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agrumer, you might want to read this--a cool gig, but not much money: http://www.livejournal.com/users/elusis/563182.html?mode=replyagrumer, you might want to read this--a cool gig, but not much money: http://www.livejournal.com/users/elusis/563182.html?mode=replyagrumer, you might want to read this--a cool gig, but not much money: http://www.livejournal.com/users/elusis/563182.html?mode=replyToday's workout and shopping turned into far more of an adventure than I'd expected.
The workout itself was fine, except that I may have bruised my back by backing into a piece of weight-lifting equipment.
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It was just beginning to rain when I left the gym. By the time I got off the train in Chinatown, it was raining steadily. No big deal, I walked past various umbrella sellers without buying.
Then I slipped on the wet pavement and fell, slightly awkwardly--I think my knapsack shoved me further out of line. I got up, checked and saw that I'd skinned my right knee, and decided that this would be a good time to do my banking (i.e., get indoors and rest sooner). I walked slowly and carefully for that half block, went in, filled out a deposit slip, and talked to a teller, then sat for a minute, and inspected my knees again. (I was wearing long pants, which probably saved them from serious injury, but also made checking them trickier.)
Then I went out again, and discovered that Excellent Dumpling is closed for renovation for a couple of days. A man in the doorway assured me they'd be open Friday, so I'd guess this is renovation on the level of painting, not replacing equipment or tearing out walls. So I got roast duck over rice at the first place I found on Canal Street--at that point I wanted food and a chair more than I cared about what I ate.
It was pouring when I finished lunch, and Canal Street looked ready to live up to its name. After waiting a few minutes, I walked the ten feet to the nearest subway entrance, and covered a block or so in stairs, corridors, and turns before I got to the train I wanted. Thence to Brooklyn, where I picked up two pints of blueberries at the Greenmarket behind Borough Hall, and got to Sahadi just as it started to rain again. So I took my time, stayed out of the way as the staff dealt with leaks, and gladly accepted the advice not to leave until the rain had let up.
At the Inwood end, it looked as though the rain was over. I called Andy to ask him to put the kettle up, got the machine, put the phone away, and was about a block from the subway when a pouring rain snuck up from behind me. (We don't normally get storms coming in from the east.) Lacking an obvious alternative, I kept walking toward home, getting wetter and wetter. Once I got into the park, the rain was no longer coming from behind, so there was nothing protecting my glasses or the rest of my face. When I walked into our building, I discovered that part of the loaf of onion bread I'd bought was just gone, along with that end of the packaging (the rest got wet enough that it probably isn't worth eating), but everything else seems to be okay.
The first order of business once inside was taking off all my clothes. I had to getcattitude to help me with my t-shirt, because it was too wet to stretch properly and come off without someone to lift it straight over my head. A towel and a cup of tea fixed most of the rest, except that I kept re-wetting my hands because my hair was so wet.
The workout itself was fine, except that I may have bruised my back by backing into a piece of weight-lifting equipment.
( Read more... )
It was just beginning to rain when I left the gym. By the time I got off the train in Chinatown, it was raining steadily. No big deal, I walked past various umbrella sellers without buying.
Then I slipped on the wet pavement and fell, slightly awkwardly--I think my knapsack shoved me further out of line. I got up, checked and saw that I'd skinned my right knee, and decided that this would be a good time to do my banking (i.e., get indoors and rest sooner). I walked slowly and carefully for that half block, went in, filled out a deposit slip, and talked to a teller, then sat for a minute, and inspected my knees again. (I was wearing long pants, which probably saved them from serious injury, but also made checking them trickier.)
Then I went out again, and discovered that Excellent Dumpling is closed for renovation for a couple of days. A man in the doorway assured me they'd be open Friday, so I'd guess this is renovation on the level of painting, not replacing equipment or tearing out walls. So I got roast duck over rice at the first place I found on Canal Street--at that point I wanted food and a chair more than I cared about what I ate.
It was pouring when I finished lunch, and Canal Street looked ready to live up to its name. After waiting a few minutes, I walked the ten feet to the nearest subway entrance, and covered a block or so in stairs, corridors, and turns before I got to the train I wanted. Thence to Brooklyn, where I picked up two pints of blueberries at the Greenmarket behind Borough Hall, and got to Sahadi just as it started to rain again. So I took my time, stayed out of the way as the staff dealt with leaks, and gladly accepted the advice not to leave until the rain had let up.
At the Inwood end, it looked as though the rain was over. I called Andy to ask him to put the kettle up, got the machine, put the phone away, and was about a block from the subway when a pouring rain snuck up from behind me. (We don't normally get storms coming in from the east.) Lacking an obvious alternative, I kept walking toward home, getting wetter and wetter. Once I got into the park, the rain was no longer coming from behind, so there was nothing protecting my glasses or the rest of my face. When I walked into our building, I discovered that part of the loaf of onion bread I'd bought was just gone, along with that end of the packaging (the rest got wet enough that it probably isn't worth eating), but everything else seems to be okay.
The first order of business once inside was taking off all my clothes. I had to get
cattitude to help me with my t-shirt, because it was too wet to stretch properly and come off without someone to lift it straight over my head. A towel and a cup of tea fixed most of the rest, except that I kept re-wetting my hands because my hair was so wet.Today's workout and shopping turned into far more of an adventure than I'd expected.
The workout itself was fine, except that I may have bruised my back by backing into a piece of weight-lifting equipment.
( Read more... )
It was just beginning to rain when I left the gym. By the time I got off the train in Chinatown, it was raining steadily. No big deal, I walked past various umbrella sellers without buying.
Then I slipped on the wet pavement and fell, slightly awkwardly--I think my knapsack shoved me further out of line. I got up, checked and saw that I'd skinned my right knee, and decided that this would be a good time to do my banking (i.e., get indoors and rest sooner). I walked slowly and carefully for that half block, went in, filled out a deposit slip, and talked to a teller, then sat for a minute, and inspected my knees again. (I was wearing long pants, which probably saved them from serious injury, but also made checking them trickier.)
Then I went out again, and discovered that Excellent Dumpling is closed for renovation for a couple of days. A man in the doorway assured me they'd be open Friday, so I'd guess this is renovation on the level of painting, not replacing equipment or tearing out walls. So I got roast duck over rice at the first place I found on Canal Street--at that point I wanted food and a chair more than I cared about what I ate.
It was pouring when I finished lunch, and Canal Street looked ready to live up to its name. After waiting a few minutes, I walked the ten feet to the nearest subway entrance, and covered a block or so in stairs, corridors, and turns before I got to the train I wanted. Thence to Brooklyn, where I picked up two pints of blueberries at the Greenmarket behind Borough Hall, and got to Sahadi just as it started to rain again. So I took my time, stayed out of the way as the staff dealt with leaks, and gladly accepted the advice not to leave until the rain had let up.
At the Inwood end, it looked as though the rain was over. I called Andy to ask him to put the kettle up, got the machine, put the phone away, and was about a block from the subway when a pouring rain snuck up from behind me. (We don't normally get storms coming in from the east.) Lacking an obvious alternative, I kept walking toward home, getting wetter and wetter. Once I got into the park, the rain was no longer coming from behind, so there was nothing protecting my glasses or the rest of my face. When I walked into our building, I discovered that part of the loaf of onion bread I'd bought was just gone, along with that end of the packaging (the rest got wet enough that it probably isn't worth eating), but everything else seems to be okay.
The first order of business once inside was taking off all my clothes. I had to getcattitude to help me with my t-shirt, because it was too wet to stretch properly and come off without someone to lift it straight over my head. A towel and a cup of tea fixed most of the rest, except that I kept re-wetting my hands because my hair was so wet.
The workout itself was fine, except that I may have bruised my back by backing into a piece of weight-lifting equipment.
( Read more... )
It was just beginning to rain when I left the gym. By the time I got off the train in Chinatown, it was raining steadily. No big deal, I walked past various umbrella sellers without buying.
Then I slipped on the wet pavement and fell, slightly awkwardly--I think my knapsack shoved me further out of line. I got up, checked and saw that I'd skinned my right knee, and decided that this would be a good time to do my banking (i.e., get indoors and rest sooner). I walked slowly and carefully for that half block, went in, filled out a deposit slip, and talked to a teller, then sat for a minute, and inspected my knees again. (I was wearing long pants, which probably saved them from serious injury, but also made checking them trickier.)
Then I went out again, and discovered that Excellent Dumpling is closed for renovation for a couple of days. A man in the doorway assured me they'd be open Friday, so I'd guess this is renovation on the level of painting, not replacing equipment or tearing out walls. So I got roast duck over rice at the first place I found on Canal Street--at that point I wanted food and a chair more than I cared about what I ate.
It was pouring when I finished lunch, and Canal Street looked ready to live up to its name. After waiting a few minutes, I walked the ten feet to the nearest subway entrance, and covered a block or so in stairs, corridors, and turns before I got to the train I wanted. Thence to Brooklyn, where I picked up two pints of blueberries at the Greenmarket behind Borough Hall, and got to Sahadi just as it started to rain again. So I took my time, stayed out of the way as the staff dealt with leaks, and gladly accepted the advice not to leave until the rain had let up.
At the Inwood end, it looked as though the rain was over. I called Andy to ask him to put the kettle up, got the machine, put the phone away, and was about a block from the subway when a pouring rain snuck up from behind me. (We don't normally get storms coming in from the east.) Lacking an obvious alternative, I kept walking toward home, getting wetter and wetter. Once I got into the park, the rain was no longer coming from behind, so there was nothing protecting my glasses or the rest of my face. When I walked into our building, I discovered that part of the loaf of onion bread I'd bought was just gone, along with that end of the packaging (the rest got wet enough that it probably isn't worth eating), but everything else seems to be okay.
The first order of business once inside was taking off all my clothes. I had to get
cattitude to help me with my t-shirt, because it was too wet to stretch properly and come off without someone to lift it straight over my head. A towel and a cup of tea fixed most of the rest, except that I kept re-wetting my hands because my hair was so wet..