I am totally in the grip of eve-of-trip, last-minute list-making. I’m convinced I was supposed to do something today that I haven’t done or look something up that I can’t remember. I did remember to arrange a cab to pick me up tomorrow morning, something I had forgotten until about half an hour ago. What other things like that are lurking unremembered in my brain? I haven’t packed, but I know what I’m packing, so that’s not it. Of the things I can think of, the hardest thing I have to do tonight is pick what book to read next, since I’ll probably finish my current one on the flight. And that’s hardly hard. Hardly hard hard. *giggle*
I had a very productive day, both at work and at home. My to-do list for this trip feels manageable again. I finished updating the, ahem, paperwork for the thing next week, registered for that thing, did lots of laundry, and….well, that’s all I did when I got home. Oh, and I picked up all the stuff that’s been collecting under my window in the bedroom. Lots of random stuff. Wow, this is boring. Sorry, but that’s all I’ve got right now. I should quit before this gets worse.
I’m having a hard time concentrating this week. Work, that thing for next week, reading…can’t concentrate on it. I get like this whenever I’m about to travel somewhere. I’m mentally ready to go several days in advance, so I find it hard to focus on anything not related the trip. I find myself mentally packing. Today, I was trying to figure out just how light I could pack to make my run through the Atlanta airport as easy as possible. (I have a 38-minute layover in Atlanta Friday morning, and my flight out of there is two terminals away from where I’ll land. I’m packing carry-on luggage only ’cause I don’t think anything I check will make the connection. Which explains why I’m obsessing a little over what I’m going to pack. And that’s just a bit ridiculous since I’m only going for a long weekend. What’s to pack? Get out of parentheses, please.) I still have two days of work to get through. Feels like forever.
Speaking of forever, that’s about how long I spent at the DMV today. I remembered over the weekend that my license expired on my birthday. I planned to go to the DMV yesterday, but the one near the office was closed because of the snow, so I went this afternoon. The website lists wait times for nearby locations, and the one I was going to said the wait time was about 25 minutes. They LIED. I waited about 5 minutes in the information line to tell them why I was there and get my number. Then I sat down with my book. An hour later (not 25 minutes or anything close), they called my number. Ten minutes at the counter, and then I sat down to wait for them to call my name for the new picture. Maybe another ten minutes, took the picture, and then another ten or so before my license was ready. Despite the annoyance of having to wait that long, I think I enjoyed that part of my day more than any other part until I got home from work. I had about an hour and a half of uninterrupted time to read my book! During the work day! So that was pretty cool. Yay DMV! I bet they never hear that.
So we got more than 4 inches of snow last night. It’s March. It should not be snowing in March. Not here. School was out, of course, but the federal government didn’t shut down, so we had work as usual. It just took us a little longer to get there. John’s class got canceled, though. It’s a little ridiculous that his evening class was canceled. I mean, the morning classes, sure, but by early afternoon, all the roads were clear.
I don’t really have anything to say today. I could complain about our DVR (we recorded Friday’s episode of Battlestar Galactica, but for some reason it won’t play), but I don’t really feel like it. I don’t really feel like complaining at all, actually. Surprising. 🙂 I’m just tired. Today felt stressful, even though there wasn’t anything stressful about it. I felt rushed this morning because I was supposed to be at work in time for a 10am conference call. I called in from the car (we didn’t get to work until about 10:15), and the people from the Department never showed up, so that call ended quickly. Our boss understood our tardiness (the roads were mostly a mess and everyone was driving REALLY slowly even where the roads were clear), so that wasn’t a cause for stress. And then the day dragged on forever.
That sounded like complaining.
I had a successful shopping trip today. It’s a shame I wasn’t in the mood for it. I don’t think I’m your typical girl when it comes to shopping. At least, not the stereotype. Shopping doesn’t brighten my day. And even when I’m buying stuff for myself, even when I’m thin enough that everything fits (so shopping isn’t a depressing exercise), I still have to be in the mood. I had to shop today because I need a suit. I’ll need it a week from Tuesday, and since I’ll be out of town next weekend, this weekend was it. Had to buy it today. It wasn’t a bad experience. The mall wasn’t mobbed or anything. I just got tired of looking, finding a fitting room, trying things on, and then repeating the whole thing with the next outfit and the next store. Today, I didn’t have the patience. The worst part was that the suit was the first thing I needed to get. So after the fourth store (where I finally bought a suit), I still had to go to two more places to finish my errands. I just wanted to go home. But I got a lot done (and I got a haircut!), so I don’t have to worry about anything before I leave on my trip. That was the big reason for getting everything done this weekend. And with that goal in mind, it was a successful day.
Now I’m home, waiting for the snow. (We’re supposed to get 4-6 inches tonight!) We just ordered a pizza, and John said he’ll come downstairs soon (he’s playing his guitar and messing around with data on various hard drives) and build me a fire. 🙂 He stayed up until after 1am last night working on that quiz (I went to bed before 10), and then spent another couple of hours on it this morning. It’s done now, so it’s time for everyone to relax. I’m so glad.
John has a quiz due in his Theory of Algorithms class Monday night. He’s felt close to the answer all day today. We’ve been trying to figure out the very last step for the last three-ish hours. My brain hurts from trying to help John. I’m so glad I will never have to take Theory of Algorithms. I don’t want to be a computer programmer!
The rest of the day was spent at brunch with Erik and then at Tysons, buying me a wonderful new laptop bag/tote. It’s red leather, and it’s perfect. 🙂 I love it. (This was part of my birthday present.) Oh, and I’m supposed to mention here that Roxy had a seizure this morning. (It’ll help me track when she has seizures if I tag the blog entry that mentions it.) I think she’s been having them a little more often that once a month, which may mean she needs her medication updated.
I am really tired. I have a lot to do tomorrow, so if John’s quiz allows, I’ll be heading to bed relatively early tonight.
Tonight was the first meeting of our neighborhood book club. There were about 12 people there. Eleven were women. And there were five or six people who couldn’t make this meeting, but were interested. Big club. We decided on a book pretty much by default. Barbara, the woman who organized this, reserved a book kit from the library, so since we already had enough copies of the kit that came in, we’re going to read The Samurai’s Garden by Gail Tsukiyama. It looks pretty good. We’re only meeting once a month, so I’ll probably put off reading it until we get a lot closer to the next meeting. Anyway, we all introduced ourselves, then we made the book and weekly meeting decisions (first Tuesday of the month), and that was pretty much it except for the chatting. I met Diana, who was sitting next to me and likes to read all kinds of things, including fantasy. She has a 25-year-old son who bought World of Warcraft for her a year ago. She’s addicted to it now, which strikes me as pretty funny. Anyway, we chatted for a while and then helped Barbara pack up the snacks, since everyone started to leave.
The verdict? That’ll have to wait until after our first discussion meeting or two. Also, I’m the youngest person there by 5-8 years, I think. Not really surprising, I guess.
I’m not going to say it was easy to get out of bed this morning, but once I got outside, I was happy to be up and moving. It was sunny, 52 degrees, a little windy – perfect for running. It just felt so good to be outside and active. Not too hot, not even remotely cold. The wind even showed up at the right times to cool me off. I wish every morning could be like today. Happy Friday!
I’m moving into Joe’s old office tomorrow. I don’t mind moving, but the only perk is that I’ll have a window. That office shares a (very thin) wall with our boss’s office, and you can hear everything from the other side. It’s not really a big deal, except that for the last year or so, everyone has been coming to my office to vent. It was safe because I was as far from our boss’s office as you could get and still be in the same part of the building. On the other hand, I get a window. 🙂
I needed to share this with everyone because it is the cutest thing ever. This is my birthday message from Gaby (with help from Corey). 30-is-too-big
There are a couple of things I forgot to mention about the weekend. On Sunday, John and I had a late lunch/early dinner at Woo Lae Oak in Tysons Corner. Korean barbecue. I love it. And I don’t understand why there aren’t any Korean restaurants near us. Tysons isn’t exactly around the corner. I think the Pentagon City Woo Lae Oak is still my favorite, but that might be because I’ve been there more times. I definitely liked this one better than the one in LA (too loud, too echo-y, couldn’t hear anyone). And the food was super good.
The other thing is Amish Friendship bread. Christina baked a loaf for me for my birthday. This stuff is delicious. It should be illegal. It’s moist, sugary, covered in cinnamon, and I think Christina said it had vanilla pudding in it. Unbelievable. Apparently, somebody gives you the dough and a loaf, and you add to the dough and make more of your own. But adding to the dough makes a bunch more that you are supposed to pass on to your friends. And it takes ten days to make. So Christina, wonderful friend that she is, spared me the chain letter aspect of this whole thing and gave me delicious bread. I appreciate that.
John made me a delicious cake yesterday. Butter cake with milk chocolate frosting. SOOOOO good. This is a huge test of my willpower. I’m not even trying to stay away from it. I’m trying not to eat the whole thing right now. 🙂
Work was uneventful, unless it’s noteworthy that I feel like I actually did something useful today. I completely missed the Oscars last night. I thought about it sometime Saturday, and the awards show didn’t cross my mind again until I saw some tidbits after checking my Yahoo mail this morning. Sounds like I didn’t miss much.
My book is calling out to me. See ya.
It’s Sunday morning. John and I are trying to plan our day so that we can do the things that need to get done and still have time to enjoy the day before we start wishing we didn’t have to go to work tomorrow. He’s looking at his homework, and I’m enjoying the contrast between my bright and sunny yellow flowers and vase (a birthday present from John’s family) and the snow falling outside the window behind them.
Friday night, we met Joe and Megan, Lloyd and Maggie, and Eric and Robin at Constitution Hall in DC to see Buddy Guy and B.B. King. It was a really cool show. Buddy Guy has SO much energy. The crowd was completely with him (people were yelling, singing along) and he was doing all kinds of cool things. He’d play guitar solos with just his right hand. With his left hand, he’d lean on a speaker, or drink beer, or just gesture to someone. It was cool. Then he left the stage. During a song. With his guitar. He headed to the side and before we knew it, he had waded out into the crowd on the floor. While playing. Everyone was on their feet, crowding around him. You could barely make him out, but you could hear him just fine. So he wandered around the hall for a while, hanging out with people, hugging them, giving them high fives, and PLAYING the whole time. Then he disappeared. He was still playing, the band was still going, but he was in the lobby? backstage? whatever. He was heading back to the stage, where he eventually reappeared. Every once in a while, he’d stop the band, say something funny, and then go back to a song. And he’d talk over the band and himself. He was really funny, and if we go too loud, he’d tell us to shush. You know, so we could hear him better. 🙂 He had more energy than we did (long day), and he’s 73! He doesn’t look it. He ended his set by playing parts of (and imitating) Clapton songs, John Lee Hooker, Hendrix, Albert King, and a couple of others. It was a great show.
After intermission, B.B. King’s band came out. There were at least 8 people on stage, but no B.B. Four guys in the horn section, a guitarist, a drummer, a guy on keyboards (he had at least four keyboards), and a bassist. They played two songs while the rest of us are trying to figure out where B.B. King was. Finally, someone brought out a chair and out he came. The crowd went nuts. And then he proceeded to tell us stories. Long, rambling, mostly nonsensical stories. The band vamped behind him, and he occasionally interrupted himself to tell the drummer, “Don’t rush me, youngster.” The keyboardist would laugh at something he said, and B.B. would say over his shoulder, “I’ll cut you. Don’t you laugh, I’ll cut you.” It was funny and good-natured, but we didn’t have a clue what his stories were supposed to be about. I think they were supposed to be segues into the first line of the next song, but they rarely made sense. It was still entertaining, but we think he talked more than he played. When he did play, it was awesome, and his voice is incredible, powerful, but he’s 83 and it’s starting to show, I think. Most of us had more fun with Buddy Guy.
Last night we went to the Barns at Wolf Trap with Christina and Will to see the Second City National Touring Company. There were six cast members, and they did sketch comedy and improv. I love that stuff, and they were really funny. I’m not going to try to describe any of the sketches, but there are at least two I’m still laughing about today. We had a good time, and I’ve had a good birthday weekend. 🙂
Here’s the last two days, boiled down. I’ll get into the details tomorrow. Buddy Guy was amazing, BB King was old (awesome, but old), and the Second City National Touring Company was hilarious.
So I’m 30 today. I don’t feel old, but I feel like I am old. You know, officially. Okay, not old, but adult. Like all the time.
Anyway, John and I are off to DC to see B.B. King and Buddy Guy in concert. Woo! With Joe, Megan, Maggie, Lloyd, and a couple of other people. We are going to have a marvelous time. 🙂
Happy birthday to me!
I’ve always been a procrastinator. I don’t know anyone who isn’t, at least to some extent. But it can be a problem at work. I only put off projects I’m not interested in. (Duh.) So how do I fix this? I can’t avoid all projects I’m not enthusiastic about. Maybe I just need to set much shorter deadlines. Less time to put the project off. Hmm. I think I’ll try that one out next time. Too late for this one. The deadline is tomorrow. End of the day. The thing is, I’m turning in a draft and it won’t take me very long to do it. I could have done this yesterday. No, I was busy with other work yesterday. Well, I could have finished it today.
Enough whining about this. It’ll get done tomorrow. 🙂
I went through my bookshelves today and made a list of my favorite books. It’s a little long. I’m working on different ways of organizing them. I ranked them, sort of. I put them in three groups, anyway, based on how much I love them, but I didn’t rank within the groups. I might group them by how long they’ve been my favorites. Should newer books get a lower ranking because I haven’t read them a million times? Should Anne McCaffrey books be ranked higher because I’ve loved them since i was 9 or 10? And Anne of Green Gables? And Pride and Prejudice? Anyway, I’m obsessing a little over this, but it was a fun way to spend the couple of hours I was home before John got back from class.
What to say about today….it’s weird that it’s Tuesday. I haven’t been to work since last Thursday. No dogs had seizures last night (at least not in our house), so we were able to sleep in this morning. Went for a run, had some breakfast. John went to Sears and, since he was out of the house anyway, bought my birthday present. (I think. And I hope not from Sears. 🙂 Actually, that depends…) I went to the grocery store (oh so exciting) and made brisket and banana bread. Last days of vacations are hard. I kind of feel like I wasted it. On the other hand, it was nice not to be at work, and maybe that’s enough. John had to study today, so I didn’t really get to spend much time with him. (He has a test tomorrow in his AI class.)
We’re considering switching our living room and family room. You know, move the TV and couch into the front room, and move the piano and all of the books into the room with the fireplace. The (current) family room has more wall space to line with bookshelves (which we need more of anyway, of course), and we don’t really use the fireplace while we watch TV. We hardly use the fireplace at all. And we can’t see the TV from the kitchen the way it is, so that shouldn’t really be an issue. Actually, if we put the TV on the wall where the piano is now, we’d be able to see something from the kitchen. This is more thought than we’ve actually put into this possible switch so far. I think I need to draw the possible combinations of rooms to scale somewhere. I’m not doing it very well in my head.
I’ve decided I really like Billy Crudup. We watched Almost Famous before John left for his lesson tonight. I like him in that movie, I liked him in Big Fish, and I liked him in Without Limits (that’s the Prefontaine movie). I’m not sure if I’ve seen him in anything else…a couple of minutes with IMDB and I know I’ve seen him in Everyone Says I Love You, but I don’t remember him. And I haven’t seen anything else of his. But I still like him.
Yesterday, I got to spend the entire day hanging out with Jess. We ran a wedding errand (I love weddings and wedding errands), found out that most of Easton is closed on Sunday afternoons (in the winter, at least), and camped out at Panera for a few hours. It was dark before we knew it, and even though I didn’t mean to stay late, I did. Can’t be helped. 🙂 Next time, I’ll make sure I have an audiobook for the drive.
I have had the laziest day. Not in terms of sleep, though. I got back last night a little before eleven, and I was probably asleep by midnight, but I was up shortly after seven this morning to watch over Roxy while she had a seizure. Really, what do I do? I mean, there isn’t anything I can do. I just…supervise. So I got up because I could hear her convulsing downstairs. That part usually doesn’t last very long, not even a whole minute, but it’s awful to watch and it feels like it’ll never end. It does end, and she doesn’t do anything for a long time. She just stays down on the floor, in whatever position she was in when the convulsions stopped, and she doesn’t move for about 15-20 minutes. I usually grab a book or a magazine and sit on the floor near her, petting her occasionally, talking to her just so she can hear my voice. Riley’s always in the backyard (or being monopolized by John, if he’s up with me) ’cause he gets a little frantic. I shove him out the backdoor as soon as I come down. Anyway, after a while Roxy gets up and starts to wander around the first floor. I don’t know if she can see or hear for most of this phase. She doesn’t react to anything except solid objects that appear before her, whether those are walls, doors, the fridge, a chair, or me. She runs into things, detours around them, and gets stuck in corners. Eventually, she responds to sounds, and then to her name, and we know she’s back to normal when she gets excited about treats rattling around in the treat jar. It usually takes 30-40 minutes all together.
Just as she was getting back to normal this morning (around 7:40), and I was looking forward to climbing back into bed, John came downstairs, wide awake. He couldn’t go back to sleep after I got up, and a half-hour of trying to sleep apparently woke him up completely. I wasn’t really sleepy anymore (I just wanted to be in bed), so we gave up and decided to start our day super-early (for a holiday). So I guess in that sense, I wasn’t lazy. In every other sense, though, I was about as lazy as can be. We decided to start the day, but stayed in our pjs. We camped out on the couch for breakfast and TV catch-up (we were several episodes behind on Heroes), and then when John went to go study for his exam on Wednesday, I stayed on the couch and read. All afternoon. We had dinner, John went to class, I took a bath (with bubbles and wine – lovely). I’m back on the couch (in new pjs – no real clothes for me today) with my computer.
I can’t complain.
I hate to skip a day, so this will have to do. I got home from hanging out with Jess all day (yay!) about 20 minutes ago, my head is pounding, and I’m ready to quit for the day. John is watching something on VH1 about metal songs, and I just heard someone yell “Freebird!” on TV. My brain turned off at that.