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Oct. 24th, 2002 11:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Yawn. Good morning. Oh, I know, it's barely still morning, and even I've been up for hours, but I still feel like wishing y'all a good morning.
I'm feeling fairly peppy. I managed to clean the living room last night, and pile all the junk in a corner, and get Dave to help me move the couch so it's against the wall that has no windows (i'd call it the north wall but i know that it doesn't face north. Northeast, i guess... I'm just used to buildings being on a north-south or east-west axis, so this is odd for me. But sun comes in the bedroom window, which I would've thought was north, so it must be east... *pop* well my brain's just blown some kind of fuse, so that's enough for this morning)... anyhow, the living room's opened right up, with the couch on the northeast wall, and the shelves against the bowed window wall (they just fit the middle section of the bowed-out wall, so they look like they were made to go there...). So today I'm going to organize the junk that was against the northeast wall; most of it is dave's drumset in boxes, and assorted other junk, which I'll put on the shelves. Then that little alcove in the living room will become a sitting-place, I think; for the moment, with the Verizon folding chair that is Dave's comfiest armchair (sigh), but maybe later with some more of my furniture.
I don't know how much higher purpose any of this is serving, but for the moment it makes me feel useful. I'm earning my rent-free stay at Dave's. And _not_ by sexual favors, so you sickos can get your minds out of the gutter.
Sigh. I just posted this picture in Jill's journal, pointing out that it snowing in Rochester in October isn't exactly unprecedented-- here's a hint: the white stuff on Hilary's mortarboard (May 19, 2002) isn't confetti--
-- and it occurred to me that I'd never sent any of the pictures I'd taken while with her to Hilary herself. So I forwarded the URL to her address, which I found among my old mail in my Outlook inbox.
Well, I just got a bounce message; she's no longer an earthlink user. :-( I know she went to grad school this year, but I don't know which one. I don't really know how to find her... So sad. So very sad.
To assuage my grief I must go and do things. Yes, a good idea. Yesterday I did a 45-minute workout, instead of the normal 30. I was proud of myself. I might again today, but might not. *shrug* I need to go to Target and get a second freeweight; I only had one because I was only using it for bicep curls, which could easily enough alternate, and carring weights around is annoying. But a lot of the exercises I've just learned involve using two weights at once, and gallon milk jugs full of water aren't heavy enough and aren't ergonomic enough. So...
anyhow. I'm going now. If anyone knows how to find Hilary Fox, let me know!!!
I'm feeling fairly peppy. I managed to clean the living room last night, and pile all the junk in a corner, and get Dave to help me move the couch so it's against the wall that has no windows (i'd call it the north wall but i know that it doesn't face north. Northeast, i guess... I'm just used to buildings being on a north-south or east-west axis, so this is odd for me. But sun comes in the bedroom window, which I would've thought was north, so it must be east... *pop* well my brain's just blown some kind of fuse, so that's enough for this morning)... anyhow, the living room's opened right up, with the couch on the northeast wall, and the shelves against the bowed window wall (they just fit the middle section of the bowed-out wall, so they look like they were made to go there...). So today I'm going to organize the junk that was against the northeast wall; most of it is dave's drumset in boxes, and assorted other junk, which I'll put on the shelves. Then that little alcove in the living room will become a sitting-place, I think; for the moment, with the Verizon folding chair that is Dave's comfiest armchair (sigh), but maybe later with some more of my furniture.
I don't know how much higher purpose any of this is serving, but for the moment it makes me feel useful. I'm earning my rent-free stay at Dave's. And _not_ by sexual favors, so you sickos can get your minds out of the gutter.
Sigh. I just posted this picture in Jill's journal, pointing out that it snowing in Rochester in October isn't exactly unprecedented-- here's a hint: the white stuff on Hilary's mortarboard (May 19, 2002) isn't confetti--
-- and it occurred to me that I'd never sent any of the pictures I'd taken while with her to Hilary herself. So I forwarded the URL to her address, which I found among my old mail in my Outlook inbox.
Well, I just got a bounce message; she's no longer an earthlink user. :-( I know she went to grad school this year, but I don't know which one. I don't really know how to find her... So sad. So very sad.
To assuage my grief I must go and do things. Yes, a good idea. Yesterday I did a 45-minute workout, instead of the normal 30. I was proud of myself. I might again today, but might not. *shrug* I need to go to Target and get a second freeweight; I only had one because I was only using it for bicep curls, which could easily enough alternate, and carring weights around is annoying. But a lot of the exercises I've just learned involve using two weights at once, and gallon milk jugs full of water aren't heavy enough and aren't ergonomic enough. So...
anyhow. I'm going now. If anyone knows how to find Hilary Fox, let me know!!!
