places my brain has been of late
Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005 11:22 pmOh, so tired. And I still have not done dishes. Or rewritten my very extensive (half-crossed-off, then augmented) to-do list.
Mylittle brother turned 31 today. Happy birthday, Rick.
Last weekend I finally fixed the blinds in my bedroom -- or rather, took a pair of pliers to the broken knob, and TURNED it so that the blinds actually darken at last. They've been broken as long as I've lived here. I don't know why I didn't try this sooner. Ever since, I have been going to bed at 11:30, setting the alarm for 7:45, and waking up *exhausted*. I actually think this means I am sleeping more soundly, and feeling groggy because I'm interrupting the sleep cycle at the wrong point. -- Or maybe it's just a reaction to my elevated daytime stress. But it is strange. Even the Mother Of All Thunderstorms the other night woke me only far enough to feel a little unnerved, and otherwise to wish it would go away and let me go back to sleep.
Someone in Marshfield is selling a 1987 VW Cabrio (convertible), automatic, on Craigslist. *pines* My longtime dream car. For not too much money. I could very nearly pay cash for it. *pines* And it is shiny and green. Go ahead, say it: pine green. Yuh-huh!
Yesterday evening (after blowing $40 at the Body Shop; thank you, retail therapy) I went to B&N looking for a Hebrew phrasebook, which I found... and then I found myself in the neighboring Psychology section, and I looked at books on coping with a couple of different topics which I shall not specify, except to say that they provided some illumination. I was standing there reading with tears in my eyes. I hope I learned at least one or two things that will prove valuable. At least I have some avenues to pursue.
A week from Friday, Tiger Boy will be home again.
A week from Sunday, I fly to Amsterdam, and thence to Israel for 10 days.
I am of course excited to see Jerusalem... and it really is kind of a shame (since beaching is one of the things
chanalehs like best) that I won't be staying longer to go down to Eilat with
ablock and jweiss... but looking ahead, it is Tzfat that is calling to me. Art and angels and alef-bet. In the mountains. (And did I mention the klezmer festival?)
I need to clean house.
I need to pack.
Perhaps I need to take up meditation.
EDIT: Okay, well, at least I did some dishes. Good enough. *zonk*
My
Last weekend I finally fixed the blinds in my bedroom -- or rather, took a pair of pliers to the broken knob, and TURNED it so that the blinds actually darken at last. They've been broken as long as I've lived here. I don't know why I didn't try this sooner. Ever since, I have been going to bed at 11:30, setting the alarm for 7:45, and waking up *exhausted*. I actually think this means I am sleeping more soundly, and feeling groggy because I'm interrupting the sleep cycle at the wrong point. -- Or maybe it's just a reaction to my elevated daytime stress. But it is strange. Even the Mother Of All Thunderstorms the other night woke me only far enough to feel a little unnerved, and otherwise to wish it would go away and let me go back to sleep.
Someone in Marshfield is selling a 1987 VW Cabrio (convertible), automatic, on Craigslist. *pines* My longtime dream car. For not too much money. I could very nearly pay cash for it. *pines* And it is shiny and green. Go ahead, say it: pine green. Yuh-huh!
Yesterday evening (after blowing $40 at the Body Shop; thank you, retail therapy) I went to B&N looking for a Hebrew phrasebook, which I found... and then I found myself in the neighboring Psychology section, and I looked at books on coping with a couple of different topics which I shall not specify, except to say that they provided some illumination. I was standing there reading with tears in my eyes. I hope I learned at least one or two things that will prove valuable. At least I have some avenues to pursue.
A week from Friday, Tiger Boy will be home again.
A week from Sunday, I fly to Amsterdam, and thence to Israel for 10 days.
I am of course excited to see Jerusalem... and it really is kind of a shame (since beaching is one of the things
I need to clean house.
I need to pack.
Perhaps I need to take up meditation.
EDIT: Okay, well, at least I did some dishes. Good enough. *zonk*
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Date: Thursday, August 4th, 2005 05:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Thursday, August 4th, 2005 06:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Thursday, August 4th, 2005 12:01 pm (UTC)All it is, is that I am a bit nervous about private-party sales, and about the concept of taking on my first car in general. But, I am a competent adult, and people do it every day...
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Date: Thursday, August 4th, 2005 12:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Thursday, August 4th, 2005 02:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Thursday, August 4th, 2005 02:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Thursday, August 4th, 2005 02:54 pm (UTC)Of course, you'll have to get permission from the current owner to do this, but I strongly advise you to make that a dealbreaker.
I know of an excellent mechanic near where you live: the Good News Garage, 75 Hamilton St. (it's run by Ray Magliozzi of "Car Talk"). I don't know of any near Marshfield, but go to the Mechan-X Files on the Car Talk website and plug in 02050 and you'll find plenty.
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Date: Thursday, August 4th, 2005 02:58 pm (UTC)Huzzah!
The Vortex
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Date: Thursday, August 4th, 2005 02:59 pm (UTC)The Marshfield lady actually wrote back this morning to say she has someone lined up to buy the car now, but if it falls through for some reason, she'll let me know. Still, it's put the bug in my ear. :-)
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Date: Thursday, August 4th, 2005 03:11 pm (UTC)(also
we know some veteran cl buyers
who i am sure could give some help...)
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Date: Thursday, August 4th, 2005 10:18 pm (UTC)It's funny the way something can be broken for months or years and then all of a sudden one day it bothers you and you fix it in five minutes.
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Date: Friday, August 5th, 2005 03:44 am (UTC)