I’m currently installing the Beta version of MS Office 2007. I’m interested to see the improvements. I’m maybe not enough of a power user, but I haven’t really been so impressed with the differences between the last few versions, so chances are when beta is over I won’t be dishing out the money to upgrade.
Making The Little Red Haired Girl’s chicken stir fry lunch this morning a little piece of chicken escaped from the pan. As the saying goes, it jumped out of the pan and right into the fire. Well, the big red circle of electric hotness, anyway. It sat there under the pan for a while before I figured out it had happened. And of course I had to let the chicken residue continue to cook, since it was too hot to wipe. Now the whole house stinks like burnt chicken. Argh.
I find the need to eat a total nuisance. Which is strange, I guess, considering my appreciation for good food and for cooking. But when I’m by myself and I’m doing things, it just gets in my way. I’m having a garden burger for breakfast this morning because I can just throw it in the microwave. Plus I can’t be bothered to find something that makes more sense.
yes, for the second time since living here (less than a year), a closet has collapsed. luckily we removed the two bottles of expensive wine from the bottom of that closet about two weeks ago. I can’t wait to move out of this cheaply spackled together house. Then we’ll have no one to blame but ourselves when things fall apart.
I think I must be somewhat properly hydrated lately. I’ve been drinking a lot more water than anything else because of the heat and all the sweating that happens while I sit at my computer. Plus, I had to pee at 4am this morning.
I rarely have to get up in the middle of the night to pee. I don’t really like it. First there is the initial feeling of having to pee, which always manifests itself in my dream somehow. Then whatever I’m dreaming triggers this paranoia I have, based on my older brother’s claim* that if you pee in your dream, you’ve peed in your bed. Then part of my mind wakes up in a panic, not wanting to pee in my dream. It then proceeds to debate with itself whether or not I can hold it until I get up in the morning. It goes something like this:
I don’t want to get up
Well, if you don’t get up you might pee in your dream, and you know what that means
But if I get up I won’t be able to fall back asleep
You’ll have to get up earlier than usual anyway cause you’ll have to pee. You might as well get it over with now so that you have a longer chunk of time to sleep post-pee.
Sometimes that last argument wins over, as it did at 4am this morning. When it does, I tend to get out of bed as quietly as possible, as much to prevent waking up The Little Red Haired Girl as myself. Then, trying to keep my eyes as closed as possible, I pee in the dark, wash my hands with room temperature water, then get back in bed. That’s my version of tricking myself into thinking I’m still asleep. Of course at that point I’m so stressed out about not being able to fall back asleep that I lie awake for what seems like an eternity but is really probably only a few seconds. I wonder if I could get better at peeing in the middle of the night somehow.
*This isn’t a standard in his set of everyday claims, by the way. This was a claim made many years ago, after I’d wet the bed and told him about a dream I had about peeing egg yolks into a public bathroom sink. Thank me for sharing.
My mother has officially emailed me about thirty times with the same question. At first I answered it. Then I tried reminding her that she’s already asked and I’ve already answered. Then I tried not responding, figuring if she can’t remember when I do answer the question, maybe she won’t remember when I don’t either. But I just got yelled at. So now I just answer it over and over.
The Little Red Haired Girl took the Nightcrawler Bus for the Third Thursday Art Gallery Crawl last night. It was a lot of fun, since we haven’t really been around to any of the galleries yet. Everywhere we stopped had some snacks and wine for us, and we stayed for about 20 minutes at each stop. There were great exhibits at all the galleries, and some shopping opportunities as well. The bus was full of friendly and enthusiastic people, including host Cathey Stamps. The Little Red Haired Girl and I made casual conversation with some others, but didn’t really meet anyone. Maybe next time I will be more sociable. There will certainly be a next time.
I’m told I should thank the sponsors of the event, so thanks to:
Beyond the Edge
Simply Star Design
Jive! Digital Print Factory
Sadie b. Tabletop and Gifts
Batter’d & Fried Boston Seafood House
Traveling is exhausting. Then getting home is no better, what with unpacking and paying bills and catching up on whatever else has been missed. We’ve been home a day now, and I’m still feeling oddly displaced and overwhelmed by little chores that need to be done. And we weren’t even away that long. Maybe I’m just melodramatic. Just like The Little Red Haired Girl was yesterday afternoon, when she didn’t feel like going to her class.
