Don't you hate it when you have a meeting and everyone who is supposed to be there isn't? What's the point in having the meeting when all the players don't play. Sigh. So, it was rescheduled. Yippee! I did get some work in the office accomplished, though. And my new time sheets for The Smith's hourly employees, me included, will get their first trial run starting next week. I can hardly wait.
And there we have it. The excitement for the day. Woo hoo! We can all take a break now. Phew! Ah. If only I knew someone who was a masseuse who could come in and give me a good working over. Heck, I would like a massage of any kind at this point in my life. Maybe after my next pay check? I think we get paid every two weeks...
Aide day! Yippee! Mom says she doesn't need the company - but she does so enjoy an audience. For a while. Then she is over it. Jenny is great, though. I am very happy that we have her helping out.
Some of you may have noticed that I am have not been writing much about relationships or the lack there of. That is because there is nothing to write. Nothing positive that is. Which is sad. And not worth writing about. So, I am not writing about it. Yay?
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Friday, August 30, 2013
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Fixing a hole...
If you are tired of reading about my days, I can't really blame you. Though, you must admit, I do sneak in a bit of drama, perhaps a soupçon of humor, a dollop of philosophy and who knows, maybe a scintilla of ultimate truth. Ok, maybe not. It is just a blog about life. And such...
And such was life yesterday. Again, I didn't sleep well. But I managed to get enough sleep that I made it through the day. Yay! Making it through a day is a good thing. The weather was still cool here in beautiful Geneva NY, so I grabbed a long sleeve shirt out of my closet. Turned out it was one I hadn't worn in a long time - maybe as long as since I first got it in 1996 - that's right - 17 years ago! Eeeek! Time flies as one becomes more ripe. 17 years ago, I was working for Macromedia in San Francisco (I really hate it when people call it San Fran - don't know why, I guess I am just a hater at heart) and we were "Shocking" people's web experiences. I was a presenter at the tradeshow and had a great time. Met one of my future ex-girlfriends there. This shirt brought back a lot of memories for me. Mom recognized that she had never seen it before. Still amazes me what she remembers and what she doesn't.
I spent part of the morning figuring out what I needed to do that day and what I needed to do the day after that, which would be today. I still haven't figured out what I need to do today, but I did do what I figured I had to do yesterday. Or at least I did what I did yesterday...
Lunch got served early-ish so that I could get everything done that needed to get done. Like more errands. This time, only a few. More pills for mom - sadly, my Favorite Pharmacist wasn't there. And more laundry. I did one load of laundry, a teeny load, comprised mostly of vomit tainted things from yesterday's mishap. The funniest part of this was finding all of the little green puff balls that used to adorn the bottom of the stool cover. I recovered about 10 of them - but from a cursory glance at the cover, I didn't really miss them. Yay! While the laundry was launderying, I walked to Tops to get a few groceries. Wegman's was working on their dairy section, so I didn't get any yogurt there yesterday and I rightly guessed that Tops would not also be working on their dairy section. Yogurt for mom! Rah! Gotta keep her fed as long as she has an appetite! On the way back from Tops, I passed my favorite Staples employee on a smoke (ick) break and complimented her on her engagement ring. She waggled it at me again and seemed happy to be engaged.
Back home again, I folded up all the laundry that had been hung around the house, creatively, I must add (like over my door, and in the red room, etc.) as well as the most lately washed stuff and distributed it and the laundry that had been folded yesterday. Then I did some work in the study, moving boxes in the ongoing excavation of the alcove. I think I dug out all the boxes that contained old mom stuff. Yippee! Baby steps.
Oh, I took a minute to install the hook in the back entry way - the one I mentioned yesterday. Got out my electric drill, made a pilot hole and screwed the hook in. Mr. Handy strikes again. That wasn't so hard. Then I carried a metallic desk from the 40s (I think) down to the depths where it will reside for the rest of time! Bwahahahahahahaha!
Before I knew it, it was dinner time - we had to have it a bit early in order to get to the Smith for me to show a film. Speaking of which, there is a bit of a kerfuffle this weekend because there are four showings of a film and no one is available to cover them all. I have reluctantly agreed to do one, because Grace was gracious (I mean, you would expect her to be with that name) enough to agree to come and sit through it.
Last night's movie was Charlie Chaplin's Modern Times. I have seen it before - in a classroom situation. It was cool to see it in a theatre on the big screen! Decently attended, there were some kids in the audience who were, surprisingly, quite tickled by it! I heard them laughing from where I was perched up in the balcony! Mom thought it was too long at 87 minutes.
After getting back, mom had ice cream and stayed up watching TV for a while. I played a little bit and then watched Pitch Perfect, which I had forgotten had arrived. I am glad I decided to watch it. Sure, it was like Bring it On (again and again and again) and Glee and any number of freaks and geeks triumphing in the end movies, but I love those. Lots. Good music, pretty scenery, what's not to like?
Oh, I forgot, I took myself off of POF for the time being. I am still on OK Cupid. (Both are dating sites.)
And such was life yesterday. Again, I didn't sleep well. But I managed to get enough sleep that I made it through the day. Yay! Making it through a day is a good thing. The weather was still cool here in beautiful Geneva NY, so I grabbed a long sleeve shirt out of my closet. Turned out it was one I hadn't worn in a long time - maybe as long as since I first got it in 1996 - that's right - 17 years ago! Eeeek! Time flies as one becomes more ripe. 17 years ago, I was working for Macromedia in San Francisco (I really hate it when people call it San Fran - don't know why, I guess I am just a hater at heart) and we were "Shocking" people's web experiences. I was a presenter at the tradeshow and had a great time. Met one of my future ex-girlfriends there. This shirt brought back a lot of memories for me. Mom recognized that she had never seen it before. Still amazes me what she remembers and what she doesn't.
I spent part of the morning figuring out what I needed to do that day and what I needed to do the day after that, which would be today. I still haven't figured out what I need to do today, but I did do what I figured I had to do yesterday. Or at least I did what I did yesterday...
Lunch got served early-ish so that I could get everything done that needed to get done. Like more errands. This time, only a few. More pills for mom - sadly, my Favorite Pharmacist wasn't there. And more laundry. I did one load of laundry, a teeny load, comprised mostly of vomit tainted things from yesterday's mishap. The funniest part of this was finding all of the little green puff balls that used to adorn the bottom of the stool cover. I recovered about 10 of them - but from a cursory glance at the cover, I didn't really miss them. Yay! While the laundry was launderying, I walked to Tops to get a few groceries. Wegman's was working on their dairy section, so I didn't get any yogurt there yesterday and I rightly guessed that Tops would not also be working on their dairy section. Yogurt for mom! Rah! Gotta keep her fed as long as she has an appetite! On the way back from Tops, I passed my favorite Staples employee on a smoke (ick) break and complimented her on her engagement ring. She waggled it at me again and seemed happy to be engaged.
Back home again, I folded up all the laundry that had been hung around the house, creatively, I must add (like over my door, and in the red room, etc.) as well as the most lately washed stuff and distributed it and the laundry that had been folded yesterday. Then I did some work in the study, moving boxes in the ongoing excavation of the alcove. I think I dug out all the boxes that contained old mom stuff. Yippee! Baby steps.
Oh, I took a minute to install the hook in the back entry way - the one I mentioned yesterday. Got out my electric drill, made a pilot hole and screwed the hook in. Mr. Handy strikes again. That wasn't so hard. Then I carried a metallic desk from the 40s (I think) down to the depths where it will reside for the rest of time! Bwahahahahahahaha!
Before I knew it, it was dinner time - we had to have it a bit early in order to get to the Smith for me to show a film. Speaking of which, there is a bit of a kerfuffle this weekend because there are four showings of a film and no one is available to cover them all. I have reluctantly agreed to do one, because Grace was gracious (I mean, you would expect her to be with that name) enough to agree to come and sit through it.
Last night's movie was Charlie Chaplin's Modern Times. I have seen it before - in a classroom situation. It was cool to see it in a theatre on the big screen! Decently attended, there were some kids in the audience who were, surprisingly, quite tickled by it! I heard them laughing from where I was perched up in the balcony! Mom thought it was too long at 87 minutes.
After getting back, mom had ice cream and stayed up watching TV for a while. I played a little bit and then watched Pitch Perfect, which I had forgotten had arrived. I am glad I decided to watch it. Sure, it was like Bring it On (again and again and again) and Glee and any number of freaks and geeks triumphing in the end movies, but I love those. Lots. Good music, pretty scenery, what's not to like?
Oh, I forgot, I took myself off of POF for the time being. I am still on OK Cupid. (Both are dating sites.)
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Misplaced my camera
Well, my mom's camera, actually, has been misplaced. After wearing it on my hip for most of the last year, I put it down somewhere and now I can't find it. Grrr. It will turn up. Unless mom put it somewhere, then it might be gone forever. We still haven't found her glasses. Probably won't find her glasses until we move out of this house. (Found the camera at least...)
I forgot one of the most exciting things that happened on Friday. I made a bit of caramel popcorn by melting some caramels in the microwave. Not perfect, but tasty anyway!
Now that Saturday is "in the can" Sunday has arrived in all of its splendor! My brother and his children arrive much later today - probably past midnight - so officially Monday, but who is counting. Before he gets here, I still have to make his bed. I am going to jump right on that. Oh, and I need to plan something for dinner tonight. Oops, I don't think I have any kid friendly food for breakfast on Monday. Hmm, something else to think about.
Saturday was again a not very productive day. It was chilly here in Geneva, NY so I did my best not to go out too much. I did get to the store, Wegman's, and bought some comestibles. And will go again today. I bought a cabbage and forgot to get more mayonnaise to enable me to make my version of coleslaw. It is coleslaw time of year. And I got more corn on the cob, which mom dutifully husked. Or shucked.
Later, I drove to Syracuse to meet a person from POF (Plenty of Fish) for a beer at Empire Brewing Company. I really don't like going out on Saturday nights - it is just so crowded. And this Saturday was no exception. Maybe I ought to change my mind, though. There were lots of pretty people wandering about.
I did manage to secure us two seats at the bar. After she arrived, rose between her teeth and a copy of 50 Shades of Grey III under her arm (as I had jokingly suggested), we had a lovely time chatting about this and that and the other thing. The time passed quickly, and suddenly it was pumpkin time for me. It really isn't that long a drive to and from Syracuse, in the greater scheme of things!
Unfortunately, the movie that I had put on for mom before I left malfunctioned - despite being washed. She said it quit on her soon after I left. Sigh. Technology - sometimes it can be frustrating. Not sure what to do about that movie. Probably toss it unless I can find a way to make it happy and work.
I just read an awesome little article - awesome because I agreed with it. I am, as some of you now, fairly liberal in my views of society and politics. Here is a link: http://www.glittersnipe.com/2012/07/04/dont-tread-on-me-either/
I forgot one of the most exciting things that happened on Friday. I made a bit of caramel popcorn by melting some caramels in the microwave. Not perfect, but tasty anyway!
Now that Saturday is "in the can" Sunday has arrived in all of its splendor! My brother and his children arrive much later today - probably past midnight - so officially Monday, but who is counting. Before he gets here, I still have to make his bed. I am going to jump right on that. Oh, and I need to plan something for dinner tonight. Oops, I don't think I have any kid friendly food for breakfast on Monday. Hmm, something else to think about.
Saturday was again a not very productive day. It was chilly here in Geneva, NY so I did my best not to go out too much. I did get to the store, Wegman's, and bought some comestibles. And will go again today. I bought a cabbage and forgot to get more mayonnaise to enable me to make my version of coleslaw. It is coleslaw time of year. And I got more corn on the cob, which mom dutifully husked. Or shucked.
Later, I drove to Syracuse to meet a person from POF (Plenty of Fish) for a beer at Empire Brewing Company. I really don't like going out on Saturday nights - it is just so crowded. And this Saturday was no exception. Maybe I ought to change my mind, though. There were lots of pretty people wandering about.
I did manage to secure us two seats at the bar. After she arrived, rose between her teeth and a copy of 50 Shades of Grey III under her arm (as I had jokingly suggested), we had a lovely time chatting about this and that and the other thing. The time passed quickly, and suddenly it was pumpkin time for me. It really isn't that long a drive to and from Syracuse, in the greater scheme of things!
Unfortunately, the movie that I had put on for mom before I left malfunctioned - despite being washed. She said it quit on her soon after I left. Sigh. Technology - sometimes it can be frustrating. Not sure what to do about that movie. Probably toss it unless I can find a way to make it happy and work.
I just read an awesome little article - awesome because I agreed with it. I am, as some of you now, fairly liberal in my views of society and politics. Here is a link: http://www.glittersnipe.com/2012/07/04/dont-tread-on-me-either/
Saturday, May 25, 2013
This is a blog. This is just a blog.
For those who don't know, this is a blog. Usually this particular blog is about my life and such. Hence the name. There are times when I write here just to hear myself out loud. Well, you know what I mean. Sometimes I whine just to hear myself whine. And then I can let it go. It's like when I hit my finger with a hammer - I like to howl and scream and generally carry on in a big way for a few seconds (or an hour) and then, amazingly, the pain seems less painful and I move on. I do sometimes exaggerate or make hyperbolic (there's that word again) statements. Just because I can. I do try to not prevaricate or obfuscate, but that does happen once in a while. Very infrequently - because I do, really, believe that honesty is the best and perhaps only policy to be followed in interpersonal communication. Except with my mom. But that is another story. I guess this is all to say: take what you read here with a grain of salt. If you feel compassionate or empathetic, great! If you want to fix me - probably not a good idea as I love me just the way I am. Now is perfect (kinda by definition).
Nothing much to write about the happenings of yesterday. I took the day off from doing anything too constructive besides writing. No, I am not working on a new book at this point. The writing I did yesterday was blogging, Daily Challenge and emails. Lots of POF and such emails.
I rented A Tale of Two Cities for mom to watch last night. I think she liked it, though it was too complicated for her, which is good information for me. I need to pick simpler things for her to watch. She really loves the nature videos I got for her - Planet Earth! I will need to watch them one day. One of the great things is that she doesn't really remember them, so she can watch them over and over again. Yay!
Maybe I will be more productive today. Maybe not. Only time will tell.
Nothing much to write about the happenings of yesterday. I took the day off from doing anything too constructive besides writing. No, I am not working on a new book at this point. The writing I did yesterday was blogging, Daily Challenge and emails. Lots of POF and such emails.
I rented A Tale of Two Cities for mom to watch last night. I think she liked it, though it was too complicated for her, which is good information for me. I need to pick simpler things for her to watch. She really loves the nature videos I got for her - Planet Earth! I will need to watch them one day. One of the great things is that she doesn't really remember them, so she can watch them over and over again. Yay!
Maybe I will be more productive today. Maybe not. Only time will tell.
Monday, May 13, 2013
Major Purge
Two of the boxes that found their way into the living room were filled with old software and manuals and such. What use is software on floppy discs to anyone? Or software that is older than dirt (pre-2000). None. Absolutely none. I did, though save a couple of manuals - just for the memories. I let go of another 25 pounds of stuff. At least. And started collecting CDs and Floppy Disks for recycling. Oh, and a bonus - saved lots of large, gallon size ziplock bags.
The other day, I noticed I was getting low on the large size ziplock bags - though I try to re-use them as often as possible. In sorting/culling/throwing away the software in the boxes mentioned about, I retrieved probably 30 bags, at least. Yay! Waste not, want not. Ok, not exactly always true, but still a decent maxim for us hoarders (in training) to live by.
Now, all the remains of the stuff downstairs is the clean-up. I ought to be down with that phase of the neatening by the end of the day today. Yippee!
I had another minor epiphany-let - do let me know if I am repeating myself. Buttering hot corn on the cob is not easy. There are various ways - roll the corn in the butter - makes the butter useless for much else - put the butter on a piece of bread and rub that on the corn - better - but not optimal. Of course, a pat of butter on a knife works for a little bit, but eventually fails. The best way is to use a brush. Warm butter works well. Melted butter works even better - though that takes effort and I usually just make do with the warmed butter.
In other news, I changed my Plenty of Fish profile a bit - added a little whining about getting only a 2% response rate on my messages. I mean, really, 2%? True, I tend to write women who appeal to me - and if they appeal to me, they probably appeal to most of the other men on the site - and so they are inundated with messages. And since I have pretty clear issues - my mom, my hair and beard, my shoe size, I can understand how some of them might look and chose not to write back. But 2%. Sigh.
The other day, I noticed I was getting low on the large size ziplock bags - though I try to re-use them as often as possible. In sorting/culling/throwing away the software in the boxes mentioned about, I retrieved probably 30 bags, at least. Yay! Waste not, want not. Ok, not exactly always true, but still a decent maxim for us hoarders (in training) to live by.
Now, all the remains of the stuff downstairs is the clean-up. I ought to be down with that phase of the neatening by the end of the day today. Yippee!
I had another minor epiphany-let - do let me know if I am repeating myself. Buttering hot corn on the cob is not easy. There are various ways - roll the corn in the butter - makes the butter useless for much else - put the butter on a piece of bread and rub that on the corn - better - but not optimal. Of course, a pat of butter on a knife works for a little bit, but eventually fails. The best way is to use a brush. Warm butter works well. Melted butter works even better - though that takes effort and I usually just make do with the warmed butter.
In other news, I changed my Plenty of Fish profile a bit - added a little whining about getting only a 2% response rate on my messages. I mean, really, 2%? True, I tend to write women who appeal to me - and if they appeal to me, they probably appeal to most of the other men on the site - and so they are inundated with messages. And since I have pretty clear issues - my mom, my hair and beard, my shoe size, I can understand how some of them might look and chose not to write back. But 2%. Sigh.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Felt Like Saturday and a few epiphanies for good measure
Now why would it feel like Saturday? Maybe because I have to work on the real Saturday? Hmm. But I did get a few things accomplished, despite the Saturday feel of the day.
I called the realtor that my friend Ted had spoken with about working to sell the house in North Carolina. No word from her back, yet.
Speaking of no word, most of the music that I ordered hasn't arrived. The second copy of Rhapsody in Blue did arrive and though it is easier, it still is really hard. I think I will have to wait a bit before delving into it more deeply. Instead, I am working on the second movement of the Moonlight Sonata. And I am thinking of working on the third at some point. Eeek.
I also paid the last bill of the month. Yay. Speaking of which, the city assessors office called and reminded us that we needed to get some paperwork in to apply for money off mom's taxes! How awesome are they and is that? I will try to do that Monday, or at the latest, Tuesday. I neglected to make copies of the tax stuff that Karl did for us. Sigh.
Not much else of note transpired yesterday. This morning I had a bit of a nightmare about working at the Smith. There was a party being prepared and I was hanging out with everyone when I a) missed the person I was currently enamored of and then not much later (in dream time) b) realized that I was late for working at the Smith. The last part of the dream was spent trying to find my black clothing and not being able to. Eeek!
I had a minor epiphany this morning about relationships. I wouldn't mind being the first person that someone else thinks about in the morning and the last person they think about at night. Other than themselves of course. And their blood kin or adopted kin. Or there best friends who might be going through difficult or exciting times. Or their neighbor. Or their goldfish that died four months ago...I know, it is a lot to ask, but it would be nice...
Another small epiphany - about dinner at home for mom when I am not around. I actually had two thoughts. One was that I could order food and have it delivered. There are some difficulties here - but nothing that couldn't be overcome. And the second was I could make something cold and leave it in the fridge for her. I am leaning towards that option for this evening. We shall see.
In rereading the above text, I realized something else that happened. I fell for a TV infomercial. I bought a little drain snake thing that was supposed to grab hair out of my drain. Right. Luckily I didn't pay what was asked on the TV. I found it for $.09 plus a lot of shipping (still cheaper than anywhere else I could find). So, although it doesn't seem to function as advertised (what a surprise), I am not out a whole large chunk of change. Yay!
I called the realtor that my friend Ted had spoken with about working to sell the house in North Carolina. No word from her back, yet.
Speaking of no word, most of the music that I ordered hasn't arrived. The second copy of Rhapsody in Blue did arrive and though it is easier, it still is really hard. I think I will have to wait a bit before delving into it more deeply. Instead, I am working on the second movement of the Moonlight Sonata. And I am thinking of working on the third at some point. Eeek.
I also paid the last bill of the month. Yay. Speaking of which, the city assessors office called and reminded us that we needed to get some paperwork in to apply for money off mom's taxes! How awesome are they and is that? I will try to do that Monday, or at the latest, Tuesday. I neglected to make copies of the tax stuff that Karl did for us. Sigh.
Not much else of note transpired yesterday. This morning I had a bit of a nightmare about working at the Smith. There was a party being prepared and I was hanging out with everyone when I a) missed the person I was currently enamored of and then not much later (in dream time) b) realized that I was late for working at the Smith. The last part of the dream was spent trying to find my black clothing and not being able to. Eeek!
I had a minor epiphany this morning about relationships. I wouldn't mind being the first person that someone else thinks about in the morning and the last person they think about at night. Other than themselves of course. And their blood kin or adopted kin. Or there best friends who might be going through difficult or exciting times. Or their neighbor. Or their goldfish that died four months ago...I know, it is a lot to ask, but it would be nice...
Another small epiphany - about dinner at home for mom when I am not around. I actually had two thoughts. One was that I could order food and have it delivered. There are some difficulties here - but nothing that couldn't be overcome. And the second was I could make something cold and leave it in the fridge for her. I am leaning towards that option for this evening. We shall see.
In rereading the above text, I realized something else that happened. I fell for a TV infomercial. I bought a little drain snake thing that was supposed to grab hair out of my drain. Right. Luckily I didn't pay what was asked on the TV. I found it for $.09 plus a lot of shipping (still cheaper than anywhere else I could find). So, although it doesn't seem to function as advertised (what a surprise), I am not out a whole large chunk of change. Yay!
Monday, September 3, 2012
Once
I am titling this post with the name of the movie we saw. Not because it was the best movie ever, but because, as I have pointed out in previous blogs, coming up with interesting titles for blog after blog (after blog) can be something of a challenge. So, once it is.
Something that happened again was that I thought of all sorts of things to write and didn't write them. I ought to have put them in a holding blog post. I forget that I don't have to post every blog I start. I could have copied and pasted from the other blog into the new one and there those thoughts would be. Fresh and happy and waiting for explanation and expansion. Sigh. Next time, I hope to remember that...
Big doings yesterday! Ok, not so big, really. I did actually meet someone from OKCupid! That was a good thing. We had "coffee," walked and chatted. And I learned about yarn bombing. It was great to spend time with an adult who didn't seem to have memory issues! :) It also reassured me that meeting new interesting people is possible. Woo hoo!
Sadly, while at the coffee place, the barrista called me by name - and though I recognized her (eventually) her name is no closer to my lips than it was yesterday. Sigh. I really do need to be better at names if I am going to be President. How embarrassing would it be to meet some foreign leader and not remember their name?!
My arm still hurts and I still don't know what it is. I do hope it will go away eventually. I no longer think it is the rotator cuff. I thought maybe it was the sign of some dread disease, but I looked up a couple and it doesn't seem to be a harbinger of doom. I think it is just some sort of muscle pain that hopefully will go away. Are you listening arm pain? Hmm?
Mom's neck still hurts. I promised her that if it still hurts on Tuesday, we will go for an appointment with a nurse practitioner and get some x-rays or something. I think she is just sleeping on it wrong and maybe a good pillow would help. Maybe chiropractic visits would be good. It would be nice if the new aide person coming to help out turned out to be a massage therapist as well...ha. Hahahaha. Tuesday we see someone from the in-home aide service to talk about aides. That will be nifty, I am sure.
And I almost forgot to write about the movie after all. It was an interesting indie movie called Once. About a guy and a girl who meet and end up creating music together and do not end up as a couple. I enjoyed it more than mom did. Worth a watch if you have nothing better to do with your time. Some of the music was pretty good.
(Please pretend that I actually posted this on Sunday...)
Something that happened again was that I thought of all sorts of things to write and didn't write them. I ought to have put them in a holding blog post. I forget that I don't have to post every blog I start. I could have copied and pasted from the other blog into the new one and there those thoughts would be. Fresh and happy and waiting for explanation and expansion. Sigh. Next time, I hope to remember that...
Big doings yesterday! Ok, not so big, really. I did actually meet someone from OKCupid! That was a good thing. We had "coffee," walked and chatted. And I learned about yarn bombing. It was great to spend time with an adult who didn't seem to have memory issues! :) It also reassured me that meeting new interesting people is possible. Woo hoo!
Sadly, while at the coffee place, the barrista called me by name - and though I recognized her (eventually) her name is no closer to my lips than it was yesterday. Sigh. I really do need to be better at names if I am going to be President. How embarrassing would it be to meet some foreign leader and not remember their name?!
My arm still hurts and I still don't know what it is. I do hope it will go away eventually. I no longer think it is the rotator cuff. I thought maybe it was the sign of some dread disease, but I looked up a couple and it doesn't seem to be a harbinger of doom. I think it is just some sort of muscle pain that hopefully will go away. Are you listening arm pain? Hmm?
Mom's neck still hurts. I promised her that if it still hurts on Tuesday, we will go for an appointment with a nurse practitioner and get some x-rays or something. I think she is just sleeping on it wrong and maybe a good pillow would help. Maybe chiropractic visits would be good. It would be nice if the new aide person coming to help out turned out to be a massage therapist as well...ha. Hahahaha. Tuesday we see someone from the in-home aide service to talk about aides. That will be nifty, I am sure.
And I almost forgot to write about the movie after all. It was an interesting indie movie called Once. About a guy and a girl who meet and end up creating music together and do not end up as a couple. I enjoyed it more than mom did. Worth a watch if you have nothing better to do with your time. Some of the music was pretty good.
(Please pretend that I actually posted this on Sunday...)
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| Sad sign seen on my walk |
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| Yarn bombers at work! |
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Glop for dinner
Cooking is fun. And I do enjoy it. I know that I will never be a chef. What I mean is that I don't make meals that people would rave over. Sure they are tasty enough, interesting enough, but exciting, innovative? Nope, not so much. The food I make is fodder, decent fodder, but fodder nonetheless. Like the food I made last night - I baked some chicken, reheated some broccoli and made some rice glop out of fresh cooked rice (love my rice cooker) some cut up veggies and a few splashes of soy sauce.
My brain is full of stuff and I hope to empty it out here in the blog. Lucky you!
One issue is, of course, my mom. I try to deal with mom as if she were healthy, when I know she isn't. I don't know how much to do for her, and how much to let her do on her own. I don't understand the disease, though I guess that is where we and the scientific community are currently. Sometimes she acts like she can function normally, and other times she acts like there is little that she can do on her own or like no one is there in her head. As for the physical stuff, that has been an ongoing battle for as long as I can remember. She acts like she is feeble, and in some ways she is. In others she is hale and hearty. Sigh city!
Another issue is my game, Flippety. I am very proud of it and what I have accomplished. That being said, I am not as close to publishing it as I would like to be. I have one major issue, which I am working on, to solve. And even then, although I am proud of it and think it is fun, I know it is majorly flawed. And I fear (not a word I like) that it will do as well as so many of my other projects have. Which is to say, that the four people who get copies will say nice things and that will be about it.
Last issue for the time being - my oft iterated keening about the lack of companionship I have in my life. I know that it will happen when it happens. But that is only a mild analgesic for my migraine. Ok, migraine might be an exaggeration. I also know that the chances for me to meet a potential partner are 1 in 1000, so I keep struggling or straggling forward.
On OK Cupid, there are woman of interest - which comes in four different flavors:
Almost Interested - women I write to who appear for one reason or another and I write to them because they are there - I have expectations or even strong desire that they will right back or that we will ever meet or become friends or get into a relationship. For instance - a woman in England wearing a minni mouse outfit - sure she was appealing - but she lives in England and put "near me" as a requirement. Interestingly, she actually responded with a thank you note.
Somewhat Interested - women who appear and I think they appeal - I don't know if we fit or not. If they write back I am surprised - they almost never write back
Very Interested - people who appear who appeal and who I mostly fit their scribed criteria - if they write back, I am really surprised and pleased. So far, only one has - and she wrote - if I dated long haired freaks, I still wouldn't date you. Nice.
Crushed - people who appear on the list and I don't care whether or not I fit any of their criteria - well, of course I do - I hope that I fit all of their criteria and hope that they will see me and my profile and rush to write back in mere seconds from when I send them a message. Ha. Haha. Hahahahaha! Haha. Ha. Did I mention ha? Waiting for any kind of response is torture for about a day and then I let them go. Mostly.
Enough about that.
I know that there are probably some teetotalers who read this blog. Or maybe not. In any case, when I was growing up, like some kids, I experimented with alcohol - sometimes using the alcohol of my parents liquor cabinet. In my effort to clean my mom's house out of stuff, I am working through her liquor legacy - some bottles dating back to the 50s, I am sure. The other night I decided to try the Aquavit - only to discover that someone had added a lot of water to the bottle. I am thinking it was either me or my brother...very funny. At least I was amused.
My brain is full of stuff and I hope to empty it out here in the blog. Lucky you!
One issue is, of course, my mom. I try to deal with mom as if she were healthy, when I know she isn't. I don't know how much to do for her, and how much to let her do on her own. I don't understand the disease, though I guess that is where we and the scientific community are currently. Sometimes she acts like she can function normally, and other times she acts like there is little that she can do on her own or like no one is there in her head. As for the physical stuff, that has been an ongoing battle for as long as I can remember. She acts like she is feeble, and in some ways she is. In others she is hale and hearty. Sigh city!
Another issue is my game, Flippety. I am very proud of it and what I have accomplished. That being said, I am not as close to publishing it as I would like to be. I have one major issue, which I am working on, to solve. And even then, although I am proud of it and think it is fun, I know it is majorly flawed. And I fear (not a word I like) that it will do as well as so many of my other projects have. Which is to say, that the four people who get copies will say nice things and that will be about it.
Last issue for the time being - my oft iterated keening about the lack of companionship I have in my life. I know that it will happen when it happens. But that is only a mild analgesic for my migraine. Ok, migraine might be an exaggeration. I also know that the chances for me to meet a potential partner are 1 in 1000, so I keep struggling or straggling forward.
On OK Cupid, there are woman of interest - which comes in four different flavors:
Almost Interested - women I write to who appear for one reason or another and I write to them because they are there - I have expectations or even strong desire that they will right back or that we will ever meet or become friends or get into a relationship. For instance - a woman in England wearing a minni mouse outfit - sure she was appealing - but she lives in England and put "near me" as a requirement. Interestingly, she actually responded with a thank you note.
Somewhat Interested - women who appear and I think they appeal - I don't know if we fit or not. If they write back I am surprised - they almost never write back
Very Interested - people who appear who appeal and who I mostly fit their scribed criteria - if they write back, I am really surprised and pleased. So far, only one has - and she wrote - if I dated long haired freaks, I still wouldn't date you. Nice.
Crushed - people who appear on the list and I don't care whether or not I fit any of their criteria - well, of course I do - I hope that I fit all of their criteria and hope that they will see me and my profile and rush to write back in mere seconds from when I send them a message. Ha. Haha. Hahahahaha! Haha. Ha. Did I mention ha? Waiting for any kind of response is torture for about a day and then I let them go. Mostly.
Enough about that.
I know that there are probably some teetotalers who read this blog. Or maybe not. In any case, when I was growing up, like some kids, I experimented with alcohol - sometimes using the alcohol of my parents liquor cabinet. In my effort to clean my mom's house out of stuff, I am working through her liquor legacy - some bottles dating back to the 50s, I am sure. The other night I decided to try the Aquavit - only to discover that someone had added a lot of water to the bottle. I am thinking it was either me or my brother...very funny. At least I was amused.
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| Our super nutritious lunch |
Saturday, August 18, 2012
A Day Like Many Others
We are not in adventure mode here in beautiful Geneva, NY. Instead we are in maintenance and routine mode. I think our next scheduled adventure is Erich and Shelly's wedding in early September. Though I might go to see The Machine play near Buffalo. I haven't decided yet. If the show were later in the evening and weren't outdoors and nearer (like in Geneva) I would definitely go. As it is...Right now the chances are fifty fifty. Well, maybe 51 go and 49 not go. Maybe 50.5 go...
So, what does maintenance look like? Well, just look back at the last few blog posts. Or here is a brief synopsis. Get up, work on stuff like the blogs, fix lunch, run an errand or two (or not), work some more, make dinner, do something in the evening, go to bed. Yippee! Oh, and we are up to 47 followers! Almost to fifty! How exciting is that! Welcome new followers! May you find a smile or two and nugget of knowledge here now and again!!
I finished watching United States of Tara on Netflix yesterday. Overall I enjoyed it and am glad that I found it and watched it. I think I have seen the actor (actress) who played Charmaine before. I was debating what to watch next, when it occurred to me to look to see if they had Lost as an online viewable show. They did! So I watched a few episodes. I don't get what all the hype was about. Looks like a standard science fiction drama. Oh well, I will watch it, cause that is the kind of guy I am.
I have added a lot of movies to mom's Netflix account for home delivery. The one we watched together last night was Mansfield Park. I thought this was either something mom mentioned, or maybe Netflix suggested at some point. It was a costume drama about the early 1800s - I like period pieces generally - and a romantic triangle sort of movie. It ended happily, of which I am a fan. The performers were all decent. Overall a good film to watch. Definitely rentable if you like that sort of thing.
One more bit to add to my online dating story from yesterday. Responses. I tend to write to more people first than others tend to write me first. If I am written to, I do my best to respond. Always. After the first response, though, there are no guarantees. I figure it is just polite to respond to someone who has taken the time to write me. Even if their note is something like "hey, I liked your profile." Better than nothing, right? My response is nice and open. And I don't say anything negative. I thank them for writing and wish them luck in their search. This last is a hint that I might not be all that interested in being the object of their search. It does leave it open for them to continue the dialogue if they feel so inclined. I mean, heck, I am on a dating site to meet people, not to reject them. Even if we don't end up as romantic partners, meeting new people, for me, is always a good enough reason to get out of bed in the morning.
Sadly, many women do not respond to the notes I "pen." It confuses and saddens me for a little bit. Then I move on, understanding that their not responding is more of a comment on them, than it is on me. I could write about all of the possible things about them that it is, but that would just be guessing. Sometimes, I do get a message that is filled with lots of negative energy. Love those! Did they take all night thinking of an answer that would be hurtful? Or was it spontaneous meanness? In any case, it makes me think, "phew" glad that they didn't respond in a positive manner. Rarely, I receive a polite, thank you, good luck in your search, which just seems the politest way to go when one isn't interested. Thank you to those that write those responses. Even more rarely, someone I write to first responds with enthusiasm of some kind. Maybe one day it will happen again. In the meanwhile, I will continue on, happily, with my life. Yay living! :)
I think I will make some soup today...
So, what does maintenance look like? Well, just look back at the last few blog posts. Or here is a brief synopsis. Get up, work on stuff like the blogs, fix lunch, run an errand or two (or not), work some more, make dinner, do something in the evening, go to bed. Yippee! Oh, and we are up to 47 followers! Almost to fifty! How exciting is that! Welcome new followers! May you find a smile or two and nugget of knowledge here now and again!!
I finished watching United States of Tara on Netflix yesterday. Overall I enjoyed it and am glad that I found it and watched it. I think I have seen the actor (actress) who played Charmaine before. I was debating what to watch next, when it occurred to me to look to see if they had Lost as an online viewable show. They did! So I watched a few episodes. I don't get what all the hype was about. Looks like a standard science fiction drama. Oh well, I will watch it, cause that is the kind of guy I am.
I have added a lot of movies to mom's Netflix account for home delivery. The one we watched together last night was Mansfield Park. I thought this was either something mom mentioned, or maybe Netflix suggested at some point. It was a costume drama about the early 1800s - I like period pieces generally - and a romantic triangle sort of movie. It ended happily, of which I am a fan. The performers were all decent. Overall a good film to watch. Definitely rentable if you like that sort of thing.
One more bit to add to my online dating story from yesterday. Responses. I tend to write to more people first than others tend to write me first. If I am written to, I do my best to respond. Always. After the first response, though, there are no guarantees. I figure it is just polite to respond to someone who has taken the time to write me. Even if their note is something like "hey, I liked your profile." Better than nothing, right? My response is nice and open. And I don't say anything negative. I thank them for writing and wish them luck in their search. This last is a hint that I might not be all that interested in being the object of their search. It does leave it open for them to continue the dialogue if they feel so inclined. I mean, heck, I am on a dating site to meet people, not to reject them. Even if we don't end up as romantic partners, meeting new people, for me, is always a good enough reason to get out of bed in the morning.
Sadly, many women do not respond to the notes I "pen." It confuses and saddens me for a little bit. Then I move on, understanding that their not responding is more of a comment on them, than it is on me. I could write about all of the possible things about them that it is, but that would just be guessing. Sometimes, I do get a message that is filled with lots of negative energy. Love those! Did they take all night thinking of an answer that would be hurtful? Or was it spontaneous meanness? In any case, it makes me think, "phew" glad that they didn't respond in a positive manner. Rarely, I receive a polite, thank you, good luck in your search, which just seems the politest way to go when one isn't interested. Thank you to those that write those responses. Even more rarely, someone I write to first responds with enthusiasm of some kind. Maybe one day it will happen again. In the meanwhile, I will continue on, happily, with my life. Yay living! :)
I think I will make some soup today...
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| Wild flower bouquet for mom from Kelly |
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| Yum - even sideways like this... |
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Wiggly Wednesday
I just realized that I called my yesterday post, which was about Tuesday, Woolly Wednesday. I am so confused. So if you are confused, you are not alone! I don't mind being alone, though it is better being alone with a partner, or so I have heard...
So about my woolly, wiggly Wednesday, there is not much to write.
Except in the darkness, in the wee hours of the night.
I heard a flap that I thought just might
be the wings of a bat to my right.
I turned on the light
and sure enough, there was the bat, flying around my room. It is not a big room - maybe 14x14. And though the bat wasn't huge, there wasn't a whole lot of space for me and it together. I closed the door to the hallway, so that it couldn't get further afield. Then I opened my screen on my large, almost french door window and hoped the bat would take the hint. It did. This is the third bat we have had in the house in less than a week! What is up with that?! I am not positive about where they are getting in, but I have an idea - which I will address today - the hole in the ceiling of the red room. I am open to other suggestions - except for the one that they turn into mist and seep into the house before re-materializing into bats again - or something worse. Hahahahahahaha! (That is diabolical laughter...)
Other than that excitement, the day was much like any other. I worked on blogs and Flippety. I actually finished a brewpub blogpost. Yay me! I went to the grocery store and got some groceries. I did a chore - I finished hanging shower curtains in the bathroom - so mom can take another shower without getting water all over the floor - not that too much got on the floor last time - just now we have three shower curtains to accommodate her transfer bench. Dinner was tacos - though I kind of over cooked the two taco shells I had left and made due with flour tortillas instead. I actually think that is the way we are going to go from now on - they are a bit easier to eat than the tasty and crunchy corn taco shells. And we had corn on the cob. Mom loves corn on the cob something fierce!
While I have your attention, let me write about the anatomy of an online dating crush/session scenario. I go to the site and log on. I see a picture of a person who looks appealing. I click on her profile. Um, uh, not so appealing in a larger picture. Next profile. Oh, now she is more visually appealing. But wait, she lives in Brazil. Sigh. Next profile. Still visually appealing. And she lives in New Jersey! Tempting, but I will pass for now. Next profile. Ok, she is a bit nearer. Let's take a look and see what she has to say about herself...ok, good, all right, yes, oh, goodness, no, a smoker, politically conservative who has absolutely no interest in having another child. Next profile. Wow! She is gorgeous - though there is only one picture - this is a little alarm. Yup, a fake profile. Sigh. Hate those! Next profile - ok, she looks appealing. Nice profile. Not too horrendously far away - let's check - oh, darn, she only wants to date someone who is 1 year older and lives in the house next door. Not even going to waste my time writing. Next profile - attractive indeed, funny interesting profile, let's check - yes, near me is chosen - but according to the search criteria - near me can be up to 500 miles away, so...age is ok, non-smoker. Yippee! I will try. I will send out a hello message. Ok, at a bit of a loss where to start. The first communication is the first (or sometimes second) impression. (It can be second if the person sees a message from somebody in their mailbox and chooses to look at the profile before reading (or deleting) the message.) The note is short, pertinent and specific to their profile, funny if possible. Sign real name (like I would ever not do that...). There, done. Phew! Written. Hurruh! (sic) Now, the funner part - waiting for the response. Or, as happens most frequently when I write someone first - the lack of response. I start to think about what might be the reasons that they chose not to write. My appearance doesn't appeal to them (that happens). My profile didn't strike them as interesting (that happens). I am not in their age range or distance range (not much I can do there about the first - and the second isn't going to change anytime soon). Or they are really swamped with responses and might, possibly, get to me eventually (that happens). (Please note that I realize this is all their stuff and really has nothing to do with who I am and my value as a person.) Then, while I am waiting, I begin to make the sour grapes that Aesop instilled in my cranium so effectively - she isn't that attractive physically - her profile was a bit too something - precious, calculated, snide, whatever - she is too something - short, tall, sex oriented (not sex oriented enough). (Please note that I realize this is all my stuff and really has nothing to do with who they are and their value as a person.) Whatever. As time goes by, the grapes get sourer and sourer - eventually turning to vinegar right there on the vine. I mentally shrug, say "Next" and continue my search. Life goes on. Yay life!
So about my woolly, wiggly Wednesday, there is not much to write.
Except in the darkness, in the wee hours of the night.
I heard a flap that I thought just might
be the wings of a bat to my right.
I turned on the light
and sure enough, there was the bat, flying around my room. It is not a big room - maybe 14x14. And though the bat wasn't huge, there wasn't a whole lot of space for me and it together. I closed the door to the hallway, so that it couldn't get further afield. Then I opened my screen on my large, almost french door window and hoped the bat would take the hint. It did. This is the third bat we have had in the house in less than a week! What is up with that?! I am not positive about where they are getting in, but I have an idea - which I will address today - the hole in the ceiling of the red room. I am open to other suggestions - except for the one that they turn into mist and seep into the house before re-materializing into bats again - or something worse. Hahahahahahaha! (That is diabolical laughter...)
Other than that excitement, the day was much like any other. I worked on blogs and Flippety. I actually finished a brewpub blogpost. Yay me! I went to the grocery store and got some groceries. I did a chore - I finished hanging shower curtains in the bathroom - so mom can take another shower without getting water all over the floor - not that too much got on the floor last time - just now we have three shower curtains to accommodate her transfer bench. Dinner was tacos - though I kind of over cooked the two taco shells I had left and made due with flour tortillas instead. I actually think that is the way we are going to go from now on - they are a bit easier to eat than the tasty and crunchy corn taco shells. And we had corn on the cob. Mom loves corn on the cob something fierce!
While I have your attention, let me write about the anatomy of an online dating crush/session scenario. I go to the site and log on. I see a picture of a person who looks appealing. I click on her profile. Um, uh, not so appealing in a larger picture. Next profile. Oh, now she is more visually appealing. But wait, she lives in Brazil. Sigh. Next profile. Still visually appealing. And she lives in New Jersey! Tempting, but I will pass for now. Next profile. Ok, she is a bit nearer. Let's take a look and see what she has to say about herself...ok, good, all right, yes, oh, goodness, no, a smoker, politically conservative who has absolutely no interest in having another child. Next profile. Wow! She is gorgeous - though there is only one picture - this is a little alarm. Yup, a fake profile. Sigh. Hate those! Next profile - ok, she looks appealing. Nice profile. Not too horrendously far away - let's check - oh, darn, she only wants to date someone who is 1 year older and lives in the house next door. Not even going to waste my time writing. Next profile - attractive indeed, funny interesting profile, let's check - yes, near me is chosen - but according to the search criteria - near me can be up to 500 miles away, so...age is ok, non-smoker. Yippee! I will try. I will send out a hello message. Ok, at a bit of a loss where to start. The first communication is the first (or sometimes second) impression. (It can be second if the person sees a message from somebody in their mailbox and chooses to look at the profile before reading (or deleting) the message.) The note is short, pertinent and specific to their profile, funny if possible. Sign real name (like I would ever not do that...). There, done. Phew! Written. Hurruh! (sic) Now, the funner part - waiting for the response. Or, as happens most frequently when I write someone first - the lack of response. I start to think about what might be the reasons that they chose not to write. My appearance doesn't appeal to them (that happens). My profile didn't strike them as interesting (that happens). I am not in their age range or distance range (not much I can do there about the first - and the second isn't going to change anytime soon). Or they are really swamped with responses and might, possibly, get to me eventually (that happens). (Please note that I realize this is all their stuff and really has nothing to do with who I am and my value as a person.) Then, while I am waiting, I begin to make the sour grapes that Aesop instilled in my cranium so effectively - she isn't that attractive physically - her profile was a bit too something - precious, calculated, snide, whatever - she is too something - short, tall, sex oriented (not sex oriented enough). (Please note that I realize this is all my stuff and really has nothing to do with who they are and their value as a person.) Whatever. As time goes by, the grapes get sourer and sourer - eventually turning to vinegar right there on the vine. I mentally shrug, say "Next" and continue my search. Life goes on. Yay life!
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| Three shower curtains! |
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| Doesn't look as good as it tasted |
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| Time to refill my water bottles |
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Opera Night Two - Check
Two shows down, a matinee, load-out (well, strike at least) and then a cast party left to go. Not just the cast get to party, but the crew, too! And sundry other people that Gena (the producer) invites, because, well, she wants to invite them, I guess. Enough about today already, let's get into yesterday!
Well, it was much like the day before, except I tried to cook in time to get mom and me to the theatre at 6. Which actually happened. I was a few minutes early even. Still, there were people waiting to be let in. What is that about? I like to be early, but come on, people! Get a life!
For dinner, I cooked mom some salmon and I had a sausage. We both had broccoli with left over veggies mixed in. And a corn cob (with corn still attached - I mean, just the cob would be pretty weird and not easy on the teeth). Mom took it all in stride and didn't kvetch too much as I hustled her out the door.
Oh, mom and I had a minor melt down the other day at lunch. In the aftermath I am trying to adjust my behavior. I have to keep reminding myself that she isn't acting out of spite or malice, but it is just that her brain isn't working as it once did. The fact that she asks me the same question four times in the span of a minute is not because she is not listening, it is because she is not processing the facts that she has asked the question before and that it has been answered before. I do sometimes wish that we could get inside other people's heads for a bit - just to experience the world someone else experiences would be, in my opinion, amazingly enlightening.
What else happened recently than I can put up here? Oh, I did start on OKCupid. Much better site than Plenty of Fish. Or at least I like the way it is designed better than I liked POF. Not that I have had a truckload of people sending me messages saying that they are dying to have me in their lives. Still, it is something new to try.
The show went smoothly - except for one of the cast's issues - over which I had limited (if any) control. I mopped the entire stage (during which mom asked me at least 7 times if I mopped the stage every night - sigh). Oh, and to answer the question yet again - I do like to have the stage mopped before every performance. Not anal about it, but I feel happier for the actors' tootsies that way. Mom enjoyed the show overall, which is a good thing.
Well, it was much like the day before, except I tried to cook in time to get mom and me to the theatre at 6. Which actually happened. I was a few minutes early even. Still, there were people waiting to be let in. What is that about? I like to be early, but come on, people! Get a life!
For dinner, I cooked mom some salmon and I had a sausage. We both had broccoli with left over veggies mixed in. And a corn cob (with corn still attached - I mean, just the cob would be pretty weird and not easy on the teeth). Mom took it all in stride and didn't kvetch too much as I hustled her out the door.
Oh, mom and I had a minor melt down the other day at lunch. In the aftermath I am trying to adjust my behavior. I have to keep reminding myself that she isn't acting out of spite or malice, but it is just that her brain isn't working as it once did. The fact that she asks me the same question four times in the span of a minute is not because she is not listening, it is because she is not processing the facts that she has asked the question before and that it has been answered before. I do sometimes wish that we could get inside other people's heads for a bit - just to experience the world someone else experiences would be, in my opinion, amazingly enlightening.
What else happened recently than I can put up here? Oh, I did start on OKCupid. Much better site than Plenty of Fish. Or at least I like the way it is designed better than I liked POF. Not that I have had a truckload of people sending me messages saying that they are dying to have me in their lives. Still, it is something new to try.
The show went smoothly - except for one of the cast's issues - over which I had limited (if any) control. I mopped the entire stage (during which mom asked me at least 7 times if I mopped the stage every night - sigh). Oh, and to answer the question yet again - I do like to have the stage mopped before every performance. Not anal about it, but I feel happier for the actors' tootsies that way. Mom enjoyed the show overall, which is a good thing.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Bonus Post - Dating Rant take 3(?)
Ok, dating rant time. I think this might be the third or fourth time, maybe the fifth, that I have ranted thusly. It never gets old for me. It won't get old until I find myself in a romantic relationship. Or end up cremated and my ashes spread over someones breakfast...
As some of you are undoubtedly aware, I would like to be in a romantic relationship. Not everyone does want to be. That being said, I am very happy on my own. I love me, I am great. I am leading a very full and interesting and creative life. Overall, "things" are great. I would, though, like to have someone in my life with whom to share lives. My mom doesn't count in this situation, on many levels and in many ways. Now that we are clear that I am not "needy" or "desperate" we can move on.
I will admit that I am eager to be in a relationship. Although I do enjoy being on the lookout for a potential partner. Sort of. I like having my antennae outstretched, my gal-dar (radar that picks out women in the vicinity) set on high. I love meeting people and getting to know them.
I have written most of a book on Attraction, Sex, Dating and Relationships - as some of you may know. It needs a lot of work to get ready for the public - and that may never happen. The reason I bring is up, is because I have given a lot of thought to these subjects.
Let's start with Attraction: I know what attracts me in a person - in an objective way. What looks, what level of intelligence, what state of mental health. Fine and good to know that. When it comes to actually dating someone, this knowledge doesn't actually mean much. I date who appears and appeals in the moment. I don't hold out for some idealized person who may or may not actually exist (which is why the idea of a soul mate appeals, but is not something I am depending my romantic life's happiness on finding).
So at one point, I did a spreadhseet showing how many people, out of a thousand migth actually be potential romantic partners for me. And they were not encouraging. Basically, since I am somewhat picky (I need to be attracted to my partner - go figure) and I know I am not everyone's cup of tea - despite my many wonderful qualities - I ended up with .5 in 1000. (Lest you think that I am being unreasonable - here is the math:
Most of these are guestimates - the "No Major Issues" includes things like a woman's relationship status and mental health.) (Another aside - I think this math might hold true for most people - unless they a) have no standards or are b) really really physically attractive or are c) really really fiscally fit or worldly powerful.) Which in Geneva, a town of 14000 people, means that there are about 7 people who might be a romantic match for me. That's the good news (I guess). The bad news is - how does one find them?
Right now, my main method is the dating site Plenty of Fish. I write to women who catch my fancy for one reason or another. Most of them never respond. Some that have responded, write to say "no." Sometimes when they write "no" I say to myself "Phew!" Other times I think "Double Phew!" I mean, someone who takes the time to write to say no is something that I don't understand. When someone I haven't written to writes me, I don't say no. I invite them to let us get to know each other, even if every fiber of my being believes that the chances of us being a romantic match are 1 in 6 billion. Why? Because I believe in saying yes, in giving people a chance to show themselves to be good, interesting people. Heck, I might not be a match for them, but someone I know might be a match for someone they know. Anything is possible. Why say no? Life is too short to say no all the time. There are endless reasons/excuses to say no. Too far, too old, too much hair (what they say about me). Sigh. I think you get the point.
Hope springs eternal. Sure, I get sad every once in a while about not having a romantic partner in my life. Then I think of all the good things: socks, pillows, trees and having most of my teeth (my wisdom teeth are long gone...) and I perk right back up again. And who knows, maybe one day, in the supermarket, someone's cart will bump into mine and I will take her to court and sue her for her life's savings! Ah, true "blave."
As some of you are undoubtedly aware, I would like to be in a romantic relationship. Not everyone does want to be. That being said, I am very happy on my own. I love me, I am great. I am leading a very full and interesting and creative life. Overall, "things" are great. I would, though, like to have someone in my life with whom to share lives. My mom doesn't count in this situation, on many levels and in many ways. Now that we are clear that I am not "needy" or "desperate" we can move on.
I will admit that I am eager to be in a relationship. Although I do enjoy being on the lookout for a potential partner. Sort of. I like having my antennae outstretched, my gal-dar (radar that picks out women in the vicinity) set on high. I love meeting people and getting to know them.
I have written most of a book on Attraction, Sex, Dating and Relationships - as some of you may know. It needs a lot of work to get ready for the public - and that may never happen. The reason I bring is up, is because I have given a lot of thought to these subjects.
Let's start with Attraction: I know what attracts me in a person - in an objective way. What looks, what level of intelligence, what state of mental health. Fine and good to know that. When it comes to actually dating someone, this knowledge doesn't actually mean much. I date who appears and appeals in the moment. I don't hold out for some idealized person who may or may not actually exist (which is why the idea of a soul mate appeals, but is not something I am depending my romantic life's happiness on finding).
So at one point, I did a spreadhseet showing how many people, out of a thousand migth actually be potential romantic partners for me. And they were not encouraging. Basically, since I am somewhat picky (I need to be attracted to my partner - go figure) and I know I am not everyone's cup of tea - despite my many wonderful qualities - I ended up with .5 in 1000. (Lest you think that I am being unreasonable - here is the math:
Most of these are guestimates - the "No Major Issues" includes things like a woman's relationship status and mental health.) (Another aside - I think this math might hold true for most people - unless they a) have no standards or are b) really really physically attractive or are c) really really fiscally fit or worldly powerful.) Which in Geneva, a town of 14000 people, means that there are about 7 people who might be a romantic match for me. That's the good news (I guess). The bad news is - how does one find them?Right now, my main method is the dating site Plenty of Fish. I write to women who catch my fancy for one reason or another. Most of them never respond. Some that have responded, write to say "no." Sometimes when they write "no" I say to myself "Phew!" Other times I think "Double Phew!" I mean, someone who takes the time to write to say no is something that I don't understand. When someone I haven't written to writes me, I don't say no. I invite them to let us get to know each other, even if every fiber of my being believes that the chances of us being a romantic match are 1 in 6 billion. Why? Because I believe in saying yes, in giving people a chance to show themselves to be good, interesting people. Heck, I might not be a match for them, but someone I know might be a match for someone they know. Anything is possible. Why say no? Life is too short to say no all the time. There are endless reasons/excuses to say no. Too far, too old, too much hair (what they say about me). Sigh. I think you get the point.
Hope springs eternal. Sure, I get sad every once in a while about not having a romantic partner in my life. Then I think of all the good things: socks, pillows, trees and having most of my teeth (my wisdom teeth are long gone...) and I perk right back up again. And who knows, maybe one day, in the supermarket, someone's cart will bump into mine and I will take her to court and sue her for her life's savings! Ah, true "blave."
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
A regular daily post before a rant
I think it is just about time for a dating rant. Or lack of dating rant. But before I do that, I will write a bit about my day yesterday and see how I feel.
Yesterday...what the heck happened yesterday? Oh, right, I had a couple of meetings and took a trip to the NY DMV and to Wegman's. So, a full-ish day!
First meeting was in downtown Geneva, with Kelly from the Smith Opera House. We wanted to get on the same page about her expectations and my expectations about working together. I think we chatted for about an hour and got a lot of things straightened out. Turns out that she wants me to act as sort of the production manager in addition to my stage manager role. I can do that! We also talked about getting creative with the curtain speech about cell phones and such. We shall see if anything comes of that. It would take some effort and I don't know that the effort will be forthcoming. Everyone is always very busy (even when they aren't) (I should know about the latter...).
I also went to the DMV. Did you know that you had 30 days to get a new license and to re-register your car after moving to a new state? Well, good thing I haven't moved, yet. And I need to have insurance before I can get the car license. And for that, I need to find my car's title. I am sure I have it somewhere. Maybe I will look for that later today. Maybe not as well. I might just wait until after Karl and crew leave (on Friday). Wow, I am talking about them leaving and they haven't even arrived yet.
Second meeting was with Donna, a friend of a friend of a friend, who had an idea for an iPad application. We also chatted for about an hour. I am going to help her with the project. Mostly because it seems pretty simple and straightforward. I don't know when I will be able to focus on it, since I want to get Flippety done and the opera is getting closer to being in full swing. I told her that it would be at least two weeks before I had something for her to look at. I was thinking of working with a prototyper application and seeing what it can do before moving on to actual coding. Yay, another project! One that might actually bring in a dollar or two. Literally.
Next, mom and I went to Wegman's. Mom came along because she was determined to help by doing the recycling of the deposit cans and plastic bottles. Go mom! As for the shopping, I had a list, so it was pretty easy - in and out pretty quickly. Yippee! I like easy. Mostly I was getting ribs for dinner - which turned out pretty well, if I must say so myself. Mom liked the meal so much she had seconds!
I also worked on excavating my room a bit for the imminent arrival of Karl and his cohort. (Ok, not quite 480 strong, but still a good sized bunch.) My mom loves to stand in my doorway and say things about how messy my room is. Really, it isn't. It is just cluttered and disorganized. I will post before pictures today - and hopefully after pictures tomorrow. :)
The dating rant is going to be its own separate post. Yippee!
Yesterday...what the heck happened yesterday? Oh, right, I had a couple of meetings and took a trip to the NY DMV and to Wegman's. So, a full-ish day!
First meeting was in downtown Geneva, with Kelly from the Smith Opera House. We wanted to get on the same page about her expectations and my expectations about working together. I think we chatted for about an hour and got a lot of things straightened out. Turns out that she wants me to act as sort of the production manager in addition to my stage manager role. I can do that! We also talked about getting creative with the curtain speech about cell phones and such. We shall see if anything comes of that. It would take some effort and I don't know that the effort will be forthcoming. Everyone is always very busy (even when they aren't) (I should know about the latter...).
I also went to the DMV. Did you know that you had 30 days to get a new license and to re-register your car after moving to a new state? Well, good thing I haven't moved, yet. And I need to have insurance before I can get the car license. And for that, I need to find my car's title. I am sure I have it somewhere. Maybe I will look for that later today. Maybe not as well. I might just wait until after Karl and crew leave (on Friday). Wow, I am talking about them leaving and they haven't even arrived yet.
Second meeting was with Donna, a friend of a friend of a friend, who had an idea for an iPad application. We also chatted for about an hour. I am going to help her with the project. Mostly because it seems pretty simple and straightforward. I don't know when I will be able to focus on it, since I want to get Flippety done and the opera is getting closer to being in full swing. I told her that it would be at least two weeks before I had something for her to look at. I was thinking of working with a prototyper application and seeing what it can do before moving on to actual coding. Yay, another project! One that might actually bring in a dollar or two. Literally.
Next, mom and I went to Wegman's. Mom came along because she was determined to help by doing the recycling of the deposit cans and plastic bottles. Go mom! As for the shopping, I had a list, so it was pretty easy - in and out pretty quickly. Yippee! I like easy. Mostly I was getting ribs for dinner - which turned out pretty well, if I must say so myself. Mom liked the meal so much she had seconds!
I also worked on excavating my room a bit for the imminent arrival of Karl and his cohort. (Ok, not quite 480 strong, but still a good sized bunch.) My mom loves to stand in my doorway and say things about how messy my room is. Really, it isn't. It is just cluttered and disorganized. I will post before pictures today - and hopefully after pictures tomorrow. :)
The dating rant is going to be its own separate post. Yippee!
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| Not messy, just disorganized... |
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| Again, disorganization rears its fearsome head |
Monday, July 23, 2012
An Opera Day
Not a day at the opera - that is something else entirely. This was a day where a good portion of it was used doing opera focused activities. To start, was a stumble-through of the entire show. I don't mean to impugn the performers - it is just a common name for the first rehearsal where most of the blocking/staging has been roughed in. Getting the whole thing on its feet and seeing how it flows from beginning to end. There are almost always places where things are rough and the actors might have problems. But the principals are all trained professionals and did well. All in all, the rehearsal went pretty smoothly. Al, the director, had me and the lighting designer in to watch and take notes.
Next, a trip to Houghton House to transfer props and unload some furniture. While there, I ran into Elena who was clearing out her office in preparation for eventual retirement from the Colleges. She said she was letting go of a lot of books, so I helped myself to four. Being a book-a-holic, I could have taken a lot more, but I managed to show some restraint. Go me!
Lastly, there was a "picnic" put on by the cast. Before I could attend, I made dinner for mom. She didn't really think it would be a fun experience for her. So I whipped together breakfast for dinner for her: scrambled eggs (with bacon, onion, broccoli and mushrooms) and a piece of corn on the cob. Ok, I admit, I had a piece of corn and the leftover eggs before I headed out to the picnic.
The bbq was a whopping five minute walk from my house. I love Geneva! The singers are staying in a college dorm that I think used to be a Fraternity House. It is one of the big, imposing, beautiful houses on South Main street, overlooking the lake. I don't really know many of the cast or crew that well, having only worked with some of them for a little bit last year. But they were all very nice. I chatted with most everyone I think. At least a little. The food was great. I helped by boiling some corn. The corn was actually softer that way - so I might have to try making some like that at home. Some people played games - cards and frisbee mostly. I sat and wandered around a bit. At the very end of the evening, some of us talked politics. My idea of national service and not letting anyone under 21 be deployed into a combat situation seemed to go over ok. Making drugs and prostitution (amongst other things) legal met with a little push back. A world without money didn't go over so well. I didn't tell them I was planning to run for president in 2024, so I don't know if any of them will vote for me (if I make it onto any ballots...).
So, an opera-full day! Yay! Oh and at night, we had a good rain storm. Yippee, even!
By the way, I posted another brewpub blogpost.
And I had an idea for a dating website...still thinking about it...
Next, a trip to Houghton House to transfer props and unload some furniture. While there, I ran into Elena who was clearing out her office in preparation for eventual retirement from the Colleges. She said she was letting go of a lot of books, so I helped myself to four. Being a book-a-holic, I could have taken a lot more, but I managed to show some restraint. Go me!
Lastly, there was a "picnic" put on by the cast. Before I could attend, I made dinner for mom. She didn't really think it would be a fun experience for her. So I whipped together breakfast for dinner for her: scrambled eggs (with bacon, onion, broccoli and mushrooms) and a piece of corn on the cob. Ok, I admit, I had a piece of corn and the leftover eggs before I headed out to the picnic.
The bbq was a whopping five minute walk from my house. I love Geneva! The singers are staying in a college dorm that I think used to be a Fraternity House. It is one of the big, imposing, beautiful houses on South Main street, overlooking the lake. I don't really know many of the cast or crew that well, having only worked with some of them for a little bit last year. But they were all very nice. I chatted with most everyone I think. At least a little. The food was great. I helped by boiling some corn. The corn was actually softer that way - so I might have to try making some like that at home. Some people played games - cards and frisbee mostly. I sat and wandered around a bit. At the very end of the evening, some of us talked politics. My idea of national service and not letting anyone under 21 be deployed into a combat situation seemed to go over ok. Making drugs and prostitution (amongst other things) legal met with a little push back. A world without money didn't go over so well. I didn't tell them I was planning to run for president in 2024, so I don't know if any of them will vote for me (if I make it onto any ballots...).
So, an opera-full day! Yay! Oh and at night, we had a good rain storm. Yippee, even!
By the way, I posted another brewpub blogpost.
And I had an idea for a dating website...still thinking about it...
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| Guests gather |
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| Frisbee and the view! |
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| The picnic table moved to escape the rain |
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| I was hiding |
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| People chatting |
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| And eating |
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| And more chatting and eating... |
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| Some dinner and a Dundee Stout - not too shabby a beer |
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| Fruit! |
Monday, June 4, 2012
A Betwixt Day
Yesterday was a day of rest between two long marathon driving days. Well, ok, so Saturday wasn't all that long. Long enough, though, that a day not doing anything was welcome.
Most of the day, I spent working on Flippety. Integrating some of the things that Bill showed me and other fixes I had made in other versions. I think I have a pretty stable version now. Yippee. I want to add one more feature and then lock the feature set for the time being. Until maybe version 1.5 or 2.0 depending on what sort of feedback and downloads I get. If only 10 people download that app, it won't really be all that high on my priority list to upgrade the silly thing.
After I did that work, I decided it was time to add a webpage to my site about Flippety. It is mostly a place holder, but a lot better than nothing. Next step, figuring out the steps to get testflight working and get some apps out there to the suckers, er, nice people who are willing to test it out a bit for me.
Other than that, nothing too exciting happened. Juliet cooked a delicious dinner, we all sat around in front of the fire and did nothing. Yay! Oh, there were some pictures shared, but mostly, a lot of relaxing. I like to relax!
On a completely different note: The other day, I got a "Note from the Universe." Fear not, this is not one of those "woo-woo" sorts of things. Ok, well, it is a little. Tut.com sends out inspirational emails Monday through Friday. Anyway, the one the other day said "Oh, there's definitely room for "picky," Augustus, but there's also room for "surprise me."" Hey, I am always up for being surprised. Especially half way pleasant ones. So where is my surprise already? Hmm? Sure, I am picky, but I haven't been meeting anyone to even be picky about. So? Universe? Surprise me already!! Glarg.
Most of the day, I spent working on Flippety. Integrating some of the things that Bill showed me and other fixes I had made in other versions. I think I have a pretty stable version now. Yippee. I want to add one more feature and then lock the feature set for the time being. Until maybe version 1.5 or 2.0 depending on what sort of feedback and downloads I get. If only 10 people download that app, it won't really be all that high on my priority list to upgrade the silly thing.
After I did that work, I decided it was time to add a webpage to my site about Flippety. It is mostly a place holder, but a lot better than nothing. Next step, figuring out the steps to get testflight working and get some apps out there to the suckers, er, nice people who are willing to test it out a bit for me.
Other than that, nothing too exciting happened. Juliet cooked a delicious dinner, we all sat around in front of the fire and did nothing. Yay! Oh, there were some pictures shared, but mostly, a lot of relaxing. I like to relax!
On a completely different note: The other day, I got a "Note from the Universe." Fear not, this is not one of those "woo-woo" sorts of things. Ok, well, it is a little. Tut.com sends out inspirational emails Monday through Friday. Anyway, the one the other day said "Oh, there's definitely room for "picky," Augustus, but there's also room for "surprise me."" Hey, I am always up for being surprised. Especially half way pleasant ones. So where is my surprise already? Hmm? Sure, I am picky, but I haven't been meeting anyone to even be picky about. So? Universe? Surprise me already!! Glarg.
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| The cove was flooded by rain water! |
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| Even more flooding (and the tide coming in) |
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| Getting Firewood |
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| Dinner a la Juliet! |
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| Yum! |
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| Even yummier - strawberry rhubarb pie! |
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| The better pie shot! |
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| The tide was as high as it could be without overflowing onto the road! |
Monday, February 13, 2012
Today's Plan
This is my plan. I call it "My Plan."
There is a Monty Python sketch about that - John Cleese has a plan and all he really talks about is what he calls the plan. Anyone know what sketch I am talking about? I have a wonderful boxed set of Monty Python, but haven't watched through the whole thing yet and haven't found it...but I digress.
Today, I am going out into the world! It has snowed here and there are a couple of inches of the stuff still on the ground. Other than taking out the garbage last night, I haven't set foot outdoors in a few days. Eeek. I am becoming a hermit! How will I ever meet the future ex-Mrs. Augustus sitting around on my butt. Not that I meet a lot of women who are potential dates out in the real world anyway...Still there is more potential when I am out and about than when I am here at home. By myself. Not signed up for a dating service (Plenty of Fish doesn't count...)
Why am I going out (other than the above reason)? Well, because I have taken into my head to make some hummus. I mean it can't be that hard. And I like it. Not sure if I am going to make tahini too or just buy it this time. We shall see what I find at the grocery store. Yippee! I might aim for dolmades at some point. Yay things wrapped in grape leaves! I also need to do something about Valentine's day. That's tomorrow, isn't it? Eeeek! Well, no matter. Life goes on whatever happens...
I got most of what I wanted to accomplish finished yesterday. I am finding that most of what breaks in the computer stuff I am working on is Augustus error. There are just so many files and so many ways to interact with them that it is confusing. Learning a computer language and programming SDK is like learning, well, a language...I am almost done with the second Apple tutorial - then I am going to go back and try the 8th chapter of the Absolute Beginner book. And I am still not finished with my snail mail letter. Glarg.
Onward.
There is a Monty Python sketch about that - John Cleese has a plan and all he really talks about is what he calls the plan. Anyone know what sketch I am talking about? I have a wonderful boxed set of Monty Python, but haven't watched through the whole thing yet and haven't found it...but I digress.
Today, I am going out into the world! It has snowed here and there are a couple of inches of the stuff still on the ground. Other than taking out the garbage last night, I haven't set foot outdoors in a few days. Eeek. I am becoming a hermit! How will I ever meet the future ex-Mrs. Augustus sitting around on my butt. Not that I meet a lot of women who are potential dates out in the real world anyway...Still there is more potential when I am out and about than when I am here at home. By myself. Not signed up for a dating service (Plenty of Fish doesn't count...)
Why am I going out (other than the above reason)? Well, because I have taken into my head to make some hummus. I mean it can't be that hard. And I like it. Not sure if I am going to make tahini too or just buy it this time. We shall see what I find at the grocery store. Yippee! I might aim for dolmades at some point. Yay things wrapped in grape leaves! I also need to do something about Valentine's day. That's tomorrow, isn't it? Eeeek! Well, no matter. Life goes on whatever happens...
I got most of what I wanted to accomplish finished yesterday. I am finding that most of what breaks in the computer stuff I am working on is Augustus error. There are just so many files and so many ways to interact with them that it is confusing. Learning a computer language and programming SDK is like learning, well, a language...I am almost done with the second Apple tutorial - then I am going to go back and try the 8th chapter of the Absolute Beginner book. And I am still not finished with my snail mail letter. Glarg.
Onward.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Do you believe in Magic?
I do. Not sure what sort of magic I believe in, but since I believe that anything is possible, magic must be possible. One of the books I have started to write is a fantasy book and in it I have magic - creating that has given me some solid thought on what constitutes magic. One type is the everyday sort of magic - nature is pretty magical when I think about it. Or there is the reverse magic thought - thinking something won't happen and hoping that it actually will. Or not wanting to jinx something. For instance talking about something and then it not working out the way I would best like. All hoping is a kind of magic, I think. And praying, which is really, in my opinion, just directed hoping. Oh, and by the way, just because anything is possible, doesn't mean that anything is likely. Aliens could knock on my door and ask directions to another dimension, but it probably won't happen...
I wrote a book about relationships. Well, I started a book about relationships. There is a draft (some 175 pages) of it lying around on my computer somewhere. Possible title: Sex, Attraction, Relationship, Dating - Not Necessarily in that Order - A Collection of Thoughts, Observations and Anecdotes on Like, Love and Lust. Or flip that around: Like, Love and Lust - A collection of Thoughts, Observations and Anecdotes on Attraction, Dating, Sex and Relationships. There are four sections - attraction, dating, sex and relationships. It is completely autobiographical. No extensive research, only introspection and self-examination. I started it probably ten years ago and I doubt it will see the light of day in actual book form. Too much personal stuff in there.
Anyway, the reason I write about that is because I have been thinking, as frequently I do, about those very subjects. There was the infamous Just undateable post. I wonder just what I really have to offer a potential partner, really. Sure, I have the normal stuff: intelligence, wit, charm, attentiveness. But materialistically, not much. And I wonder about the process. I think that part of me blanks out all the frustrating and difficult parts and focuses on the good parts once a relationship gets to the good parts. Dating can pretty much suck, so why would I want to put myself through that. Why does it bite? Because of the uncertainty. When one is in a relationship, there is at least some definition. In dating, it is all up in the air. Sure, the unknown is exciting, but can also be enervating and stressful.
Okey, enough drivel. Time for a quick recap of the events of yesterday. It was opera day. Mom woke up at some point and got dressed - at least she was dressed when I poked my head in around 10 am. I hope she didn't wake up at 5 and get dressed and just lie there stressing out. Sigh. We got out in a timely fashion and headed to Victor, NY, the beautiful Eastview Mall Cinema actually. We sat in seats we have sat in before, or close to. The opera was Don Giovanni (Don Juan) by Mozart. I like Mozart's music. And even his dramatic operas always seem to have a little bit of humor in them. Yay humor! All in all it was pretty enjoyable - though long! Mom also got a smidge bored towards the end. It reminded me of the Emperor's comment to Mozart about the opera Mozart had written: Too many notes!
After, we went to TGI Friday's for dinner. Mom had shrimp and chicken, we shared fried green beans and I had some beef on a stick. Not terrible and we have leftovers! Yay! Good day!
Pictures from October 29, 2011:
I wrote a book about relationships. Well, I started a book about relationships. There is a draft (some 175 pages) of it lying around on my computer somewhere. Possible title: Sex, Attraction, Relationship, Dating - Not Necessarily in that Order - A Collection of Thoughts, Observations and Anecdotes on Like, Love and Lust. Or flip that around: Like, Love and Lust - A collection of Thoughts, Observations and Anecdotes on Attraction, Dating, Sex and Relationships. There are four sections - attraction, dating, sex and relationships. It is completely autobiographical. No extensive research, only introspection and self-examination. I started it probably ten years ago and I doubt it will see the light of day in actual book form. Too much personal stuff in there.
Anyway, the reason I write about that is because I have been thinking, as frequently I do, about those very subjects. There was the infamous Just undateable post. I wonder just what I really have to offer a potential partner, really. Sure, I have the normal stuff: intelligence, wit, charm, attentiveness. But materialistically, not much. And I wonder about the process. I think that part of me blanks out all the frustrating and difficult parts and focuses on the good parts once a relationship gets to the good parts. Dating can pretty much suck, so why would I want to put myself through that. Why does it bite? Because of the uncertainty. When one is in a relationship, there is at least some definition. In dating, it is all up in the air. Sure, the unknown is exciting, but can also be enervating and stressful.
Okey, enough drivel. Time for a quick recap of the events of yesterday. It was opera day. Mom woke up at some point and got dressed - at least she was dressed when I poked my head in around 10 am. I hope she didn't wake up at 5 and get dressed and just lie there stressing out. Sigh. We got out in a timely fashion and headed to Victor, NY, the beautiful Eastview Mall Cinema actually. We sat in seats we have sat in before, or close to. The opera was Don Giovanni (Don Juan) by Mozart. I like Mozart's music. And even his dramatic operas always seem to have a little bit of humor in them. Yay humor! All in all it was pretty enjoyable - though long! Mom also got a smidge bored towards the end. It reminded me of the Emperor's comment to Mozart about the opera Mozart had written: Too many notes!
After, we went to TGI Friday's for dinner. Mom had shrimp and chicken, we shared fried green beans and I had some beef on a stick. Not terrible and we have leftovers! Yay! Good day!
Pictures from October 29, 2011:
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| Our friendly ticket taker for the opera |
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| Fried green beans with wasabi mayo dipping sauce |
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| Mom and me at TGI Friday's |
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