept wondering whether the bad version of the text was his fault, or the editor's. And managed to deal with the whole being-in-choir-while-looking-after-Peter thing, despite confusion due to first week at choir and the fact that it was raining. (And it's SOOO nice to be back in a competent and well-directed choir again!)
Afterwards, went off to local greek festival* for enormous lunch. I don't know how I'm going to have any appetite for dinner.
Interesting fact: medieval Christian tradition frequently held that the cross was made from the wood of a tree that had sprouted from Aaron's rod, which in turn was a sprig from the Tree of Life. So was it then an apple tree? And am I going to use this detail to segue back to what else we did this weekend?
Yep. ( Read more... )
Saturday: Planned to go to food closet at St. PJ's, so got up early, bought bagels for breakfast, and headed forth on my bike. Of course, haveing GOT to PJ's, they already had more people than they needed. So I headed up the street to the farmers' market. Which didn't open for another half hour. So I hung around, annoying our farmer friend Peter and helping people unload coolers full of meat and set up awnings.
Then I went home and went on a long run over East Rock.
Following lunch (leftover meat pie), Grace suggested that we should do something, perhaps climb East Rock. I pointed out that I had just done exactly this, but suggested Sleeping Giant. So we drove up there (note: the route has more Dunkin' Donuts per mile than anywhere else in the cosmos) and climbed over the Head, which I'd never done. It's unexpectedly steep.
We came home via Edge of the Woods (your local left-wing grocery store) and Shaw's (Edge doesn't carry enormous containers of flour OR of cheapo ice cream). Grace's computer's power cord having died, she borrowed mine for the evening..since she had a sermon to finish!
( Sunday )
Then I went home and went on a long run over East Rock.
Following lunch (leftover meat pie), Grace suggested that we should do something, perhaps climb East Rock. I pointed out that I had just done exactly this, but suggested Sleeping Giant. So we drove up there (note: the route has more Dunkin' Donuts per mile than anywhere else in the cosmos) and climbed over the Head, which I'd never done. It's unexpectedly steep.
We came home via Edge of the Woods (your local left-wing grocery store) and Shaw's (Edge doesn't carry enormous containers of flour OR of cheapo ice cream). Grace's computer's power cord having died, she borrowed mine for the evening..since she had a sermon to finish!
( Sunday )
