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( Nov. 3rd, 2015 07:30 pm)
When I got back from Boston, I posted about eating and enjoying apples, and how pleased [livejournal.com profile] cattitude was when I brought a couple back to Bellevue for him.

The delightful [livejournal.com profile] browngirl commented, offering to send me some more apples. My answer was "yes, please," and this afternoon I picked up a package from the building management office. Walking back, I smelled the apples through the cardboard box. So, for an afternoon snack, I ate a Macoun apple, and Cattitude ate what might have been a Brock, and there was much rejoicing. I put the other four apples in the fridge, to keep crisp and because I like chilled apples: it looks as though we have three more Macouns and a Macintosh.
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Yesterday I went to the American Museum of Natural History with [livejournal.com profile] gothgeekgirl (who isn't really on LJ these days), her husband Reed (WINOLJ), and [livejournal.com profile] cattitude. This was a last-minute outing: Gothgeekgirl called Saturday evening and asked if we wanted to go the museum Sunday afternoon, and we said yes, and arranged to meet her in mid-afternoon outside the Planetarium entrance.

They were running a bit late, so we sat on a bench and watched hawks circling overhead. Then we spent a couple of hours at the museum. We started with aimless wandering, of the "okay, we're on this floor, there are Asian mammals over there." But I wanted to look at soothing rocks, so we went through the Human Evolution exhibit (which is very good and pretty up-to-date) into the Hall of Rocks and Minerals, which is still the 1970s structure I remember fondly from my teens, complete with low carpeted walls you can sit on.

When your familiar old exhibit hall includes a huge amethyst geode of the sort that I can say "Look" and point at from 50 feet away, and has petrified logs out where anyone can touch as well as look at them, it doesn't really need updating, except maybe for the periodic table displays in a few of the educational exhibits. (I lent Reed a lens cleaning cloth I happened to have in my bag, so he could wipe the fingerprints off the shiny cross-section of a petrified log before photographing it.) The hall is an excellent mix of "ooooh, shiny!" and science; we didn't look at it yesterday, but I recommend the case of fluorescent minerals. That's in a room to one side of the large central hall, next to the one with a gem cave and the cases with a variety of large, pretty, and expensive precious gems. A decade or so ago I was glad of the chance to take my mother's husband in there and say "Here's the Star of India."

At the moment, the "recent acquisitions" case at the entrance to the room includes some very nice opals, including three opalized fossil clams.

We ducked out of that hall a little sooner in time for a quick stop in the gift shop before the museum closed. Then Gothgeekgirl and I fortified ourselves with caffeine, after which the four of us took another hour and a half for an early dinner and more conversation.
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( Nov. 14th, 2010 06:13 pm)
We just had a pleasant afternoon with [livejournal.com profile] roadnotes, talking and drinking tea. Conversation ranging from the here and now, to 30 years back: hair, people we know, plans large and small, who we want to be connecting with, culling belongings, the drawbacks of Facebook and the ways that websites' use of the word "friend" may have people saying "s/he's my friend" when acquaintance might be a better word for "I know her, and we hung out a bit ten years ago." Roadnotes is sorting through/culling stuff a lot more seriously than Cattitude and I are, but I've been using her posts as inspiration, in a mild way: a book or two here, an old Worldcon program book there, some worn-out clothes or things that just don't suit me. I sent her home with a green suede jacket, which had never fit me right (the sleeves are too long) and looks good on her. It had been sitting in a drawer for a couple of years; I'm glad it fits her.

A quiet day was what I needed: I'm still not de-stressed from the last few weeks of extra stuff at work, and my shoulder is being a nuisance. Not a sharp pain, but steady, and bad for my mood and patience. Roadnotes and [livejournal.com profile] cattitude are both easy for me to be with; being out somewhere might have been more difficult.

ETA: I have asked Cattitude to remind me, if necessary, that this evening is not the time to do any sorting or decluttering, even if I'm inspired by our conversation, because it would be bad for my shoulder.

Also, we talked about the idea of good enough decisions: reminding ourselves (as I seem to need to, these last several months) that even if some other choice might be/have been better, this one is also good enough. Sometimes you've eliminated the bad answers, and it's not a big deal if you pick the second- or third-best. So I try not to second-guess myself. It's working, sometimes.
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( Jan. 16th, 2010 04:17 pm)
I'm just back from a very pleasant few hours with [personal profile] cattitude, [livejournal.com profile] womzilla, [personal profile] roadnotes, and [livejournal.com profile] beetiger. Dim sum and walking through Chinatown and north as far as Eighth Street afterwards, and plenty of cheerful conversation. Jing Fong (20 Elizabeth Street) was good, as usual; I even got water chestnut cakes, which I usually don't, because few other people like or want to try them. We started with sticky rice in lotus leaf, and then ranged through an assortment of dumplings, roast pork, and the like, meaning to end with clams in black bean sauce, some greens, and a scallop dish (the woman whose cart the scallops were on intercepted Roadnotes as we walked back to the table with the clams and the greens), and then at the last minute two things we'd been hoping for, roast duck and egg custard tarts, turned up, so we got them despite being rather full. The custard tart eaters told me they were a superior example; had I been less full, I might have tried a bite, but I was making room for duck instead.

We walked through Chinatown a bit, and after a few tries found some plausible baby bok choy and Spanish clementines, then headed north on the grounds that Canal Street is Too Crowded, and Roadnotes wanted to stop in the Village and Beetiger was eventually headed for Chelsea. Along the way, I mentioned that we were near a good cheesecake shop, and that interested Womzilla, so everyone but Cattitude and I wound up with mini cheesecakes. (He works two blocks away, so we can have them anytime we're in the mood, and he was already carrying the citrus.)

I got near the limit of available energy, and my ankle was a little sore by Houston Street, but not bad enough to stop me; I am drinking tea and reading, and am not planning on heading out again today. I had gym gear with me, but it was a nice day, and walking with friends on a nice day, by January standards at least, was much more appealing than going to the gym alone. Walking is also exercise.
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( Sep. 1st, 2008 10:06 pm)
I am back from Montreal, after a few very good days. Thursday afternoon [livejournal.com profile] cattitude and I went to a couple of used book stores, and as we were walking from the metro station, I realized that it had a "showing someone my neighborhood" feeling. Not something I was expecting: I've lived with Cattitude since 1985. But the places we went are places in walking distance of [livejournal.com profile] papersky and [livejournal.com profile] rysmiel's home, a bit of Montreal that feels familiar and comfortable. We got some used books (mostly by Avram Davidson), cups of tea, chocolate truffles, and then an assortment of food—deli meat, cheese, more chocolate, tea, bread, and fruit—from several shops in Marche Atwater, since we had a kitchenette in our hotel room. One treat was a really good melon: when the fruit seller saw me sniffing the canteloupe, she asked if I wanted a ripe melon, I said yes, and she asked when I planned to use it. So she found me a melon optimized to be cut for breakfast Friday morning.

We got the room with the kitchenette because I hoped I'd sleep better than I had in the regular hotel rooms in previous years. I slept decently, making the extra expense well worth it. The teakettle and fridge were also pleasant, for things including breakfast; the ability to get a cup of tea in mid-afternoon and not miss an entire panel; and a very pleasant conversation with [livejournal.com profile] mrissa this morning over a light breakfast in our room.

After going book and grocery shopping Thurday afternoon, Cattitude and I had a nice dinner with Mrissa and [livejournal.com profile] timprov, hung out with other early arrivals in the hotel lobby for a bit, and went to bed. I didn't stay up incredibly late any night: 12:30 or so Saturday and Sunday. The endpoint to Saturday's party was when Papersky gathered her household, the people staying with them, and a few other people who weren't staying at the hotel, so they could be sure to catch the last metro home.

I overextended myself a little bit Thursday and Friday, but not badly: when asked I told Papersky that I didn't have the energy to lead a group to the Jardin Botanique, and it turned out [livejournal.com profile] zorinth liked that idea better than taking a Biodome group, so I took a few people to look at animals and walk some, and Z took people to look at plants and walk lots. (rysmiel took a bookstore group, and Papersky got to sit down for a bit.) The lynxes were extremely active, as were the rodents of moderately unusual size. The trumpeter (a mostly black tropical bird) continues to boldly walk all over the rain forest area. We didn't see the sloth, and the otters were napping in their little transparent-walled den, looking very cozy and cute.

Friday night Cattitude and I had dinner with three people we don't see anywhere near as often as we'd like: [livejournal.com profile] wild_irises, [livejournal.com profile] kateyule, and [livejournal.com profile] davidlevine. We wound up at a randomly selected quasi-tapas place on Mont Royal called Nuevo, good food and good service in their back garden. We went to the designated Friday evening rendezvous, where I played a quick game of Zombie Fluxx (not, based on the one game, as good as the original game), and then I chatted with rysmiel and [livejournal.com profile] stakebait for a while, and then a bit with other people, and then went to bed.

With any luck, other people will say interesting things about most of the programming. I'll just note that Sunday mornings "Joy of Reading" panel was excellent, as in previous years, and that the * panel went quite well, though more linearly than the Minicon original.

Saturday [livejournal.com profile] tanac showed up with an example of some fruit she'd hoped [livejournal.com profile] jonsinger could identify. From her description, se'd at first thought mangosteen, but these were something different, with an odd citrus-and-pear smell. She also brought some mangosteens, and handed one around, priority to people who'd never tasted it, but enough sections that I got a bit. I also got to try the mystery fruit, but it didn't impress me the way the mangosteens a previous year did. At the Sunday afternoon "Solid Poetry" panel, a continuation of last year's "Making Real Things and Making Things Real" discussion of things like how to make the physical things in books feel solid, and the ways writing connects to pottery, painting, jewelry, and other crafts, everyone had visual aids. [livejournal.com profile] tnh's included a small glass of some kind of rather bitter citrusy liqueur she'd made; we never did find out what was in it, in part because she'd started with wanting to stump Singer and then the conversation wandered, but grapefruit seems pretty definite. Jon, Tanac, if you find out what that fruit is, I'd love to know.

I would have liked to have more and possibly quieter time to talk to Papersky, but as she noted last night, she keeps thinking that it's a small enough con that she'll have time to talk to all her friends, and not thinking about the extent to which almost everyone there are already her friends. We'll catch up later.

As usual at such events, I found myself talking to people about wanting to see them more—in this case including people who live in New York. But the energy constraints that are why I don't socialize as much as I wish I could haven't changed. The conversations with Stakebait were fun, and there's more short-term temptation and/or regret there, because she lives in New York City, than with Mris or [livejournal.com profile] elisem (who I also only talked to for a few minutes) or wild_irises or…

I have no idea of whether I'll go to the Montreal Worldcon next summer; I prefer smaller cons, most of the time, but there's some temptation there, for reasons including a chance to see some of my British friends, and my fondness for the city.

[this is incomplete, but I want to get it posted before I forget all about it]
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( Sep. 1st, 2008 10:06 pm)
I am back from Montreal, after a few very good days. Thursday afternoon [livejournal.com profile] cattitude and I went to a couple of used book stores, and as we were walking from the metro station, I realized that it had a "showing someone my neighborhood" feeling. Not something I was expecting: I've lived with Cattitude since 1985. But the places we went are places in walking distance of [livejournal.com profile] papersky and [livejournal.com profile] rysmiel's home, a bit of Montreal that feels familiar and comfortable. We got some used books (mostly by Avram Davidson), cups of tea, chocolate truffles, and then an assortment of food—deli meat, cheese, more chocolate, tea, bread, and fruit—from several shops in Marche Atwater, since we had a kitchenette in our hotel room. One treat was a really good melon: when the fruit seller saw me sniffing the canteloupe, she asked if I wanted a ripe melon, I said yes, and she asked when I planned to use it. So she found me a melon optimized to be cut for breakfast Friday morning.

We got the room with the kitchenette because I hoped I'd sleep better than I had in the regular hotel rooms in previous years. I slept decently, making the extra expense well worth it. The teakettle and fridge were also pleasant, for things including breakfast; the ability to get a cup of tea in mid-afternoon and not miss an entire panel; and a very pleasant conversation with [livejournal.com profile] mrissa this morning over a light breakfast in our room.

After going book and grocery shopping Thurday afternoon, Cattitude and I had a nice dinner with Mrissa and [livejournal.com profile] timprov, hung out with other early arrivals in the hotel lobby for a bit, and went to bed. I didn't stay up incredibly late any night: 12:30 or so Saturday and Sunday. The endpoint to Saturday's party was when Papersky gathered her household, the people staying with them, and a few other people who weren't staying at the hotel, so they could be sure to catch the last metro home.

I overextended myself a little bit Thursday and Friday, but not badly: when asked I told Papersky that I didn't have the energy to lead a group to the Jardin Botanique, and it turned out [livejournal.com profile] zorinth liked that idea better than taking a Biodome group, so I took a few people to look at animals and walk some, and Z took people to look at plants and walk lots. (rysmiel took a bookstore group, and Papersky got to sit down for a bit.) The lynxes were extremely active, as were the rodents of moderately unusual size. The trumpeter (a mostly black tropical bird) continues to boldly walk all over the rain forest area. We didn't see the sloth, and the otters were napping in their little transparent-walled den, looking very cozy and cute.

Friday night Cattitude and I had dinner with three people we don't see anywhere near as often as we'd like: [livejournal.com profile] wild_irises, [livejournal.com profile] kateyule, and [livejournal.com profile] davidlevine. We wound up at a randomly selected quasi-tapas place on Mont Royal called Nuevo, good food and good service in their back garden. We went to the designated Friday evening rendezvous, where I played a quick game of Zombie Fluxx (not, based on the one game, as good as the original game), and then I chatted with rysmiel and [livejournal.com profile] stakebait for a while, and then a bit with other people, and then went to bed.

With any luck, other people will say interesting things about most of the programming. I'll just note that Sunday mornings "Joy of Reading" panel was excellent, as in previous years, and that the * panel went quite well, though more linearly than the Minicon original.

Saturday [livejournal.com profile] tanac showed up with an example of some fruit she'd hoped [livejournal.com profile] jonsinger could identify. From her description, se'd at first thought mangosteen, but these were something different, with an odd citrus-and-pear smell. She also brought some mangosteens, and handed one around, priority to people who'd never tasted it, but enough sections that I got a bit. I also got to try the mystery fruit, but it didn't impress me the way the mangosteens a previous year did. At the Sunday afternoon "Solid Poetry" panel, a continuation of last year's "Making Real Things and Making Things Real" discussion of things like how to make the physical things in books feel solid, and the ways writing connects to pottery, painting, jewelry, and other crafts, everyone had visual aids. [livejournal.com profile] tnh's included a small glass of some kind of rather bitter citrusy liqueur she'd made; we never did find out what was in it, in part because she'd started with wanting to stump Singer and then the conversation wandered, but grapefruit seems pretty definite. Jon, Tanac, if you find out what that fruit is, I'd love to know.

I would have liked to have more and possibly quieter time to talk to Papersky, but as she noted last night, she keeps thinking that it's a small enough con that she'll have time to talk to all her friends, and not thinking about the extent to which almost everyone there are already her friends. We'll catch up later.

As usual at such events, I found myself talking to people about wanting to see them more—in this case including people who live in New York. But the energy constraints that are why I don't socialize as much as I wish I could haven't changed. The conversations with Stakebait were fun, and there's more short-term temptation and/or regret there, because she lives in New York City, than with Mris or [livejournal.com profile] elisem (who I also only talked to for a few minutes) or wild_irises or…

I have no idea of whether I'll go to the Montreal Worldcon next summer; I prefer smaller cons, most of the time, but there's some temptation there, for reasons including a chance to see some of my British friends, and my fondness for the city.

[this is incomplete, but I want to get it posted before I forget all about it]
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( Feb. 24th, 2008 08:52 pm)
I just had a long conversation with [livejournal.com profile] alanro and a brief but cheerful one with [livejournal.com profile] shikzoid [she answered the phone, then handed me off to him]. Alan and I do much better by phone or in person than by email or IM, and I was overdue for this. Life happened--they were out of town, or I was, or it got late and I was doing other things; when we'd talked in December we planned on January, based on when I knew I, and then they, would be traveling.

Alan seems basically cheerful about work, and on a shorter scale about a barbecued salmon he is now eating for dinner. Shikzoid was also in a good mood, but remarked on having trouble keeping track of time (in the sense of how long it's been since something happened, the specific being whether I'd visited since they got a particular cat), which is something I sympathize with.
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( Feb. 24th, 2008 08:52 pm)
I just had a long conversation with [livejournal.com profile] alanro and a brief but cheerful one with [livejournal.com profile] shikzoid [she answered the phone, then handed me off to him]. Alan and I do much better by phone or in person than by email or IM, and I was overdue for this. Life happened--they were out of town, or I was, or it got late and I was doing other things; when we'd talked in December we planned on January, based on when I knew I, and then they, would be traveling.

Alan seems basically cheerful about work, and on a shorter scale about a barbecued salmon he is now eating for dinner. Shikzoid was also in a good mood, but remarked on having trouble keeping track of time (in the sense of how long it's been since something happened, the specific being whether I'd visited since they got a particular cat), which is something I sympathize with.
I just spent a day and a half in Arlington. Or so it feels, given that we didn't get back from the train station, fed, and our shoes off at home until past ten Friday night, though my time away from New York was just over 48 hours. So, a short visit, and a low-energy one, as I was still getting over whatever had me home sick from work last Tuesday and Wednesday, but worth it. I took the train both ways, trading money for comfort and convenience. (Convenience in part because the Route 128 station is near [livejournal.com profile] adrian_turtle's job, so it made sense for her to pick me up there Friday, rather than for me to go all the way to South Station, by train or bus, and then take the T to Arlington.) Amusingly, Friday morning, I was telling some of my co-workers about the very cheap Greyhound tickets from New York to Boston that can be bought online.

I considered cancelling this trip, but we'd already not seen each other in six weeks, which feels like a long time (we average about every four), and if I'd not gone this weekend it would have been over two months between visits, which wouldn't have been good. We were quiet and domestic, mostly--that is, we did go as far as Cambridge, to eat pho and buy tea, before getting groceries. My major contribution to domesticity for the weekend was carving the chicken. Adrian fed me a nice mushroom-barley soup. [livejournal.com profile] cattitude has mentioned corn chowder. It tastes like winter.

I came home to an unrelated but very pleasant thank-you email. (*waves* in the direction of Minnesota)
I just spent a day and a half in Arlington. Or so it feels, given that we didn't get back from the train station, fed, and our shoes off at home until past ten Friday night, though my time away from New York was just over 48 hours. So, a short visit, and a low-energy one, as I was still getting over whatever had me home sick from work last Tuesday and Wednesday, but worth it. I took the train both ways, trading money for comfort and convenience. (Convenience in part because the Route 128 station is near [livejournal.com profile] adrian_turtle's job, so it made sense for her to pick me up there Friday, rather than for me to go all the way to South Station, by train or bus, and then take the T to Arlington.) Amusingly, Friday morning, I was telling some of my co-workers about the very cheap Greyhound tickets from New York to Boston that can be bought online.

I considered cancelling this trip, but we'd already not seen each other in six weeks, which feels like a long time (we average about every four), and if I'd not gone this weekend it would have been over two months between visits, which wouldn't have been good. We were quiet and domestic, mostly--that is, we did go as far as Cambridge, to eat pho and buy tea, before getting groceries. My major contribution to domesticity for the weekend was carving the chicken. Adrian fed me a nice mushroom-barley soup. [livejournal.com profile] cattitude has mentioned corn chowder. It tastes like winter.

I came home to an unrelated but very pleasant thank-you email. (*waves* in the direction of Minnesota)
They're discussing characters with skill points in "getting people to set the cheese on fire."

I went to the gym today, had a very good workout, then collected [livejournal.com profile] adrian_turtle at the bus station. She'll be with us through Thanksgiving.

Dim sum and then zoo Saturday with [livejournal.com profile] cattitude, [livejournal.com profile] quility, and [livejournal.com profile] jdoggiedog. Fun, though the otters have moved to Brooklyn. [livejournal.com profile] supergee and [livejournal.com profile] womzilla were also with us for dim sum, so three people I hadn't seen in too long, plus one I met for the first time.

Above and beyond: deciding to verify my strong hunch that an Aristotle quote said "ανθρωποι" rather than ανδοι" and thus that it was more accurate as well as more feminist to translate as "All people by nature desire to know" than "All men by nature desire to know." Perseus has the original text of Metaphysics conveniently online.
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They're discussing characters with skill points in "getting people to set the cheese on fire."

I went to the gym today, had a very good workout, then collected [livejournal.com profile] adrian_turtle at the bus station. She'll be with us through Thanksgiving.

Dim sum and then zoo Saturday with [livejournal.com profile] cattitude, [livejournal.com profile] quility, and [livejournal.com profile] jdoggiedog. Fun, though the otters have moved to Brooklyn. [livejournal.com profile] supergee and [livejournal.com profile] womzilla were also with us for dim sum, so three people I hadn't seen in too long, plus one I met for the first time.

Above and beyond: deciding to verify my strong hunch that an Aristotle quote said "ανθρωποι" rather than ανδοι" and thus that it was more accurate as well as more feminist to translate as "All people by nature desire to know" than "All men by nature desire to know." Perseus has the original text of Metaphysics conveniently online.
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( Oct. 28th, 2007 07:07 pm)
It's still all green, but the heat is on, for the first time this season. With a predicted low of 40 F (5 C), I'm glad of it.

[livejournal.com profile] roadnotes came up here for the afternoon, and she, [livejournal.com profile] cattitude, and I had a pleasant afternoon of conversation and tea-drinking. News, people, and me trying to get a handle on why I've been feeling tense. The time with her helped ease it, though, which may be more useful than tracking down the cause(s). We talked about pasts and the fallibility of memory (I'm particularly bad at tracking duration), work in its various aspects, and people, past, present, and we hope future.
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( Oct. 28th, 2007 07:07 pm)
It's still all green, but the heat is on, for the first time this season. With a predicted low of 40 F (5 C), I'm glad of it.

[livejournal.com profile] roadnotes came up here for the afternoon, and she, [livejournal.com profile] cattitude, and I had a pleasant afternoon of conversation and tea-drinking. News, people, and me trying to get a handle on why I've been feeling tense. The time with her helped ease it, though, which may be more useful than tracking down the cause(s). We talked about pasts and the fallibility of memory (I'm particularly bad at tracking duration), work in its various aspects, and people, past, present, and we hope future.
I spent last weekend visiting [livejournal.com profile] adrian_turtle, which is always good. She and I spent Saturday afternoon with [livejournal.com profile] alanro and [livejournal.com profile] shikzoid, who were in town for other reasons (partly to do with Alan's job). I'd not seen them in a while, and Adrian had never met them. They got along quite well: ice cream (Tosci's) and conversation about life and relationships and books. I don't, at the moment, remember what precise remark of Adrian's led to me saying to Alan and Shikzoid, on the T platform, "See why I love this woman?"

Adrian also sent me home with some good advice (to do with taking care of my shoulder), which I have been taking: Saturday night, I asked her, if she saw me doing something stupid or dangerously careless with regard to health and such, to please tell me. So she did, noting that she only has one [livejournal.com profile] redbird and my mother isn't making any more. I sent [livejournal.com profile] cattitude email, cc'd to myself and to Q, to help me remember to deal with it, and this morning when I got to work I not only reminded my boss I need a better chair, I came up with a workaround for the bad mouse position, involving a rolling file cabinet whose surface is at a better height than my desk's. And Q reminded me about the issue in email today, as I'd requested, and I was glad to be able to say "yes, I've done these things to fix it." My loves take good care of me.
I spent last weekend visiting [livejournal.com profile] adrian_turtle, which is always good. She and I spent Saturday afternoon with [livejournal.com profile] alanro and [livejournal.com profile] shikzoid, who were in town for other reasons (partly to do with Alan's job). I'd not seen them in a while, and Adrian had never met them. They got along quite well: ice cream (Tosci's) and conversation about life and relationships and books. I don't, at the moment, remember what precise remark of Adrian's led to me saying to Alan and Shikzoid, on the T platform, "See why I love this woman?"

Adrian also sent me home with some good advice (to do with taking care of my shoulder), which I have been taking: Saturday night, I asked her, if she saw me doing something stupid or dangerously careless with regard to health and such, to please tell me. So she did, noting that she only has one [livejournal.com profile] redbird and my mother isn't making any more. I sent [livejournal.com profile] cattitude email, cc'd to myself and to Q, to help me remember to deal with it, and this morning when I got to work I not only reminded my boss I need a better chair, I came up with a workaround for the bad mouse position, involving a rolling file cabinet whose surface is at a better height than my desk's. And Q reminded me about the issue in email today, as I'd requested, and I was glad to be able to say "yes, I've done these things to fix it." My loves take good care of me.
I took advantage of the holiday to get a proper long workout in. Then I met [livejournal.com profile] roadnotes, [livejournal.com profile] baldanders, and [livejournal.com profile] cattitude for lunch at Mingala. This time we were able to check which pork dish we wanted, because I wrote it down in my Palm last time. That, basil duck, ginger chicken, the usual ginger salad (which I didn't like as much this time, for some reason) and chicken and corn soup (it was definitely soup weather) were a fine meal, and the conversation was better.

After lunch, Cattitude went off to do work-type stuff, and the rest of us walked around a little. Roadnotes and I bought socks, then they went in search of other clothes and a DVD or two, and I came home, with a stop for rye bread. About half the loaf is now in the freezer for future sandwiches; some may become sandwiches as soon as Wednesday morning (I don't have enough cold cuts to make a sandwich to take to work tomorrow).

Once home, I had tea, then did a bit of research work. An hour or so, then sent a report off to my client. We talked yesterday, and I want to make sure we're on the same page about his expectations. It's odd having gone from being significantly under-employed to having slightly over a full-time job.

gym notes )
I took advantage of the holiday to get a proper long workout in. Then I met [livejournal.com profile] roadnotes, [livejournal.com profile] baldanders, and [livejournal.com profile] cattitude for lunch at Mingala. This time we were able to check which pork dish we wanted, because I wrote it down in my Palm last time. That, basil duck, ginger chicken, the usual ginger salad (which I didn't like as much this time, for some reason) and chicken and corn soup (it was definitely soup weather) were a fine meal, and the conversation was better.

After lunch, Cattitude went off to do work-type stuff, and the rest of us walked around a little. Roadnotes and I bought socks, then they went in search of other clothes and a DVD or two, and I came home, with a stop for rye bread. About half the loaf is now in the freezer for future sandwiches; some may become sandwiches as soon as Wednesday morning (I don't have enough cold cuts to make a sandwich to take to work tomorrow).

Once home, I had tea, then did a bit of research work. An hour or so, then sent a report off to my client. We talked yesterday, and I want to make sure we're on the same page about his expectations. It's odd having gone from being significantly under-employed to having slightly over a full-time job.

gym notes )
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( Jan. 6th, 2007 09:28 pm)
I've spent much of the last day or so burbling to [livejournal.com profile] cattitude about my most recent trip: some of the conversation, some of the food, some of the general Montreal stuff. One thing that this brought to my attention is that before this past week, I hadn't really had time to talk seriously with [livejournal.com profile] papersky since last Easter: she was away in Britain when I visited in the summer, and she had a lot of other people to talk to during the Farthing Party.

This visit, we got plenty of time to talk, including but not limited to time by ourselves in the mornings, at home and out shopping, especially the last morning I was there, and I feel more solidly connected again. Nine months isn't long enough for me to have been strongly aware of what I was missing, but it was enough time for us both to have be missing it. We talked about writing, about other kinds of work, about people we love, about Montreal, about tea, all sorts of things. It wasn't just time for the two of us: three or four or five people feels different from forty or fifty, or even from smaller groups within a party of 20 or 30 attendees. When Papersky, [livejournal.com profile] rysmiel, [livejournal.com profile] hobbitbabe, and I spent a day together eating dim sum, going to the Biodome, then tea at Cha Noir and dinner at the Peruvian restaurant, it was the same four of us all day, and we knew it would be. That's a lot less hurried, without the sense of trying to talk to lots of cool people in a short period.

Also, I was sleep-deprived at the Farthing Party, and thus less focused on the conversation than I'd have liked, and don't remember it that well.
redbird: closeup of me drinking tea, in a friend's kitchen (Default)
( Jan. 6th, 2007 09:28 pm)
I've spent much of the last day or so burbling to [livejournal.com profile] cattitude about my most recent trip: some of the conversation, some of the food, some of the general Montreal stuff. One thing that this brought to my attention is that before this past week, I hadn't really had time to talk seriously with [livejournal.com profile] papersky since last Easter: she was away in Britain when I visited in the summer, and she had a lot of other people to talk to during the Farthing Party.

This visit, we got plenty of time to talk, including but not limited to time by ourselves in the mornings, at home and out shopping, especially the last morning I was there, and I feel more solidly connected again. Nine months isn't long enough for me to have been strongly aware of what I was missing, but it was enough time for us both to have be missing it. We talked about writing, about other kinds of work, about people we love, about Montreal, about tea, all sorts of things. It wasn't just time for the two of us: three or four or five people feels different from forty or fifty, or even from smaller groups within a party of 20 or 30 attendees. When Papersky, [livejournal.com profile] rysmiel, [livejournal.com profile] hobbitbabe, and I spent a day together eating dim sum, going to the Biodome, then tea at Cha Noir and dinner at the Peruvian restaurant, it was the same four of us all day, and we knew it would be. That's a lot less hurried, without the sense of trying to talk to lots of cool people in a short period.

Also, I was sleep-deprived at the Farthing Party, and thus less focused on the conversation than I'd have liked, and don't remember it that well.
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