plumbing--done, I hope; social noodling

The plumber has been in, and replaced our shower controls with what I can't help thinking of as a hotel shower: there's a lever for temperature, an on-off-volume control, and a separate button that moves it between shower and bath. If it doesn't leak, I'll be satisfied.

At the moment, we're waiting for the tile man to give us back our wall. (The plumber is supposed to be finding him for us. Andy rose early and showered before the plumber arrived, since he has to go to the gym and see his trainer; I'm still in my pajamas.)

If it all goes smoothly, I'll probably go to rassef this evening. I've fiddled with the set-up a bit, there: took the opportunity of a move to winter quarters to drop the mailing list, and announce the meetings only on rec.arts.sf.[fandom|written|composition], because this isn't supposed to be an all-purpose local fan gathering. If someone wants to run one of those, more power to them: but I'm not going to be manipulated into doing so.

But it's out in Brooklyn, I'm all the way up here in Inwood, and I have to be up and alert tomorrow morning for a job interview. Maybe I'll just plant crocuses instead.

plumbing--done, I hope; social noodling

The plumber has been in, and replaced our shower controls with what I can't help thinking of as a hotel shower: there's a lever for temperature, an on-off-volume control, and a separate button that moves it between shower and bath. If it doesn't leak, I'll be satisfied.

At the moment, we're waiting for the tile man to give us back our wall. (The plumber is supposed to be finding him for us. Andy rose early and showered before the plumber arrived, since he has to go to the gym and see his trainer; I'm still in my pajamas.)

If it all goes smoothly, I'll probably go to rassef this evening. I've fiddled with the set-up a bit, there: took the opportunity of a move to winter quarters to drop the mailing list, and announce the meetings only on rec.arts.sf.[fandom|written|composition], because this isn't supposed to be an all-purpose local fan gathering. If someone wants to run one of those, more power to them: but I'm not going to be manipulated into doing so.

But it's out in Brooklyn, I'm all the way up here in Inwood, and I have to be up and alert tomorrow morning for a job interview. Maybe I'll just plant crocuses instead.

sitting at home

So here I am, home, while my friends, I hope, are having a good time at the bar get-together I coordinate.

No, I'm not feeling unloved, or even unusually shy.

My foot hurts. A low-level sort of thing, result of a splinter I got this morning: but with a job interview tomorrow morning, for which I have to be able to walk, and not be visibly or distractedly in pain, it seems best not to push things.

If I hadn't been home most of the day, dealing with plumbing and plastering, I might be on Atlantic Avenue right now--but as is, I would have had to make the whole trip. Or, rather, I could save myself the entire trip by coming back home. If I'm going to walk the same distance either way, I'll go out and play.

Sometimes being a grown-up is frustrating. But less so, I'll bet, than hobbling to a job interview, or blowing it because my feet hurt too much for me to think about whatever it is they're going to ask me.

Wish me luck. I have the clothing, the shoes, the handbag, all the stuff to disguise the weird, casual Redbird; now I need to display the smart, helpful, quick, creative Redbird.

sitting at home

So here I am, home, while my friends, I hope, are having a good time at the bar get-together I coordinate.

No, I'm not feeling unloved, or even unusually shy.

My foot hurts. A low-level sort of thing, result of a splinter I got this morning: but with a job interview tomorrow morning, for which I have to be able to walk, and not be visibly or distractedly in pain, it seems best not to push things.

If I hadn't been home most of the day, dealing with plumbing and plastering, I might be on Atlantic Avenue right now--but as is, I would have had to make the whole trip. Or, rather, I could save myself the entire trip by coming back home. If I'm going to walk the same distance either way, I'll go out and play.

Sometimes being a grown-up is frustrating. But less so, I'll bet, than hobbling to a job interview, or blowing it because my feet hurt too much for me to think about whatever it is they're going to ask me.

Wish me luck. I have the clothing, the shoes, the handbag, all the stuff to disguise the weird, casual Redbird; now I need to display the smart, helpful, quick, creative Redbird.