Sunday, August 31, 2008

I Left the House Again

Spent the weekend at DragonCon, thanks to friends who got us cheap passes in. Saw friends, bought far too many books, schmoozed with an author or two, saw costumes, had a good time.

No trauma, no drama, a couple of funny stories -- all of which I'm saving so I have something to talk about when I regain consciousness this week.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Well, THAT was interesting

The Husband saw a small tornado touch down on campus today.

Two of the things made an appearance. Damage was mostly trees and a little bit of building damage. Storms apparently were small.

There is a severe weather alert right now, until about 2 am. Wee.

Thanks, Fay.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Have You Ever Seen the Rain?

It has RAINED.

It has rained long and hard today in this dry and dusty corner of the Upstate. There has actually been flash flood warnings all day. It might rain more tomorrow. Rain is being measured in inches.

I don't know what, if any, affect this will have on the drought, since these storms are remnants of Fay, but it's got to help. At least I don't have to water the garden.

I did have to shut the house up and turn on the A/C -- water through the windows is not a good thing -- but, heck, it's August. My ever instinct said having the house open was highly unnatural in the first place.

Tomorrow I get my ass to the temp agency with resume in hand. Applications to the University, I am now to understand, can take weeks to work through the machinery. Wee. Both The Husband and I are revisiting our 20s, except he gets the fun part.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

I wasn't in the van

In a nutshell -- we drove to North Carolina (not as hard as it sounds) for the Walk. Pretty drive, if very windy. Lovely area. We had to park down a slope from the field where the walk was, so we brought up a camping chair and I sat there, with a book and an encouraging smile for The Husband as he started.

Then it rained. Very subtly at first, then with more determination. Cold, fine rain, with wind. There wasn't much shelter on the field. It would pause and everyone would resume walking, then it would rain and everyone dripped. When we got tired of dripping -- it didn't take long -- we packed up and drove home. We just weren't prepared for rain.

It was a nice drive.

Friday, August 22, 2008

I'll be in the Van

Tonight is the Walk for the Cause, where The Husband does his bit for the American Cancer Association.

Thanks to all of you, he surpassed his fundraising goal. You're a cool bunch, just so you know.

I get to sit in the van and be all supportive. No long walking for me until I get a knee brace.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Still Not Much

Therapy moves along. In the usual way of therapy, I'm running up against stuff I really thought I'd settled long ago. Feh.

Day to day life doesn't change much.

I'm reading again. I finished Truth and Beauty by Ann Patchett (eh) and am now reading World War Z (zombies!). It feels good to read. It feels good to have some focus.

This breeze through the window feels really good, too. We shut the house up earlier in the week and turned on the AC, not because of the heat, but because of Mysterious Toilet Stink coming from somewhere outside.

I have to post photos of the roses. They look great.

That is all.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Must They

'Rocky Horror' does time warp again with remake 30 years on

Oh, that's just sad to contemplate. Or is it that every generation must lay claim to anything good from generations before?

Wednesday, August 13, 2008


World's tallest woman dies in Indiana at age 53

I'd seen Sandy Allen on a few tv shows. She had a wonderful outlook on her life and life in general.

She did well. The world is a little smaller without her, but perhaps bigger because she lived.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Art and Crayons

Last week my therapist asked me to draw a picture of my depression.

I spent the week trying to think what it looked like. This morning I sat down to draw it. Only, how do you draw the inside of a paper bag?

Apparently it takes more crayons than I have. I drew something, and then forgot it. I'm supposed to bring it next week.

And, no, it wasn't all black. I didn't have a grey marker, though.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Make With the Money

In just under 2 weeks, The Husband will "walk for a cause." He's hoping to collect $500 for the American Cancer Society through donations for his participation in the Relay for Life - Mountain Top, NC August 22, 2008. Right how, he's at a little over half his goal.

Please make a donation... anything $5, $10, $20, or more.

If you have any funds available, consider clicking one of these links and throwing some money at a good cause.

Thanks in advance!

EDIT: We noted that some people may not realize how the donation system works... you click the "Relay for Life - Mountain Top, NC" link, which takes you to the husband's page... you then click on "donate"... you are asked how much, then payment info, etc.

Time Gets To Me

Iconic stone arch collapses in southern Utah park - Yahoo! News

Good thing we have photographs.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Up All NIght

I love my cats. I love my cat Ophelia.

However, I don't feel so special about her today. She wasn't feeling so well last night, so she wanted to be next to me. I put a pillow on the couch for her delicate fatness. About midnight, she vomited on it. Usually when a cat vomits, they are all better afterwards.

So I went to bed. As usual, she followed. And vomited on my pillow.

I threw that pillow on the floor and got another. About an hour later, she vomited on that one. I went to sleep in the guest room.

We have the cruelest guest room bed ever. It really is only a couch. Sorry, Mom.

So I am sleepy and grouchy this morning. Ophelia, on the other hand, is napping. Damn cat.

Monday, August 04, 2008

I Haz Software

Ok, I actually applied for a job today. There isn't much around for which I am qualified (I need that master's degree. Doesn't matter what it's in, apparently, just that I have it. Time to think about that.)

The Husband gave me the Rosetta Stone Deutsch software I've been wanting for some time now. I love him.

More later after something happens.

Saturday, August 02, 2008

I Snark with Love

There are people I know, however slightly or however well, who I like and even respect, and yet piss me off on a rotating schedule. I'm serious. These folks are funny, bright, sharp, and generous, but they have particular blind spots or touchy places that exactly coincide with my touchy places and blind spots. This means they will occasionally say or do something in all sincerity and strong belief, and it will just drop my lollipop in the dirt.

It pisses me off.

I say "pisses me off" as opposed to "makes me angry" because "being pissed" is a more temporary emotional state. Just like going pee will relieve a full bladder, spouting off some words will relieve the pissiness. It just goes away like it never was. It will come again, of course, but for right now, who cares?

I suspect that I LIKE these people simple because they CAN piss me off. That is, I am not indifferent to what they say or what they think. It matters to me. I've worked hard most of my life to develop an armorlike indifference to what most people think, say, do, or smell like. Once upon a time I cared DEEPLY, even BLEEDINGLY, what the grocery store clerk or the mailman thought of me. Now? Feh. Not really. They have their own lives and their own concerns, very few of which have anything to do with me. In fact, they may not even be aware of me as I momentarily flit through their lives. They are busy. They don't care, so why should I? If they do care, well, I don't, and that's how it is.

However,f someone doesn't care so much that they cut me off in traffic or snag the last Lindt Chocolate Chili Cherry bar from my fingers -- that will not piss me off. That will Make Me Angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry. That's a whole 'nuther thing with no relationship to the rest of this. trust me. It's about the chocolate, not the person.

So when I do let what someone says or thinks or does piss me off, it's practically a sign of respect.
When one of these good people speaks words I cannot believe they believe, or does something that makes me want to scream "DON'T GO IN THERE. THAT'S WHERE THE AX MURDERER IS HIDING, YOU IDIOT!" -- well, it's because I care. I'm worried about them. In my little world, I see Someone I Like making what I see as A Big Mistake, and I don't want them to get hurt, or to carry pain they don't deserve, or suffer some catastrophe, or even be unhappy.

So, if I think it's going to happen and my paranoia trigger goes off, I get pissed.

If I get pissed at any of you at some point in the future, or if you suspect I've gotten pissed at you at some point in the past (and you give a braided rat's ass), just keep in mind -- I snark with love.