Seismic Twitch

I’ve sunk down a lot with my feelings about Dad dying. I’ve preferred quiet to talking. Boy and Bran went out to Shell Lake to be with friends today. I opted to stay at home. I didn’t feel up to being with people and welcomed the time in solitude.

I got most of my order from Panda Hall. They left out one of the spacer bead orders though. I contacted them that day, and of course, made a typo in the email. It should be straightened out soon, I hope. I didn’t pay much for them, but I’m missing out 2000 pieces of stuff I paid for.

Since the order arrival, and after I checked it, I started to experiment with what I could create. I’ve made several bracelets and some earrings. I’d make more earrings but I don’t have many earring backs (I use rubber backs) left. Getting more will have to wait for a bit. For the time being I’ve deleted my Esty inventory. I’ll let you know when I put anything up for sale there again.

One of the bracelets I made uses up some of the sandalwood beads from a necklace that Boy finally gave me. I love the scent of sandalwood and having a bracelet made of it pleases me no end. I’ll have to get a picture of it for you to see. I’ve not made another like it thus far.

The best part of the items I ordered is that they’re nickel free. Nickel is usually what people react to in metals. There’s no (or little) nickel in surgical steel and that’s what the earring hooks are made of. The eyepins, chain, bead caps and spacer beads I bought are all nickel free. That can be a selling point of my product. I haven’t found any nickel free wire though. I want some half-hard silver wire that is nickel free, but can’t find any.

Because I’m doing something with my hands, my mind needs to be occupied with other things. I’ve always found it difficult to do only one thing at a time, except for reading. I still prefer to have no noise or distraction when I’m reading. But I bead, do crosswords, crochet, knit, etc. to the television. This means that I’ve been watching movies again. Not new ones, that would be far to radical of me. I’d been watching Scooby Doo DVDs (8 of them), Scooby Doo the movie (the first one), The Avengers, Emperor’s New Groove, Kill Bill (Part 1 and Part 2), and now the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Tomorrow I’ll be watching more movies, I don’t know which ones, but I’ll be watching more.

One thing about LOTR I’ve been wondering about. The narrator says at the beginning that the elves are immortal folk. If this is the case, why is it that Arwen’s father is middle aged? Shouldn’t he appear to be in his 20s? I mean, sure, he doesn’t look like suffering from old age, but still, he has wrinkles and looks to be of about the right age to have a daughter the age Arwen is.

Dutchess hunted tonight. There was a rather large moth flying about the living room and she was in very close attendance to it. Alas, being an inside cat has caused her hunting skills to rust and she lost track of the prey as it flew toward my light. More to the point, it was my getting up to get out of the moth’s way (vicious things they are!) that caused her to lose the trail. Hopefully the moth won’t creep up and pounce on me when I’m least expecting it.

I got an email from my thesis supervisor yesterday. She wants to see what I’ve done. Of course, I’ve not done a damned thing since I saw her last. I asked her if I could take a year off the program. By the time a year is up I should be able to get back into doing stuff as I should. By that time Dad will probably have died and things will have settled out emotionally speaking. Either that or I’ll need to step away and not get my Masters degree. Regardless, I can’t do anything right now. It stretches my abilities to deal just going from one day to the next. Working is going to further stress that. It’s hard fighting the inertia I’m feeling. Adding stress to that isn’t going to help me any.

That’s about it for now.

Today is National Day of the Honey Bee. A friend and former co-worker has been working for about 18 months to get municipal, provincial and the federal governments to recognize May 29, 2010 as Day of the Honey Bee. There a very good reason for this. About 1/3 of the food we eat (including dairy and meat products) are on our tables as a result of the work that bees do. The reason this is important to know is that the honey bees are in grave danger of disappearing. Honey bees are dying off in a manner that is extremely disturbing to apiarists and farmers alike. The fruit and vegetables you eat are available to you, in large part, because of the tiny insect. We went to the Roxy Theatre to support my co-worker, donate some food to the Saskatoon Food Bank who have partnered up with my co-worker to promote the event. Unfortunately it wasn’t well attended, but it’s been terribly rainy here and that dampens anyone’s resolve to do much of anything outside of the house. We made it a multi-event.

After the presentation by a representative of the Saskatchewan Bee Keepers Association, there were two documentaries about bees. After that we had to leave to at least one time limited errand. Today was “take in the recycling” day. All the paper recycling and the refundable bottles and cans were previously loaded into the car (by a wet me and Boy)

Before we left home we were loading up the car with the various recycling we were taking in. Dutchess, being a kitty, being an indoor kitty who likes being outdoors, and being an indoor kitty who likes being outdoors but can only be outdoors on a leash in the company of a human to protect her, decided to run out of the open doors and get out to FREEDOM. She made it to the top of the steps (we have a sheltered front entrance) and then she stood in front of our neighbour’s door. She had a look that only a kitty who wants to run free but is stymied by rain can have. Poor thing. She was totally unhappy about the whole deal. I think she’s pouting on Boy’s bed (by sleeping). That’s because I’ve asked Boy to change his bed and she’s always in the place where she will be most likely to be disturbed.

When we left the theatre it was POURING! outside. Really! By the time I got to the car, which was parked about 100 meters from the theatre – and a short wait for the light to change to green – my pants were soaked to nearly the middle of my shins and I was feeling somewhat damp under my jacket. It was really pouring down.

After a short car ride we got to the SARCAN – where refundables are taken – the rain had moved to where they were and we were poured on again. This time as I tried to get the paper out of the bins while Boy and Bran took the refundables into the building. We got a little over $40. I wish we had a place we could take all our plastics as well. Things like plastic salad dressing containers, bleach and soap jugs, etc. have no place here to return to so they end up in the trash. We’d have to pay a recycling service to take it away for us and we can’t afford that. They city should set up a full recycling service. They’d take a whole lot trash out to the dump and get money from selling the plastic and glass.

While Bran was inside SARCAN I moved the car from in front of the paper bins to a parking spot. Boy and I tried phoning Bran to let him know that we had moved. We forgot how noisy it is in there. I felt kind of silly when I decided to go in and tell Bran because I couldn’t hear him talk. The din was pretty overwhelming.

After that it was off to Tim Horton’s to get some coffee and a sandwich and return the drink trays we’ve collected over the past while. They take them back and reuse them thus saving even the energy to recreate them from recycled material.

Now we’re home. We’re supposed to be doing housework. My chosen task is taking care of the dishes, but to be a-number-one honest, I don’t want to do dishes. I want to sit on my ass, on my netbook and read comics, maybe play some Runescape.

Ah well. Time to get some dishes soaking.

Ta-Ra

I was innocently working away last night when one of my co-workers called in and spoke to my other co-worker (who is technically my supervisor). Co-worker 1 couldn’t come in as she was ill. She works the graveyard shift. My other co-worker tried to find a weekend staff person to take the shift with no avail.

I told I’d work it. She’s a recent widow with young kids who are trying to get used to an entirely new routine. I’ve got a teenager who’s more than able to take care of himself. Bran brought me a 2 litre bottle of Pepsi Max and I was all set to work overnight.

There were advantages to doing this. First off, I wouldn’t have to work the 4 hour shift tonight. I’d also get a full 40 hours, and if I recall correctly, because I didn’t get an 8 hour break between my shifts, I might get some overtime out of this. Maybe. It doesn’t matter much. Happily it means that I get a 4 day weekend. Though technically I worked Friday and ended up sleeping the day mostly away.

I got the animals’ bedding changed during that shift. The chinchillas got a real treat after I was all done and they’d settled down again. I cut up a Red Delicious apple and popped it in their cage. About 2 minutes after the apple was put in they were happily munching on fresh, juicy fruit. The funny thing is how skittish they are. One of the chiches dropped a chunk of apple and it thunked on the lower level. All three of them freaked and ran as far away as they could. I guess that’s what happens when you’re a prey animal.

The hedgehogs pretty much ignored me. However, they too came out to the smell of fresh food in their dish. I discovered they’re not fans of dried corn. Their food contains things like kibble (whatever’s in that), dried banana chips, raisins and dried apricots as well as the dried kernels of corn. They eat everything but the corn.

The building janitor came and brought a mocha for the co-worker who was absent. So I got another shot of caffeine to keep me awake. It was quite yummy.

By the time the morning staff came on I was buzzing around like a fly on cocaine. I was also somewhat tired, despite the influx of stimulant. I was quite relieved to finish work. 18 hours in the same clothes gets a bit wearing.

Bran picked me up and brought me home. Boy was in the shower getting ready to go to school. Since I was making something for me to eat anyway, I made a bit more for him to have breakfast. We had sautéed potatoes (leftover baby potatoes fried in butter), scrambled eggs, and a sliced tomato each. It’s been a very long time since Boy had breakfast made for him on a weekday. He enjoyed it greatly.

Before Bran carted Boy off to school I headed to bed. I slept quite well until Bran got home and settled into bed with me. I was very happy with the ceiling fan and two other fans blowing on me the window open to the chilling air from outside and a light sheet covering me. Bran turned off the ceiling fan and covered up with a fleece blanket. I didn’t wake after that until about 5:30.

After supper we all went outside (this includes Dutchess). Bran wanted to put my fenders on my bike and move a bottle rack onto Boy’s bike. Thanks to my fenders, I should be able to ride in the rain and not end up with that notorious wet streak up my back. There’s also a front fender to keep my feet and body front dryer. Boy has a water bottle holder now.

While much of that was going on Dutchess and I walked about the house and explored the neighbourhood a little bit. We have a harness and leash for her that keeps her close and prevents her from getting away. Being D’clawd(ia), she doesn’t have the natural defences to fight back any aggressive dogs or other cats. It also keeps her from bolting away when she hears something startling. It came in handy when she heard a dog barking nearby and when she was later startled by something (as yet unknown). Though the second time she was trying to get out of her harness to get away. Bran brought her in.

Since then she’s been happily ensconced in her familiar territory of the house. In fact, after we got home from the bike ride I went into the bedroom to change and she didn’t budge from the bed…even when I head butted her and petted her. She appeared to not want to move at all. She also didn’t go near the front door when given the opportunity to when Bran and I went out later to get some treats.

Last Sunday Boy helped me get set up and playing Runescape, an MMORPG online. You can play for free or pay a small monthly fee to get the benefits of the entire game. Until I decide whether I’m going to be more than just a weekend hacker, I’m not going to pay for anything. It’ll be a good way of distracting myself while I wait for my beading supplies to arrive from China (aka Panda Hall).

Now it’s getting to be time when I contemplate the concept of going to bed again. Bran is in the bathroom getting ready to have a soak in the tub. Maybe I’ll watch some Dead Lime Me or play some Runescape on the computer for a while.

What have I been up to? Oddly enough, a fair bit. This is a long entry so get yourself a cup of tea. I’ll wait.

I got some seed beads to work on Bran’s handfast outfit thing I’m making for him. It’s like a priest’s stole but made of beads instead of embroidered cloth. I’m sure it’ll be quite a bit heavier too. Anyway, I picked up lovely red beads and some blue that are drop dead beautiful. It’ll all look really nice when I’m done.

Yesterday was a day of dishes and laundry. I got ALL the dishes done, the stove and counter tops all wiped off and thought about sweeping the floor. Yes, I thought about sweeping the floor. Alas, my back, after standing at the sink to do load after load of dishes, was in no fit shape to wield a broom. Some witch I am, right?

While I was doing that Bran and Boy were hip deep in laundry. Really, we hadn’t done all the laundry in a few weeks, just a couple 0h-I-Have-No-Shirts/Pants/Underwear loads that just did the necessities. It’s still not done yet, there are 3 more loads to go, but they made excellent progress in that. Not only did they do that, but I got the folding nearly done as well.

Boy also dried dishes and pumped up the bike tires. He was an enormous help to us. I just thought I’d put that out there as sometimes he feels under-/unappreciated. Without him the work would’ve taken much longer if it got completed at all.

Then today was an excellent workout. I did a full 20 minutes on the elliptical machine. I didn’t stop to drink water and when I drank I didn’t spill all over myself. I really have to get a bottle with a built in straw. It saves me the embarrassment of looking like a totally uncoordinated slob. I’m only a partially uncoordinated slob.

We also did work on our arms on the weights. I was in the Captain’s Chair and managed to get to 5 leg lifts before my shoulders gave out and I started drooping. We also did weight assisted chin ups (two different kinds) and dips. Then we worked on pecs on two machines and the other of my favourite machines but I don’t remember what it works.

Then it was home to shower (eventually I did) and get ready to go out for sushi with friends. It was wonderful connecting with them again. They’re both good people with good hearts and fabulous senses of humour.

My shower was satisfying. This past week I’ve been dealing with a bit of an emotional dip. Ok, so more than a dip. I tanked earlier in the week and I haven’t recovered from it yet. So my mood is low. So showering is something that fell somewhat by the wayside. It’s hard to be motivated to do anything and getting out of bed to get to work was a major accomplishment. Let’s just say that personal hygiene has been taking a hit.

Anyway, I did shower today. My legs are freshly shorn and moisturized. My hair is fly-away clean (as only curly hair can be) and I smell fresh. I’m hoping to hit the shower at least every second day as a part of trying to lift the mood. We’ll see how that works.

This week has been somewhat distressing as well because of a co-worker/friend’s circumstances. Anyone who has friended me on Facebook will have seen my status thingie about that. She and her hubby went to Edmonton where he could have heart surgery. He has a congenital heart defect and it needed some work. They spent twice as long in surgery as they planned (11 hours) then, because of bleeding and other complications, he had to go back into surgery the next day. He’s currently in critical condition on life support. Though he’s making small improvements there’s the spectre of him not making it. They’re a young couple with two young children. I’ve been sending Reiki left, right, and centre and hoping for the best. I hate it that there’s virtually nothing else I can do in terms of helping.

This added to the general lowness of my mood and had me in tears on Friday night. I don’t usually cry unless there’s some impetus, like a movie or someone hurting my feelings. Just sitting and being weepy isn’t something I normally do. It’s also not a good thing considering that I’m on anti-depressants. This leads me to think that perhaps my dosage needs to be elevated. However, I can’t do that without seeing a physician and my doctor scarpered (see previous post about that) so I don’t have a doctor right now.

Earlier tonight I was called in to work because the person who was to work the 8-12 shift didn’t show up. I got out of the house and was on the way when I got the call that she’d finally turned up. So instead Bran and I headed off the the drug store (pharmacy/apothecary/chemist’s) for cinnamon, antihistamine and junk for Boy and I. We also got a squirt container of liquid soap for the kitchen. The old soap squirt container we had was a long-ago Christmas present from Boy when he was in elementary school. It never did squirt right and recently wouldn’t squirt at all. Thanks to the antihistamines I’ll have less vertigo related nausea when I’m doing things like ab crunches and such. Gotta love being allergic to your pet.

Speaking of pets…Bran managed to do some grooming of her today (or was it yesterday?) and got a kitten. She’s also lost a little bit of body fat thanks to the food she’s been on the past while (older cat/indoor cat). This means that she can take care of her own “intimate” grooming. Of course she has to stop and do it while I’m walking behind her…on my way to the bathroom…first thing in the morning when my bladder is screaming to be emptied. Yeah, she’s such a cat.

When we were leaving to take me to do the work that I didn’t end up doing tonight, I was confused. Somewhere, thanks to the housework we did yesterday, I lost the entire day. I thought today was Saturday and I wasn’t going to work a 4 hour shift, but an entire 12 hour shift.

Oh, one thing about yesterday. I got a pair of ear buds to replace the ones that I lost the rubber thing to. These are Sony buds for sports. They have soft over-the-ear holders and are sound eliminators. They came with a hard case that makes it more difficult to lose bits. They should last a nice long time. They’re quite comfortable to wear and muffle outside noise nicely. Since I won’t be wearing them for outside exercise they’re be quite useful.

I also figured out a way to go on the jogging outings with my gym partner. You see, because of sciatica I can’t jog. It’s what makes standing still for long periods of time painful (remember how dishes made my back blow out? That’s why). The compression of the disc onto the sciatic nerve is the reason jogging (which would cause further compression) isn’t a good idea. However, I have roller blades. So long as I manage to move forward and not land on my butt, I can go along while he runs. He also has a pair of blades so we could zoom along together. Cool, right?

That’s about it. Now I have to label this entry. It’s going to be a long list. Try and pick out the one thing in the labels that I didn’t mention in the entry.

…in the style of a kitty of course. Forgive the graininess. I didn’t want to use the flash and disturb her.

Just like in November…

Let me see, when we last left our heroine (moi) it was a few days ago. Since then I’ve worked, found out I start the full time position on August 31, will work some or all of a shift on Monday next for a co-worker who needs to be away for an appointment, work my final weekend this weekend, and so on.

My thesis supervisor’s 15 year old daughter died. Today was her memorial service. I should have gone to it. It would have been politic to go. However, I’m not good at things like that. I was awake until 6 am (later if you count the time it took me to fall asleep while I was in bed) and the memorial started at 1 and went to 4. Yeah, I suck.

We will be moving, we just have to save for it. We’re going to hire people to move us. We’ll pack but having people to move the heavy stuff will keep us from having to rely on non-existent friends. It will save our backs a whole world of pain.

Boy is getting a kitty hug. She really does love the Boy.

Sometime soon I want to get some pretty bento boxes for my lunch. I see them on Mush’s Flikr a lot and they’re so cute and practical…I think. Plus they’re containers. I <3 containers with a passion rivalled only by my passion for beads (and believe me, that's passionate because beads can go in containers).

Here I sit, covered in a blanket, wearing sweats and a sweat shirt and it’s 15C outside. I don’t know why I’m cold, but I am. I don’t want the ceiling fan turned off though. I like having cool air to breathe even if my body is insisting that it be covered up and cozy. Boy thinks that the apocalypse has come because I’m feeling cold. Perhaps he’s right.

Once I get to full time the first thing that we’re saving for is a move out of our neighbourhood. I do like our place, but there are a few things that are wrong with the place. First, we can’t leave anything outside if it’s not nailed down or chained up to a solid metal pole. It gets stolen otherwise. Second, in a three block radius there are two families of residents and one who is on the reporting centre program. That is not good considering my position at work consists of making sure that they follow the requirements of their parole and not doing so requires me to call them in and have arrest warrants issued for them. Yeah, not good. So we will be searching for something affordable out of our area.

I slept in today. Actually I ripped the back off that concept and didn’t get up until Boy got me up at 5 pm. I spent until the wee wee hours of today watching Midsommer Murders and doing crosswords. I really shouldn’t do that. It screws up any concept of having a regular sleep pattern.

Did I mention that I finally got a hug from Dutchess? I did!! It was the weirdest feeling, but oh, so very neat! After Boy and Bran getting hugs from her on a regular basis, I finally got one.

I think that’s my life right now. There’s really nothing exciting going on at the moment…I mean other than having to revoke someone who lives only a block away from my house. Oy!

I tweeted a whole lot yesterday. I was counting down the hours of a 12 hour shift. I was freaking tired. Because Friday was spent mostly in bed (as testifies by the lol of the last entry) I got too much sleep to settle in on Friday night. That meant I got only about 2 hours sleep before having to be up and awake for Saturday’s shift.

Then I get home on Saturday at about 8:30 pm (2030 for those on the 24 hour clock) and I’m in bed by 9. I knew going to bed that early was a risk, but I was so very tired. I slept until about 1:15. Yeah, awake in the early morning having had a lovely nap meant that I wasn’t going to be able to settle back in for more sleep. I did eventually but it was about 1/2 hour near to 7 am or so.

This meant that Sunday’s shift was a nightmare of trying to stay awake for the 12 hours of my shift, be aware of what’s going on during the day while there’s nothing (and I mean nothing) going on. By the time 8 pm came around I was nigh on dropping on my feet. I went to bed immediately upon getting home, about 8:10 pm. I knew I was taking a chance, afterall, just the night before I ended up being wide awake after only a few hours of sleep. I was willing to accept that if it meant I’d not feel like I was. I did wake up around 1, but after going to the bathroom I went back to bed and fell asleep again. I woke up again at 7 am and decided that I was hungry and needed to eat.

So I got up and ate some of the leftover food I didn’t eat on the weekend. I read comics, I caught up on blogs I didn’t read last night and then at about 10 am or so I went back to bed. Bran woke me about an hour ago. Yay! I don’t feel tired anymore!

I got to have Dutchess make a kitty loaf on my chest as I petted her. Then she decided that the chest hair was softer on Bran and she went over to him. But she didn’t just walk over. She made sure that her delicate feet didn’t touch the lava that is the bed. She stepped across using my arm as a bridge. She was back shortly after because Bran was a bit too enthusiastic in his petting of her. She settled down on my chest with her tail toward my face, swiping across my nose. She is so thoroughly a kitty sometimes.

Work was dead quiet this weekend. We’re low on numbers so when a few go out the place is empty. Though I didn’t have a time when the Centre was bereft of people (one didn’t go out at all during the day), when they were in their rooms nothing was going on. On both days I did room and building checks more frequently just to keep awake.

That’s what a working weekend is like for me. Work, sleep. There’s nothing exciting about it. I should be thankful. Really, I should be. My first weekend shift working alone, a graveyard shift, there was a stabbing in the alley behind the building. A young woman was stabbed by either her boyfriend or pimp. One of the guys ran down from the deck and carried her into the building. It was an exciting time all around which involved basic first aid (the knife broke and the blade was embedded in her thigh and she had a small stab wound in her shin), and keeping the gents calm and out of the way. I also had to convince the gents who were on the deck and saw things to get over their dislike of cops to talk to them. I’m still quite proud of all the people there at the time.

Why? Well, in prison something like this could have set off a whole lot of overreaction. That didn’t happen. Sure there was much excitement and animation, but it was not out of control. For the most part they stayed out of the way and the guys who needed to talk to the cops were actually helpful. You could tell they didn’t like it though. An interesting side effect was that I got a two man escort to the trash bin out back (where the stabbing took place) when I took out the bloody trash. They were wanting to protect me. Yeah, a man who murdered his roommate and another who raped his ex-girlfriend were convinced that they needed to keep me safe on the quick trip to the bin. I felt ok about it. Afterall, they were sober when they were with me. They weren’t when they committed their crimes.

It’s like I’ve always said, sober, most of the people at work are really nice and good people. Put them on some mind altering substance and it’s a whole different story. It’s the same for everyone. Who is the same person sober as they are when they’re drunk or stoned? Who hasn’t become hypersensitive when they’ve got a few beer in them? Yeah. Exactly. The difference between the people who reside at work and those who don’t is a very small one. Always keep that in mind when you think about most people who are in prison.

Ok, I’m off my soap box. I’m going to see what there is for me to nosh on. I’m hungry again (7 hours after my last nosh known as breakfast).

So yeah, I should be thankful for the quiet weekend at work.

I’ve been doing not a whole lot the past while. Mostly I’ve been reading online comics and generally entertaining my mind in ways that are the least demanding. Yesterday, though was somewhat different. Yesterday was dim sum at the Genesis Family Restaurant. It’s the best place for dum sum in town. We got a lot more to take home as a sort of supper for all of us as well. If we’d been able to afford it I would have had each of us take home whatever we wanted for supper rather than having to divvy up and share (but only because I’m greedy and don’t like to share). Then it was off to the first of the Pride week festivities, the family day in the park. It’s the first time we were able to get there (whether because of my own issues or that of Bran).

We took Dutchess with us. She was the hit of the time we were there. She did very well in the car there and on the way home. We took a bit of a detour on the way home to look at a house. It was quite attractive, though the wood outside needed some work.

I decided to try out a soy pudding, chocolate. The brand is Belsoy and it’s actually pretty good. The texture is closer to a gelatin rather than a pudding, but the flavour is pretty nice.

I’m still not back at school yet. I was going to go in today, but I went to bed really early last night and then woke up at midnight. I was ready to be awake then and by the time I was to get ready for school I was ready to go back to bed. So that’s exactly what I did until I had to get up and get ready for work.

When I got up my hair was a horrid mess! I’d showered at about 4 am and my hair had gone all into ringlets. It was still somewhat damp when I went to bed and when I woke up I bore a strong resemblance to Medusa. I’m pretty sure that’s how she looked…just like I did this afternoon.

Bran got me an external DVD/CD drive for my computer. It’s a lovely Asus drive that has a nice little stand that helps it stay mostly out of the way. Now I can do any of the program loading that I might need to do and watch DVDs without having them ripped and copied to my computer. It’ll save an enormous amount of space.

I made a discovery today. For anyone who buys one of those lovely Camelbak bottles, don’t put carbonated drinks in them. You see, when the pressure builds up (and believe me, if the bottle moves at all, the pressure willbuild up), the beverage will squirt through the top and get lots of stuff wet. Just thought it would be nice for me to serve as an object lesson to the rest of you out there. Don’t do that. Only put carbonated beverages in containers that seal properly and don’t allow for an avenue of escape. Given the opportunity it will escape. The good thing for me was that my drink was sugar free, so nothing was sticky. Other than some quantity of my Coke Zero, I lost nothing other than my dignity.

That’s about it. I’ve not been doing a whole lot other than working and allowing my brain to atrophy and enjoying my new little precious computer that weighs only 3 pounds and can be carried in a teeny little back pack.

Ta-Ra

Since we don’t think the computer was never registered the warranty is nonexistent. We can have the store we bought it at fix it though. For now it’s quiet. Bran opened up the beastie and put a little lube in. it’s quieter than it was but I still have to whack it (like kicking an old tv, only not quite as vehement) to get the fan to be quieter). It’s way better than the jet engine that was on the go before.

Not a whole lot has happened since I last posted. I’ve started making jewelry again. My objective is to get photos taken this week and edit them to get the stuff for sale soon. I know I’ve been saying that for some time, but I want to get things going. The major drag right now is ensuring I have money to ship things. I want to make sure that people get their stuff sooner rather than later.

I made an awesome pasta sauce last night. Tons of onion, a full head of garlic, 4 large tins of diced tomato, spices galore, a ton of mushrooms and 4 green peppers and soy burger all merged together to make a very tasty vegan sauce.

My knees hurt. I’m still working alone because a co-worker is away. I’m rather pleased though. Tonight I went all the way to the 3rd floor and didn’t get winded. I guess that’s a good thing.

Dutchess if having a kitty fit, well, a mini-fit at any rate. The DVD recorder is recording a Midsomer Murders episode that I don’t have. The oven is heating up for me to bake a Dr. Ortker’s (at least that’s how I think it’s spelled) three cheese pizza. My favourite snack. I’ve also decided to take another week off of school. If I get to feeling guilty I have a few books here to read if needs must.

Darn. The computer’s noisy again. Sucks to be me.