On top of everything else today (and let’s not get into what my workday was like), the washing machine seems to have completely given up the ghost. Of course I discovered this after my clothes were fully immersed in cold soapy water. All I can do now is wait for the rinse and spin cycles… if they run at all… so I can try to salvage this mess.
Can it be Friday yet?
This morning on the MAX train to work I met a man with his own page on Wikipedia, former coworker Clyde Lewis. Talking with him was an interesting experience, reminding me greatly of hallway conversations at my previous place of employment. It’s rather surreal to think now about the life I was forced to leave behind early last year. My life is dramatically different now but I maintain a strong emotional connection with “the biz.” (I still grouse at the radio if it happens to be on in the car and someone botches a break or makes an ass of themselves, for instance. I also never fail to look for the Stonehenge tower south of the downtown Portland skyline.)
Clyde’s not on the air right now, but he’s working on remedying that situation. I wish him all the best in that endeavour.
Home again, home again.
Kyla and I spent most of the last seven days housesitting for The Imperial Princess of Cute while she and her man went down to play around at amusement parks or some-such. We tended kitties, occasionally fed a very small fish, played on the Gamecube and read books. Now I’m home, and I get to sleep in my own bed again. Bliss!
More to come, as I find out how true it is that “a change is as good as a rest.”
My day so far can be summed up by one delightful scene at the Starbucks near my place of employment:
“What can I get started for you, ma’am?”
C’mon, dude. I’m standing ten feet away at the most. Sure, I’m rocking my totally awesome scarf, but I’m also sporting reasonably short hair and a big black trenchcoat. Do I really look all that feminine?
Of course the gods decreed that this moment of joy should take place in a store chock full of patrons, for maximum embarrassment value. Spiffy. Can I go home now?
Tell you what.
I’ll pretend that I filled the last couple of weeks with post after post about how tired and out-of-sorts I’ve been, and you’ll pretend to have read those posts, with or without the requisite rolling of the eyes or the deep sigh of boredom and/or frustration.
This past weekend we moved a bunch more of Kyla’s stuff from her old home to her new home. We also picked up a new television for her, mainly so there’s something to watch DVDs and play video games on. The highlight of the previous weekend was taking the kids to see “TMNT,” which was a better movie than I expected. (No, seriously. It’s good. While it’s not grand or epic, it’s still a solidly entertaining little film. If it doesn’t do well in DVD sales I’ll be terribly disappointed.)
I haven’t been completely idle on the writing front, though. Consider how much time I put in over the last two months to get the new anime forum, A.E.I.O.U., up to speed!
Now let’s see if I can strike a balance so that I’m not letting this poor journal gather dust so often…
Considering my rather upset tummy yesterday, I figured that I’d try to eat a relatively mild lunch today. My first thought was to head over and grab a bagel at Starbucks, but as I walked that direction it occurred to me that I could instead swing by Pizza Schmizza for some breadsticks.
Denied. The line at Schmizza was almost out the door. I went back to my original plan of a bagel and cup of cocoa.
Denied. The Starbucks nearest to my workplace doesn’t sell bagels, and the pastries weren’t at all what I had in mind… and probably not a wise choice all things considered. I decided to hit the deli at Albertson’s for a fresh sandwich.
Denied. After waiting several minutes for anybody at all to come see if any customers needed help and then being told that it would be eight to ten minutes before I could get a simple cold-cuts sandwich, I gave up and went in search of the bakery.
Success! Some twenty minutes after leaving the office, I returned with two fresh bagels, some cream cheese spread and a small carton of chocolate milk.
So far, so good… my body is behaving itself. Let’s hope that remains the case, shall we?
