Gym, creakiness, Greenmarket

This was a fairly thorough, ordinary workout almost until the end, when one set of wrist curls made my left hand hurt enough that I not only stopped at one set, I found a trainer and got an ice pack for the hand. After icing it for a few minutes, I realized I hadn't stretched, so I went back out to the gym floor, did that, and then showered. The floor of the first shower stall I tried seemed vaguely slippery, though dry; instead of trying a random other stall, I used the wheelchair-accessible stall, which has a fold-down wooden seat, so I could sit down and wash and not worry about slipping. As long as I was sitting down, I soaped and rinsed the bottoms of my feet, which I don't generally do at the gym.

Then I went down to Chinatown, had lunch in the usual place, where they put me not at a table with several other single diners, but with several people who knew each other; they sounded like defense attorneys on lunch break from the court. Then up to Union Square for the Greenmarket: my shopping list was apple cider and a Bartlett pear.

I also got plum wine, made from yellow sugar plums; the people who were selling it (and other fruit wines) offered free tastes of all their products. (I don't like most grape-based wines, except in small quantities as ingredients for sauces.) I got a bunch of nice little beets, and one of great big leeks. I got carrots in two colors, neither of them yellow. I even got a demi-baguette, from the vendors who aren't coming up to Inwood this time of year. I wound up with four bags, heavy and awkward: the smaller daypack is supposed to discourage me from this temptation, but when that doesn't work, I have to carry everything using my hands and arms. Quite a haul for the 29th of November: no berries or fresh plums, but I had quite enough to carry, and my produce drawer is already too full to have room for the leeks.

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Gym, creakiness, Greenmarket

This was a fairly thorough, ordinary workout almost until the end, when one set of wrist curls made my left hand hurt enough that I not only stopped at one set, I found a trainer and got an ice pack for the hand. After icing it for a few minutes, I realized I hadn't stretched, so I went back out to the gym floor, did that, and then showered. The floor of the first shower stall I tried seemed vaguely slippery, though dry; instead of trying a random other stall, I used the wheelchair-accessible stall, which has a fold-down wooden seat, so I could sit down and wash and not worry about slipping. As long as I was sitting down, I soaped and rinsed the bottoms of my feet, which I don't generally do at the gym.

Then I went down to Chinatown, had lunch in the usual place, where they put me not at a table with several other single diners, but with several people who knew each other; they sounded like defense attorneys on lunch break from the court. Then up to Union Square for the Greenmarket: my shopping list was apple cider and a Bartlett pear.

I also got plum wine, made from yellow sugar plums; the people who were selling it (and other fruit wines) offered free tastes of all their products. (I don't like most grape-based wines, except in small quantities as ingredients for sauces.) I got a bunch of nice little beets, and one of great big leeks. I got carrots in two colors, neither of them yellow. I even got a demi-baguette, from the vendors who aren't coming up to Inwood this time of year. I wound up with four bags, heavy and awkward: the smaller daypack is supposed to discourage me from this temptation, but when that doesn't work, I have to carry everything using my hands and arms. Quite a haul for the 29th of November: no berries or fresh plums, but I had quite enough to carry, and my produce drawer is already too full to have room for the leeks.

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Hard drives

We're going to be buying a new hard drive for this PC, because the current one is past its statistical mean time between failures.

250 gigabytes for $75.

That makes me feel old, in a way that all the "hit songs from $year" or "do you remember X event/Y object?" memes don't.

Hard drives

We're going to be buying a new hard drive for this PC, because the current one is past its statistical mean time between failures.

250 gigabytes for $75.

That makes me feel old, in a way that all the "hit songs from $year" or "do you remember X event/Y object?" memes don't.