Progressing through life...
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elfsFriday was relatively unproductive. After the incident with Fry's, I was relatively disenchanted with the day, but Omaha insisted that we head out to Kouryou-chan's school end-of-year picnic. Omaha made a big deal out of bringing Kouryou-chan's ancient kite which she somehow managed to get into the air, and it flew pretty well, attracting a lot of attention from some of the primary boys. Kouryou-chan thought it was pretty cool, too. We ate too many hotdogs and drank too much lemonade, said good-bye to just about the best damn teacher I know, who's moving away to Texas.
We left, and I picked up my new meds. Sigh, that's another $420 a year I need to spend to maintain my burning, rotting hunk of poorly-organized seawater.
We got home sometime after seven. I headed back out to spend the evening with a friend who wanted some company.
Today was productive. I killed the lawnmower. It's dead. Burned out. It snarfed up some heavy-duty cord and somehow managed to soldier on with the drag until the motor finally burned out completely, sending up small trails of hot white smoke. We tried to clean it in the hopes that it was a temporary condition, but no dice. Plugged it in and got no heartbeat.
I ran Kouryou-chan around to her dance rehearsal and the ballet school's annual "client appreciation" day, which was an excuse to eat more hot dogs and chips and watermelon.
I also continued to work on Website 5.0. (I stumbled upon a copy of version 2 recently; it wasn't too bad, all things considered). Could benefit from some modern stylin' and stuff, but for 1998 it was pretty damn good. I've gotten some pushback from Code Fairy; she wants Story Arcs to be broken out into its own table so that summaries on a "per novel" basis can be done, like book blurbs. I'm thinking about it.
I had to deal with angst and anguish from my Mom. Apparently she and my sister aren't speaking to each other anymore, and it's got Mom really upset, so she decided to drink and call me and tell me all about how she tried so hard to be a good mom even while taking care of my great-uncle (the one who survived Auschwitz) through his Alzheimers (it hit him when he was 90, and he lived to 96).
And I scrubbed out the master bath today, with my scrub-brush on a drill. Whee, that thing really works! Totally cleaned up the whole place instantly, I just put some Comet paste on the bristles and went to town.
We left, and I picked up my new meds. Sigh, that's another $420 a year I need to spend to maintain my burning, rotting hunk of poorly-organized seawater.
We got home sometime after seven. I headed back out to spend the evening with a friend who wanted some company.
Today was productive. I killed the lawnmower. It's dead. Burned out. It snarfed up some heavy-duty cord and somehow managed to soldier on with the drag until the motor finally burned out completely, sending up small trails of hot white smoke. We tried to clean it in the hopes that it was a temporary condition, but no dice. Plugged it in and got no heartbeat.
I ran Kouryou-chan around to her dance rehearsal and the ballet school's annual "client appreciation" day, which was an excuse to eat more hot dogs and chips and watermelon.
I also continued to work on Website 5.0. (I stumbled upon a copy of version 2 recently; it wasn't too bad, all things considered). Could benefit from some modern stylin' and stuff, but for 1998 it was pretty damn good. I've gotten some pushback from Code Fairy; she wants Story Arcs to be broken out into its own table so that summaries on a "per novel" basis can be done, like book blurbs. I'm thinking about it.
I had to deal with angst and anguish from my Mom. Apparently she and my sister aren't speaking to each other anymore, and it's got Mom really upset, so she decided to drink and call me and tell me all about how she tried so hard to be a good mom even while taking care of my great-uncle (the one who survived Auschwitz) through his Alzheimers (it hit him when he was 90, and he lived to 96).
And I scrubbed out the master bath today, with my scrub-brush on a drill. Whee, that thing really works! Totally cleaned up the whole place instantly, I just put some Comet paste on the bristles and went to town.
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Memories...
Date: 2008-06-15 06:32 am (UTC)Damn, you make it sound so sexy!
2) http://web.archive.org/web/20010124062900/www.halcyon.com/elf/
Damn^2, that brings back memories! I lived on that page a lot back then.
MPK
Re: Memories...
Date: 2008-06-15 11:44 am (UTC)I agree with that. That page is very, very familiar...
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Date: 2008-06-15 11:07 am (UTC)I love your work and respect you have other stuff to do in your life, but I've come so close to giving up checking the journal entries page or pendorwright/here entirely in the hope of a new story.
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Date: 2008-06-15 12:29 pm (UTC)I always find something to read when I visit, I like rereading the stories, they're like seeing old friends sometimes.
~E
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Date: 2008-06-15 05:56 pm (UTC)OK, I gotta say it. $420 a year? That's it? Good grief dude you don't have a clue what maintenance meds cost! ;p Just think, as you get older you might collect enough that they'll make a difference in tax write-offs.