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Entry the Four Hundred and Eighty Ninth01 December 2002 Lazy (?) Sunday Richard had some yoga DVDs I borrowed. Did the "P.M. Yoga" workout this evening and it proved one very important thing - my hamstrings are far, far too tight. We shall be working on this. I think the sudafed this morning killed my appetite. I stayed over at his place for the first time in a while (damned cold), which was very nice. I don't think I stay over there often enough - I always drag him up here to the Moose Den. But we got up and ready, went over to Teaism and, well, my appetite failed me. I mean totally failed me. Nothing they had appealed to me, and I just really didn't want to eat anything. Which was really weird because I hardly ever turn down food (much to my waistline's chagrin). I felt bad letting him get food and then not getting anything at all, but if you don't want to eat, don't force it (most days). Headed back up the hill and promptly rearranged the furniture. Don't know what got into me, but I was tired of the wall-to-wall set up (couches staring at each other from opposite walls), so I moved stuff around. Still not at 100%, but once I (finally!) get rid of the bed in there I'll have another foot and a half of floor space in front of the one couch, which should help tremendously. Past that, not a lot else. Some light cleaning, phone calls, checking out the yoga DVDs, etc. Saw a play this evening with Lawrence that seemed to last forever (1.5 hour 1st act, 1 hour 2nd act. Oy) and used what we would deem offense language far, far too often (was set in the 1920s). Well acted, but still. Then back here to do yoga, write, and get to sleep. Archives |
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Entry the Four Hundred and Ninetieth02 December 2002 Out with the old... I think the new commissioners are agreed on a few things after tonight's meeting:
These damned things just take too long right now. But anyway, am home, am having camomile tea, am going to bed soon. Archives |
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Entry the Four Hundred and Ninety First04 December 2002 First Snow Cooking my own food for dinner and carrying the same for leftovers is so much cheaper. Not to mention that I don't have to go out in sub-freezing temperatures to hunt down food at lunch, which is always a plus. The entire city (at least the federal employees and the school kids) is eagerly anticipating the arrival of snow later this evening/tomorrow morning, the first of the season. And all (at least the federal employees and the school kids) are hoping it'll snow enough to keep us out of work/school tomorrow, too. At least, I know this fed is hoping so, as is the cute man reading in his living room at the moment. As one of my co-workers said, as we overheard people excitedly discussing snow in the hallway, "It's like grade school all over again! The barometric pressures drops and the hyperactivity levels rise!" So true. Of course, ask me about cold weather and snow in, say, two days, and I'll be over it. Totally over it. But the first snow of the season is always exciting. Especially when it might mean getting out of the normal workday commitments. Archives |
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Entry the Four Hundred and Ninety Second07 December 2002 Overload Training session for new commissioners today. Dear heavens but there is so much to learn. All of the new commissioners from my ANC (that would be all of us!) were looking at each other afterward as if we were insane for signing up for this. The main thing was that no one wants to be treasurer now. :-/ I didn't, mainly because I deal with government finances all day long, and the idea of more of that outside of work just seems icky. Depending on the meeting Monday evening, though, I may volunteer, albeit reluctantly. At least then we'd have someone who knew something about government accounting messing with the stuff. Ugh and double ugh, though. Nice lunch with the commissioners afterward, back in the neighborhood. The restaurant itself seemed like it had okay food, so long as you weren't vegan. *sigh* The salad I had was uninspired and bland, but passable. Ah well, I can endure boring food on occasion. The talk was much more interesting. In some ways, it drove home how different the straight and queer experiences can be (i.e., even though I never touch them, I know a great deal about drugs, what they supposedly do for you, where to get them, etc.; mentioning the same seemed to shock one of two of the others). In others, it brought out the commonalities of interests we have with our sections of the neighborhood. One very interesting point was that the majority of us feel more kinship with the neighborhood to our east, the one that's up and coming and developing, than do most of the current commissioners, who evince more kinship with the neighborhoods across the park from us (to the west). That should prove a fascinating detail to watch. The amount of information, and sources of information, is going to be something to get used to. There's just so much stuff out there for us to deal with and/or focus on, that a definite rationing of effort will be called for. Archives |
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Entry the Four Hundred and Ninety Third17 December 2002 Timing Have sat down a few times to write things, but no luck this far. Just been busy between heading home this weekend to see the 'rents with Richard, meeting last night with the new Commissioners, and just all the other mess of life. Did decide to take an easy night tonight, do my laundry, vacuum, take out the recycling, and then get some sleep earlier than I have been (midnight plus) the past week or so. Slipping on caffeine usage hadn't helped, either. Nor did it help my mental state. Caffeine = not sleeping = not feeling good = vicious cycle = bad, bad thing. Managed to stay off of it entirely today, but it was a rough transition. Wanted to crash halfway through the afternoon. ... I started writing and got a couple phone calls, so now is later than I wanted to be up so I'm going to crash now so I can get up and perhaps go running for the first time in a month, since I got the new shoes! Night. Archives |
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Entry the Four Hundred and Ninety Fourth30 December 2002 Update 02/12/30 5:52 p.m. My resolution, since it is the time to do these things, is to allow myself to experience more satisfaction from my life. 'Nuff said. Spent what seemed to be an inordinate amount of time calling various people today, both job and ANC related. The recently begun patrols through the neighborhood with citizens and police officers seems to be going well. We walked last week and we'll walk twice this week, so for now at least there is enough mass to sustain it. Work has inched forward a half-step on the job switch. Each bit helps, though the pace frustrates. I have the friend of a friend, a "Lost Puppy," staying with me temporarily while they find housing. Puppy is 20, clueless, and hearing impared. I still don't understand fully why I agreed to this, but I did, so now I'm stuck for the next week or so. Mental note: the proper answer is "no." Poor Puppy didn't know he was getting someone who wouldn't coddle him, though. I forced an accounting of funds and proved he could make it to work and back with what he had, so off to work he went, no arguments accepted. There seems a bit of strain in communications between Richard and me of late which I think is due to holiday scheduling and stress. There are so many pressures for couples at the holidays, so many assumptions made about who's going where with whom, and who needs to be invited together and all that mess. We'll work through it, it's been a good holiday season thus far, so no sense ending it all silly and miffed because we didn't talk. We have tonight together, post-dinner plans with friends, so it'll get worked out then. Archives |
