Flickr

I just went over to the Flickr signup page and discovered that my Yahoo ID is also an account there. So, I'm rosvicl on Flickr. I'll probably put stuff there at some point; I'm mentioning it now because I know some of you do friends-only posts there, and I'd like to be able to see what my friends post. (The userpic on this post is the one I attached to the Flickr account.)

ETA: I may not know your Flickr username (though starting from one I did is finding me a lot of people I know and like), so feel free to leave it here.

Flickr

I just went over to the Flickr signup page and discovered that my Yahoo ID is also an account there. So, I'm rosvicl on Flickr. I'll probably put stuff there at some point; I'm mentioning it now because I know some of you do friends-only posts there, and I'd like to be able to see what my friends post. (The userpic on this post is the one I attached to the Flickr account.)

ETA: I may not know your Flickr username (though starting from one I did is finding me a lot of people I know and like), so feel free to leave it here.

Two out of three

I went to a nearby shoe store today in the long-shot hope of boots. The salesman was both helpful and informative, but had nothing that fit me (a lot of shoe companies don't even make things in my size, and in the wonders of modern capitalism, if it's snowing steadily, the stores are full of spring stuff). He did, however, suggest that if my feet were suddenly colder and the boots didn't leak, I might have too little air circulating, or be cutting off my blood circulation. He suggested not wearing too-thick socks. I will be cautious about how I lace and tie the boots (they tend to loosen as I wear them, so the temptation is to start with them as tight as is practical), and not try to tuck my pants into them. If that works, I will be set at least until spring, possibly for a few years. (Knowing that the best time to get boots is around October only works if you realize in October that you need new boots. If being careful about lacing etc. doesn't work, I am going to put "buy boots" in the Palm for October.)

On the way home, I stopped at a local florist, and bought cattitude roses. I thought about getting just yellow roses, but instead got a pre-made bouquet of yellow, orange, red, and purple. He was especially pleased with the purple. (I had somehow gotten out of the habit of buying him flowers; when I realized this, I decided to do something about it.)

Just now, he stopped at the restaurant/cafe downstairs and got cannoli, at my request. Cannoli filled to order are a Good Thing, one of those good things that makes you impatient with the inferior version. Many an otherwise good cafe fills the cannoli ahead of time. Once filled, the shells start getting soggy. When I worked at ACM, I often walked over to Ninth Avenue to get lunch; there's a place on Ninth around 46th Street that, among other things, does cannoli right, with or without chocolate chips. (Pozzo's Bakery, closed Sundays.)

Two out of three

I went to a nearby shoe store today in the long-shot hope of boots. The salesman was both helpful and informative, but had nothing that fit me (a lot of shoe companies don't even make things in my size, and in the wonders of modern capitalism, if it's snowing steadily, the stores are full of spring stuff). He did, however, suggest that if my feet were suddenly colder and the boots didn't leak, I might have too little air circulating, or be cutting off my blood circulation. He suggested not wearing too-thick socks. I will be cautious about how I lace and tie the boots (they tend to loosen as I wear them, so the temptation is to start with them as tight as is practical), and not try to tuck my pants into them. If that works, I will be set at least until spring, possibly for a few years. (Knowing that the best time to get boots is around October only works if you realize in October that you need new boots. If being careful about lacing etc. doesn't work, I am going to put "buy boots" in the Palm for October.)

On the way home, I stopped at a local florist, and bought cattitude roses. I thought about getting just yellow roses, but instead got a pre-made bouquet of yellow, orange, red, and purple. He was especially pleased with the purple. (I had somehow gotten out of the habit of buying him flowers; when I realized this, I decided to do something about it.)

Just now, he stopped at the restaurant/cafe downstairs and got cannoli, at my request. Cannoli filled to order are a Good Thing, one of those good things that makes you impatient with the inferior version. Many an otherwise good cafe fills the cannoli ahead of time. Once filled, the shells start getting soggy. When I worked at ACM, I often walked over to Ninth Avenue to get lunch; there's a place on Ninth around 46th Street that, among other things, does cannoli right, with or without chocolate chips. (Pozzo's Bakery, closed Sundays.)

old papers, a few of them useful and interesting

I had expected to find my birth certificate and college diploma in one of the boxes I went through some weeks ago, and hadn't. Email with rysmiel reminded me of this, and of the general ongoing decluttering (I'm still cluttered by rysmiel's standards, but they're offering useful encouragement from a distance such that the mess is not irritating them). I mentioned it to cattitude, who reminded me of where some other boxes are. I also remembered the ancient filing cabinet in the bedroom, and decided to look there.

First, I got rid of a few obviously-unneeded things, like an ancient pad of newsprint paper for sketching, and a letter-size binder with tabs for every letter of the alphabet, and no actual content.

In the next drawer I looked in, I found an envelope labeled "Vicki birth certificates." There they are, the originals from the hospital (somewhere, there's a certified copy from the Board of Health from sometime in the 1980s). It also contains an infant vaccination record.

I was vaccinated for polio using both vaccines, a total of six doses. I have also been vaccinated against smallpox. And measles, DPT, and whatever was on later pages: I'm just startled that I got both polio vaccines. Not knowing where that paper was, I was revaccinated for measles in 1984 when it went around the dorms, but adrian_turtle says she was told in 1982 that the old vaccine didn't give lasting immunity, so it may be just as well.

I am not in a good state of mind for purging things. With the first bag of stuff, as I was about to throw it away, I brought it back into the apartment, put it down, and confirmed that I had not somehow put the important papers there instead of in the trash. With the second, I decided that no, I wasn't prepared to throw away mailings of an apa just because I had thrown away other mailings of the same apa that had been in a box,and removed half of what was in the bag. So, I will do no further decluttering tonight, though I am willing and able to tell Cattitude that I don't want an old, possibly broken, large clicky keyboard, or an extremely right-handed trackball.

old papers, a few of them useful and interesting

I had expected to find my birth certificate and college diploma in one of the boxes I went through some weeks ago, and hadn't. Email with rysmiel reminded me of this, and of the general ongoing decluttering (I'm still cluttered by rysmiel's standards, but they're offering useful encouragement from a distance such that the mess is not irritating them). I mentioned it to cattitude, who reminded me of where some other boxes are. I also remembered the ancient filing cabinet in the bedroom, and decided to look there.

First, I got rid of a few obviously-unneeded things, like an ancient pad of newsprint paper for sketching, and a letter-size binder with tabs for every letter of the alphabet, and no actual content.

In the next drawer I looked in, I found an envelope labeled "Vicki birth certificates." There they are, the originals from the hospital (somewhere, there's a certified copy from the Board of Health from sometime in the 1980s). It also contains an infant vaccination record.

I was vaccinated for polio using both vaccines, a total of six doses. I have also been vaccinated against smallpox. And measles, DPT, and whatever was on later pages: I'm just startled that I got both polio vaccines. Not knowing where that paper was, I was revaccinated for measles in 1984 when it went around the dorms, but adrian_turtle says she was told in 1982 that the old vaccine didn't give lasting immunity, so it may be just as well.

I am not in a good state of mind for purging things. With the first bag of stuff, as I was about to throw it away, I brought it back into the apartment, put it down, and confirmed that I had not somehow put the important papers there instead of in the trash. With the second, I decided that no, I wasn't prepared to throw away mailings of an apa just because I had thrown away other mailings of the same apa that had been in a box,and removed half of what was in the bag. So, I will do no further decluttering tonight, though I am willing and able to tell Cattitude that I don't want an old, possibly broken, large clicky keyboard, or an extremely right-handed trackball.