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Jul. 10th, 2014 10:44 pmThis has been a week of blah and frustration. By which I mean I have accomplished precisely... well, not nothing, but very little. And not for lack of trying.
I have been fighting my last two remaining squares on my first Cotton Candy Bingo card up, down, and sideways. I think at this point I have more deleted words (or shall we be kind and call them alternate scenes?) than actual correct words that are still part of the respective fics.
My parents visited briefly on Wednesday, mostly to drop off a bunch of donations for my church's garage sale. (Their church, my childhood church, downsized their own garage sale a while back for lack of people willing to run such a large and logistically complicated enterprise.) We had dinner at the Boatyard Grill. I got the calamari appetizer, which I nearly always do when it's a menu option, while Mom and Dad each had a house green salad. (They ate some of my squid and I ate some of their greens, which is not uncommon.) I ordered eggplant rollatini in arrabbiata sauce for a main course; Mom got chicken and vegetables in a sort of cream sauce on penne; and Dad got seafood fra diavolo in spicy arrabbiata sauce. It was all quite tasty. :-)
After dinner I took advantage of their car to pick up my new spare pair of glasses, so that's one thing I don't have to worry about anymore.
Tonight I cooked some fish -- I think tilapia? -- and steamed some green beans. I will have the second slice of fish and the other half of the beans tomorrow. I think I overcooked the beans a little. It's remarkable how easy it is to do that with steamed vegetables. Ah well, they were still perfectly edible, and the fish was delicious.
I am trying to get a haircut this weekend, since I'm a couple weeks overdue and it's getting really annoying as it flops into my face and does that stupid flippy thing on the back of my neck. I mean to do that last week, but the guy I usually go to is only in on Fridays and Saturdays, and for obvious reasons (holiday weekend, waiting for Time Warner to set up my internet) that didn't work out.
This coming Saturday, a bunch of former smoke shop employees are invited to a party at Boss Lady's house. I believe there will be a bonfire, complete with marshmallow-roasting. Melodrama, Sweetheart, and I are trying to negotiate a shared taxi ride there and back, but thus far nothing has been pinned down. (Well, we do know the payment method -- cash from the swear jar Boss Lady instituted for a couple months, coins we found behind the counters and under the magazine racks when closing up the store, and a gift a random customer left in the last days we were open -- but the timing and the pickup/dropoff locations are undecided.) I must remember to bring some Benadryl, since Boss Lady has cats. I expect we'll spend most of the time outside, but even so. (Hmm. I hope she has bug spray. Mosquitoes think I am delicious, much to my displeasure.)
I am still waiting to receive a snail mail package from Empire State College, which will give me the name and contact information of my assigned academic mentor. Then I get to discuss my plans with said mentor, and after that, I get to register for courses. This is all extremely tedious and hurry-up-and-wait. Which I guess is good training for what college is like in general, but still. It's frustrating. *sigh*
And that's pretty much everything. Just sort of plodding along, no real spark of excitement. Maybe next week will be more interesting.
I have been fighting my last two remaining squares on my first Cotton Candy Bingo card up, down, and sideways. I think at this point I have more deleted words (or shall we be kind and call them alternate scenes?) than actual correct words that are still part of the respective fics.
My parents visited briefly on Wednesday, mostly to drop off a bunch of donations for my church's garage sale. (Their church, my childhood church, downsized their own garage sale a while back for lack of people willing to run such a large and logistically complicated enterprise.) We had dinner at the Boatyard Grill. I got the calamari appetizer, which I nearly always do when it's a menu option, while Mom and Dad each had a house green salad. (They ate some of my squid and I ate some of their greens, which is not uncommon.) I ordered eggplant rollatini in arrabbiata sauce for a main course; Mom got chicken and vegetables in a sort of cream sauce on penne; and Dad got seafood fra diavolo in spicy arrabbiata sauce. It was all quite tasty. :-)
After dinner I took advantage of their car to pick up my new spare pair of glasses, so that's one thing I don't have to worry about anymore.
Tonight I cooked some fish -- I think tilapia? -- and steamed some green beans. I will have the second slice of fish and the other half of the beans tomorrow. I think I overcooked the beans a little. It's remarkable how easy it is to do that with steamed vegetables. Ah well, they were still perfectly edible, and the fish was delicious.
I am trying to get a haircut this weekend, since I'm a couple weeks overdue and it's getting really annoying as it flops into my face and does that stupid flippy thing on the back of my neck. I mean to do that last week, but the guy I usually go to is only in on Fridays and Saturdays, and for obvious reasons (holiday weekend, waiting for Time Warner to set up my internet) that didn't work out.
This coming Saturday, a bunch of former smoke shop employees are invited to a party at Boss Lady's house. I believe there will be a bonfire, complete with marshmallow-roasting. Melodrama, Sweetheart, and I are trying to negotiate a shared taxi ride there and back, but thus far nothing has been pinned down. (Well, we do know the payment method -- cash from the swear jar Boss Lady instituted for a couple months, coins we found behind the counters and under the magazine racks when closing up the store, and a gift a random customer left in the last days we were open -- but the timing and the pickup/dropoff locations are undecided.) I must remember to bring some Benadryl, since Boss Lady has cats. I expect we'll spend most of the time outside, but even so. (Hmm. I hope she has bug spray. Mosquitoes think I am delicious, much to my displeasure.)
I am still waiting to receive a snail mail package from Empire State College, which will give me the name and contact information of my assigned academic mentor. Then I get to discuss my plans with said mentor, and after that, I get to register for courses. This is all extremely tedious and hurry-up-and-wait. Which I guess is good training for what college is like in general, but still. It's frustrating. *sigh*
And that's pretty much everything. Just sort of plodding along, no real spark of excitement. Maybe next week will be more interesting.
