Tuesday, July 30, 2013

30 July 2013

Short entry tonight as I just finished finishing a report and I'm in the midst of having one of my "spells" which I have come to learn are "late-life migraine accompaniments" or a "typical aura without headache". Meaning I have a squiggly colorful thing right in my field of vision so I can't really see the diary entry.

Otherwise, decent day. Sunny. Decent workout. Work was okay.

Monday, July 29, 2013

29 July 2013 (Monday)

On this day in 1967:
Nice day.
H2O in corn a.m. Haul alder lop down.
Not entering the last couple of days which I missed because we were on a mini-vacation to Vancouver to the Rush concert. All went reasonably well. We started out Saturday morning around 10:30 and took the scenic route going over towards Aberdeen on 101, but cutting down to Raymond on 107(?) and then down to 4 and over to I5 at Longview and down to Vancouver. Nice drive but looooong. Got to the hotel at like 5:15 or so. But we saw five eagles' nests, at least one with an eaglet or two in it. Had dinner at a so-so Italian place nearby and then set out walking along the river (Hilton hotel downtown) to find a Fred Meyer that one of the hotel people said was like a mile down Columbia Way. Well, it wasn't. Probably walked for a full hour or more and ended up stopping at a Plaid Pantry mini-mart near the hotel for a couple of sodas for the evening and the morning. We were upgraded to a large suite for an extra $50 per night and it was very worth it, mainly because I could get up earlier.

Sunday we went for breakfast in the hotel and it was pricey, like $35 for the two of us. After that we drove into Portland and toured the Pittock Mansion, which was built in the early 20th century for a wealthy pioneer, but fell into disrepair in the 1960s, at which time it was purchased by the city and restored. Gorgeous house, obviously. Downtown Portland was, meh, and we stopped at a dumpy McD's for a light lunch before going back to the hotel. I swam laps in the pool for half an hour which the Spousal Unit looked on, and it felt great after the big breakfast. There was a farmer's market nearby so we popped over there for a bit, too. Bought some mini donuts.

And then. . . show time! Almost. Went for dinner at a place called Tommy O's, sort of Hawaiin-themed. Nice, but slow and I was getting antsy. The concert started at 7:30 and we didn't leave the restaurant until almost 6. But all went well, we drove to a nearby (the amphitheater) park & ride and took a shuttle to the venue (Sleep Country Amphitheater in Ridgefield). Got there around 7, and wandered around a bit, before getting to our seats. Sadly, we were right next to a couple of fat slobs; young, probably 20s. The boy especially, who was right next to me, had earrings and polished fingernails. He eventually broke his seat, he was so fat. Well, it also turned out that they were in the wrong section anyway, so at least they left and a couple of nice (thin!) people moved in although neither sat down.

Good show, although I wish I'd had ear plugs. They don't interact too much with the audience, which is kind of disappointing, but okay. Recall I'd seen them in 1986 or so, but can't remember anything about it, not even the female I was with. So I paid attention! They played for almost 3 hours in two long sets. First set was a lot of their 1980s and early 1990s material. I snuck out a ways in to get a shirt, a baseball jersey which was way too expensive, but I didn't like any of the t-shirts. Second set was mostly from their new album, Clockwork Angels. Not bad. They have a string section for this tour, which was interesting. Towards the end they went back to some earlier stuff, still mostly 1980s and 1990s. It was only at the encore they played a couple from Moving Pictures (1981), one from Permanent Waves (1980) and then only one bit of 2112 (1976). Crowd loved that portion. I wish they'd have played more of the really early stuff, but whatever. I enjoyed it and am glad I went.

We got back to the hotel before 11:30, the shuttle thing being a very good way to go. I only slept until about 5:45, so I was tired all day. I drank a bunch of soda upon arising, however, and at 6:30 went down to the little fitness room for a short workout, which felt good. We just got breakfast from the downstairs Starbucks, piddled around a while and then drove home; on I5 all the way this time, stopping at an outlet mall in Centralia and for lunch in south Tacoma. Got back home around 1:30.

I liked Vancouver. Pretty town, fairly normal-feeling. During the concert I may have had something of an epiphany relating to, well, more of the same about how I should conduct myself. Don't know why it hit me then, save for maybe the load of nostalgia that was sloshing all around. Kind of a realization that what needs most work is doing the things I don't really care about or don't want to do well, regardless. That's been my "problem" my whole life, I think: I throw myself into things I want to do and just kind of "do enough" on the things I don't. I know most people are like that, but it's always kind of bothered me. That and I think I've always had an idea that I should eventually find my calling at something I'm just good at right off the bat almost. Like I (and everyone else) should be almost gifted at one thing and I wouldn't even have to try very hard at that to do well. Probably results from books I read when young. Hence, I think stuff I'm not immediately good at or don't really care about, I just mostly try to ignore and not deal with. That has to change. I need to do everything that really needs to be done, and do it well whether I like doing it nor not.

I know, big revelation. . . . .

Friday, July 26, 2013

26 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
Liquid sunshine (drizzled)
New coat to Colby?
Gertrude Sundeberg to Everett. Hoe corn sugar King silk out![?] 2 Beet pulp Ole Strand pay me $2.93 at Methodist Camp social hour MCCaw church gould. Mike Barber. McCaw use his station wagon to take us to & fro. Took Merc to Andy Smith's. Bee inspector here.
E.B. Brogdon. Mrs. Lars Lervold at Gardners p.m."tail lite"!
"Liquid sunshine" is used around here for the rain, which we here in 2013 have not had any of for 29 days. Another warm one today, around 84. I slept pretty well last night and had a great workout, rode my bike down. Headlight didn't work, I think I left it on the other day and drained the batteries. Left the tail light on this morning, too, and either it turned off by itself or some kind soul flipped it off for me.

Worked all day at home on the alcohol thing, mostly making sure the data is nice and clean. May have had one problem, or at least something I wanted to address: making sure those who were kicked out for not having a 12-month CD4 were really legit and also seeing who they all were. Most were dropouts before they were even in for 12 months, and most of the rest just didn't have a test within the prescribed window. So it still looks good. Walked up to SBux around 9, long line of people. Went to McD's for lunch and had one of their new Ranch Habanero Q Pounders (with bacon!). Good but kind of messy. Tried to do some house cleaning while stuff was running, the mother in law is staying here for a couple of days while we're in Vancouver to see Rush all weekend. It should be nice to get away and prepare for next week which will be busy. We come back Monday (today is Friday) and I work my last two full days at GH for a while on Tues Wed, and then do archy Thurs and Friday, actually excavating a site up on Camano. I should have a week more or less "off" after that because the plumbers will be here. Watered the front lawn and plants.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

25 July 2013 (Thursday)

On this day in 1967:
Foggy a.m.
Look for McCaw[?]. Chuck Gould Milk [Barker?] 8 a.m. Yes.
Shoot for champion? 1. Mike 2. Chuck. 

That should probably be Mike Barker.

I had a reasonably good day. Woke up at 4:15, meh. Good workout. Went to work a little early for whatever reason (oh, I remember, the later bus is really full every Thursday). Worked on alcohol stuff all day, mostly figuring out how to do the "12 months on ART" thing and thinking there was a serious problem (there wasn't), although the number of cases did drop quite substantially after taking out the ones with no CD4 at 12 mos. Still, by the end of the day I had all of the analyses re-done and it looked pretty good. Chatted with Jennifer for a bit in the lunch room. I really like her, should talk with her more often. She's the one who, during my first or second week there in 2010, showed up to work in a very short skirt and very high heels leading me to believe I should try to stay there. Heh. She'd had some wedding-related function after work, that's why she was all gussied up.

Bus home was uneventful, save for riding back with the Spousal Unit who was downtown for some class thing. We had leftover pizza and dry broccoli salad for dinner. Walked. Watering back yard right now, it's been 28 days without precip at the airport, although a couple of weeks ago we got some rain from a short thunderstorm.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

24 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
Nice day. Saw logs, split 1/2
[unk] grass under fence. Ragna pick Willametts[sic]. Cindy with her. (2 pails ours) Pick up Margarette & Bertha. ORDER hinge for hood. Meve Richt side[? Need right side? doesn't look like that either].
Spend Edw. $1.00 grange beef! Fork from Margarette Bannista.
Yeesh, tough one to decipher.

I had a quite decent day. Only slept until a little after 4 -- jack was up making noise before that, too -- but I didn't feel too bad because I was in the bed all night. Had a very good workout, too. Started out sunny and fairly warm (60) and stayed that way, finally hitting 87 or thereabouts.

I did more fiddling with alcohol numbers, awaiting my scary meeting with Barb the biostat at 2. I did eat my PB&J out on the back deck, which was pleasant. Lots of people in the office today, too. The meeting went well, very non-scary. I'd done everything pretty much correctly up to that point and I think she was impressed. Had a few things to suggest, and it turns out I can just do a regular linear regression, albeit I have to fiddle with the alcohol use variable some. So really, I think I can get a decent draft of the analysis plan (which is really just a short version of a manuscript) by the end of the week. Not quite the draft manuscript (for publication) I'd hoped for by the end of July, but not bad. I still might spend much of the next couple days maybe starting a manuscript.

The bus was late AGAIN ostensibly because of an M's game in the afternoon so I didn't get home until 5:15 and just had basic Tuna Helper (i.e., tuna casserole) for dinner. Then we walked down to the Ronald McDonald House to drop off some hats for the sick kids. The Spousal Unit and some coworkers knit those. When I got back I briefly watered and then finished the draft of the survey report. So, busy day, but I'm pleased with the results.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

23 July 2013

On this day in 2013:
Nice day.
No go for boys a.m. McCaw bring them. SS only. Leah fry chick.
Needed $163.20 Rec'd 94.90.
7-16 Need 1142.40 Rec'd 984.13
Picnic Siberia [154?] each
Plan volley ball. H2O in corn OK. [Join?] to Margarette Bluenke[?]
No response to knock at door. Check to Alan $12. He still owes me $5.
Kind of a quickie entry today, I spent the last 45 minutes working on a report for the guy I did work for last week. He's really interested in getting it back quickly, so after I got home this afternoon (1-ish) I worked on it and tried to get as much done as possible. Was out at 520 at 6:30 this morning, wearing a long sleeved shirt to keep the sun off my forearms. Either that or the gel I'd used worked as they hardly itched today. Still don't know what caused it. Boring day out there, although they were excavating for a while at least.

That's about it, just lots of work today. Am seriously thinking about a new vehicle as it looks like there will be enough work at Cascadia after July. Am slowly convincing the Spousal Unit of the need and feasibility. I think.

Monday, July 22, 2013

22 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
Nice day.
Lou & Leah to Darrington. Stop & see Maude, OSO Store, Geo. & Viola coffee.
Thrifty Foods
Neal Lee to be at Lou's
1 gal Change oil [there?] 338055
Hood hinge right side NG
Jim Mountgomery[sic] fire permit?
Weird night. Got up and had difficulty going back to sleep despite Ambien. And Lola barked for quite a while.

Good day and bad day. I had a really great workout, and came home expecting the contractor between 8:30 and 9, but he never showed. Never even called. So instead I worked on alcohol-related stuff (wish I'd gone in then). But I skyped with C. about the paper and I think I'm getting close to a final set of criteria and analysis. Apparently, M. the PI is pleased with it and sent the Kenya people an email about how this was what he'd like to see in terms of using the data. Still haven't lost interest in it either.

Both my forearms itched like mad most of the day, I don't know what's wrong with them. There's nothing like a rash or anything, they just itch all over. I suspect it may be from too much sun, so tomorrow when monitoring I'll be in SPF 50 and trying to keep out of the sun as much as possible. I finally put some medicated gel on them that the Spousal Unit got for something else and that seemed to work somewhat. I might try some other junk I have for my rosacea, too.

Eh, otherwise fairly uninteresting day. Found out Yoshi the local standard weinerdog had a ruptured disk, that was why we'd seen him being carried a couple times. Apparently he's had surgery and is mostly better now. He's a sweet dog and just chock full of energy.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

21 July 2013 (Sunday)

On this day in 1967:
Nice day.
Breed Wanda 1:30 p.m.
To SNOH with Lou, also Everett. Back 11 a.m. [Horn?] connected Andy South? Make date for Motor tune up! Phone? Bev. Hathaway pick Canbys.
Lee pick Willamate's[sic] Clyde + Boys.
Look at fence, try to chase Holstein steer home.
Bought cutter & trowel & stapler $3.00.
Lee & Clyde eat supper, get blackberries Mrs. Nelson.
FINALLY my back is getting better. Neck possibly is, too. The former results largely from sitting on my exercise ball much of the day, that thing does wonders. The latter is just time, I think. I slept until 5, but felt not well rested because my back was bothering my all night as was my neck. But I felt okay most of the day, at least after the ol' back eased up some. Mostly I watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer all morning -- SyFy is doing a Buffy marathon. It was nice to watch it again. I don't remember why I started watching it, although I think I'd heard or read it was a good program (the short skirts may have helped, too), but I picked it up at some point and watched it through to the end. Think it started in 1997. Gads, almost 20 years ago! At the time I didn't have my PhD, was still working for the County doing SAS programming and was living in an apartment.

I did, however, get all of my usual Sunday chores done before starting Buffy at 9.

We did the usual stuff after that, UVil for lunch and shopping, then home, although I dumped the Spousal Unit off at the knitting store and she walked home from there. After that we *gasp!* went up to Northgate! Actually, the Target up there, as I needed a new light for my bike (I'd gotten a flashing red one at a bike shop near the UVil but the head ones were too $$$). Got that and a couple other things, and then back home to. . .watch more Buffy! And we got a pizza from Pagliacci. Then a usual walk, although the Spousal Unit found a necklace on the sidewalk, nice one, too, might have a couple of diamonds in it, and a ruby.

Am watering the plants at the moment, it's been very dry since late June, only the one bout of thunderstorms.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

20 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
33706.8 Home Silverdale
See Frances at Katherine Burks -- Ear Rings
104.9 Round trip to Silverdale!
Not really sure what the numbers mean, prices of homes in Silverdale?

Today was a halfway decent day. I slept until 4:30 (okay), but it was difficult because both my neck and back still hurt so turning over was a struggle. We went out for breakfast and then I spent nearly all morning down in the big green chair switching the heating pad between my back and neck. The neck just won't.get.better. I've never hurt it this bad before. So today was kind of slow walking. The only thing that really helps is 600 mg of ibuprofen.

We went for lunch at McD's and then got dinner stuff at the UVil QFC, found they're starting construction on their parking structure and after Tuesday next week that whole area will be blocked off, really putting a damper on parking. I figure they'll get enough of it done to pave over for the holiday season at least.

After that the Spousal Unit went to the knitting store and I popped over to a home brewing store. I might try my hand at brewing beer so I can have some experience with it. At some point I'd like to malt my own grain. We'll see. After that we hit an estate sale in Ravenna in a big old house. Nothing really I was interested in although they had a Seattle street map from 1957. Mostly female stuff. When we got back I went out in the back yard in the sun to ease my farmer tan somewhat. This evening we walked up in Laurelhurst near where we used to live on 50th and Sandpoint. Nice and quiet, lots of expensive houses, etc.

I've mentioned the sorts of workout garb that the females at the gym wear, so I figure I should leave for posterity what the guys wear as well. Actually, the women have vastly more choices. These days it's mostly shortish nylon shorts, just-past-the-knee spandex leggings, or spandex yoga-type pants, sometimes spandex shorts with mid-thigh or the really short ones (the butt-cheek-poking-out sort). A few are even wearing skirts or skorts. On top, close-fitting t-shirts, or nylon/spandex jerseys (also close fitting), or sort of spandex tank tops. Guys, on the other hand, are predominantly long baggy shorts (either just above or below the knee) and often "shorts" that are really capri pants. Shirts are generally loose-fitting t-shirts or often tighter fitting spandex t-shirts, some tanks. Back when I started in the early '90s, I could get away with spandex shorts, but those went out for men years ago (although some still wear them). Even tank tops are a bit out of fashion. Essentially, the men are all covering up with baggy stuff and the women are letting as much of their form (and often skin) show as possible. Which bothers me not, as one might imagine.

Friday, July 19, 2013

19 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
Pick Willamettes.
Take to Al Lamp. Leah & Lou to Everett etc. Pick crate for Lou. Leah hair do. Also saw Carl Moll, Paul Jacksons?
Dr. NEAR tail light & bulb $2.93
Lens 2.46 + bulb .47 = $2.93 Ole Strand
Finally not a "Nice day"!

I had a vaguely bad day. Woke up at 3:30 and my back hurt and my neck hurt so I went to the other room but went back to sleep. Had a very good workout although my back really hurt -- I think it's my chair at work. Came home (rode bike), ate two bagels, and then got everything ready to go to Camano for a small survey. Randall pulled up just as I got there, picked up a screen, got some forms, left to go up there around 9:15, I think. Maybe 9:30. I didn't actually get to the house until after 10:30 because I went the wrong way around the island. But I was done by noon. The owner was very pleasant, loved my car, chatted while I worked, etc. I stopped at Burger King on the way past Stanwood for lunch, and then headed home, stopping at Cascadia on the way. I think I was home a little after 2. NOTE: Record mileage.

Had a twinge of anxiety this afternoon, thinking that maybe Willeke switched me to the bath house because I did a shoddy job with the granary forms. I was really thinking perhaps the melatonin may have been driving the anxiety, as I quit taking it a couple of days ago and haven't woken up to an attack since. True, this all may have started when I started on that stuff, but I didn't take it for quite a while and was still suffering from it. But maybe it started it off and got me so used to thinking a certain way that I couldn't get out of it? We'll see.

Also started actually learning a song to play for practice purposes, America's "Sandman". It's fairly simple, only a few chords, and basic strumming, at least how I'll be doing it. It will help me practice some basics.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

18 July 2013 (Thursday)

On this day in 1967 (Tuesday):
Nice day.
Fire permit expires today. Get new one? [Grime?] pump work OK. Water carrots & corn. Get new foot. Value $5.17 Arl[ington] (&dw) cas check $20.00. Leah $1.00 for Ladies Aid. David & Roger & me cut down alder, haul to field down hill back 5:10 p.m. Clyde & Chas here. Get Bertha & MRs. Olander 6 p.m. Arl[ington] to Margarete Bannister's 6:30 p.m.
Kind of a busy day in 1967.

I had a decent day, I suppose. Started out well, I slept in the bed until 4:30! Felt very good to do that. Had a decent workout, even though my back still hurts and I believe I definitely have a cold, albeit a minor one. Yet another fashion note from the IMA: An asian female was wearing short-shorts but with a tiny little skirt over it, a short little pleated thing like you see on a pole dancer. Oddly, she wasn't a young 20-year old either, but probably later 20s or 30s. I thought it was a bit much for the gym, although she could pull it off all right. Actually, the place was crawling with females today; undoubtedly tomorrow will be almost all guys.

So, went to work, and had a decent day at it. Mostly I ran the computed variables program, but several times as I was trying to get some diagnostics out and kept running into problems. But I read some alcohol papers and kept busy. Poor Gwen who sits behind me was coughing all day, she's had a cold. She probably shouldn't have been there, but we chatted a bit, so it was a bit more pleasant of a day. Maybe my email to Metro got some attention because the 3:30 today was on time, maybe even early, and went quickly along. Heh.

Leftovers for dinner. Shortish walk because I'm not feeling all that great. Watered some of the plants outside.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

17 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
Nice day.
Lyle Widmark $7.50 service call. ?*?!
"  "      "     "     Parts 5.30 $13.85 total
[Prefs?] & Calf Manna $7.15
Clyde help work on Gould pump Dick Canby's.
Weird day, rather than a Nice Day here in 2013. Woke up in the middle of the night to rain, although I couldn't hear it very well and I went back to sleep right away. Apparently some thunderstorms rolled through. The ground was wet this morning so it was at least some rain which was welcome. I felt awful though: woke up with a sore throat and sore head and sore neck and sore back (the first two were new). That was at 4:15, but I did remain in the bed all night for a change. I got ready as usual, but on the way to the gym it occurred to me that I could actually take a sick day; so I did! I figured I'd use it or lose it, so I just came home after working out. I did a little bit of work, but mostly did nothing of any consequence (almost). Fiddled around until about 10:20 and headed out to the Sam's Club, and one the way back from there. . . . .I took two speakers to the Goodwill. I'm actually rather sad about that because one of was nice little Genesis V6. That was the first vintage speaker I bought, as a single. I though it'd be relatively easy to get another one but it's been over two years and not so much as a nibble. So I got rid of that one and the little JBL I'd had it paired with. I put the Boston A60s downstairs in their place. I'm planning on getting another pair of Advents for the living room so I had to get rid of something.

At any rate, after that I went to UVil for lunch, had a salad at the Italian place, got some more zinc tablets and then came home. Once home I decided to refoam the new Advents, which went. . . .okay. Actually not my best work. These didn't fit quite as well and I didn't line up the notches with the screw holes, and one was actually off center. The other went very well though, so I may have to re-do the one, probably will order a single foam for it in my next order. I'd feel bad selling it like it is, or even donating it. But I finished the whole process by 4 and they're all put back together and hooked up, although I won't use them until tomorrow. Spent the rest of the afternoon piddling with guitar.

Speaking of which, I tried to revitalize my practicing, and found a very beginner's few lessons online and re-started my learning. Right now I am just practicing strumming incessantly; I really wasn't very good at it, so I'm re-starting out by just getting the strumming motion down pat. Utterly boring, but it's more of a goal now, getting an extremely basic skill down pat. It was getting a bit tiresome and I hadn't been looking forward to practicing.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

16 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
Nice day.
Get Chuck Gould. Mike Benker 12 MI. +
McCall also map shot?
17 miles -- $1.70
Needed each Sunday $163.20
Rec'd 7-9 -- 172.76
Needed 7-9 -- 979.20
Rec'd "  "  -- 889.23
Water Willametes
Water corn
Lost keys to auto
Eek! Lost car keys!

I had a decent day. Almost slept in the bed all night, but Lola barking woke me up. I did not, however, start worrying about anything. I've been off the melatonin for two days now, cause-effect? We'll see. But I awoke at 4:45 so a Diet Coke made for a stunning (leg) workout. The ol' neck was doing better, as I made sure to sleep on my left side all night.

Last night I dreamed that I was at some estate sale and there was an apparently mint pair of Smaller Advents (although they did look different). It was the end of the day and they had marked them down from like $169 to $15. I was all set to grab 'em when I took the grille off of one. It didn't actually have a front, it was gone and all you could see was the insulation and the woofer. The tweeters were still attached but they were the double-cone things Advent did on some of theirs. The other one was okay, but the wood in front was warped somewhat. At any rate, I spent a while hemming and hawing about whether to even pay $15 for them, can I really make a new front piece and seal it, etc. Sheesh.

Worked at home all day, got a decent amount done, albeit mostly running the usual programs for the big data set. Tried to install a copy of SPSS and Python on my old PC, but it didn't work for a number of reasons, not least of which the stupid thing can't get wireless access. Windows: it was always lousy, it is lousy, and it will always be lousy.

Went to McD's, busy, was behind a gaggle of fat Mexican women and girls. Well, one, the younger one, wasn't fat, but I felt kind of sorry for her since she no doubt will be fat eventually. It took a while, I wonder if they have new owners.

Anyway. Warm and kind of humid today, though nothing like the midwest. SUpposedly thundershowers around but none on us.

Monday, July 15, 2013

15 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
Nice day.
John [Kraetz?] injured at Gardner's Gate 3 p.m. Put in H2O Jim Creek. Saw Marge Kahn at J.P.E. 8:45 to 10 p.m. Birthday cake Lee & Clyde6 p.m. Sunday 9:40 a.m. help Elmer Thompson Fred Albert. Ernie Jackson. Soft-In-Large? trade + baler home? 
I kind of guessed at the last couple of sentences. Very cramped writing.

Bad night, at least for my neck. I woke up to a loud bang outside, moved to the TV room and then heard another loud bang outside. But, I got back to sleep. Then I woke up again and my neck hurt like the dickens. Hard to turn over because I couldn't move my head much. And it even hurt more when I finally got up with the alarm. Sheesh.

So the workout, while very good, was strained. Did a decent amount although I could do no ab stuff, so I ran on the track for ten minutes instead. That was even difficult, although the last 3-4 laps went pretty well. Work was kind of boring, I ran a bunch of programs and found yet more odd things in the latest data upload. Pretty quiet though, not a whole lot of people came in. Warm today as well.

The bus never showed up so I had to wait for a half an hour. This happens at least once a month. I discovered one advantage of a smart phone: I can send irate emails when I'm still irate.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

14 July 2013 (Sunday)

On this day in 1967:
Nice day. Clyde's birthday. Phone Ruth Taylor. Pick raspberries. 1 1/2 crate ([ho home Lamp?]) trip to Mt. Vernon. Leah buy soup dishes, cake plate. Mrs. Harry Carlson not home. Leah jam & Freeze 1 1/2 crates of Canby 1/2 crate of Willamette! Phone Ruth Taylor 8 p.m. Letter from Mary Louise.
My 2-2704 Silverdale 2 long distance.
Don't understand the last bit. Doesn't look like a phone number. Silverdale is on the other side of the Sound from Arlington.

I slept okay last night, awakening well rested at 5. Spousal Unit got up around 6:30? Anyway, I laid my head on her for maybe 10 minutes and my neck has been wickedly sore all day. I think it's probably a pinched nerve.

Went to McD's for breakfast and I ate very slowly as I felt like if I gobbled it down -- and I was HUNGRY -- I'd feel sick, and it worked. Spent the rest of the morning piddling around, I was going to pull ceiling lumber down but the neck made that impossible. I put air in the Spousal Unit's old bicycle tires and reassembled it. It's a cheap bike, I think. Works vaguely okay, but I like my old one better. A little before 11 went went over to Montlake to an estate sale, very nice old Craftsman house on a corner. I got a Glenn Miller CD (unopened) and am listening to it now; I like GM but I just don't like the old recordings; I have one CD that has, I think, newer recordings of his stuff and I like it. I think I just have to appreciate it as if I'm listening to it on an old radio and sort of pretend I'm back in the 1940s.

After that we did the usual UVil stuff. Had hot dogs from a hot dog stand that's been operating there for a few years now. Actually, once the recession hit and showed no signs of really improving -- still doesn't, thanks Barack! -- a lot of people who had lost their jobs and were finding it difficult to find new ones took up slinging hot dogs. I actually had a veggie dog, a spicy one. Very good. I just didn't want more meat after breakfast.

Oh and I found my Sporting News college football magazine! Could not find it last year. I've been getting it for years 'round about mid-July to get ready for football season. Mostly I, um, read it in the bathroom. Heh. Each article is about long enough, IYKWIMAITTYD. Mostly to get reacquainted with the teams and such after a few months off, although now ESPN has been doing their 1/2-hour college football thing daily year round for a couple of years now, too.

I sat in the back yard in the sun for a while this afternoon trying to mitigate my farmer tan somewhat. I don't really mind it in a vanity sense, but I work out in tank tops and sleeveless shirts so it looks a little odd.

So all my worry about the Bodnarchuk report and all of the monitoring all weekend and for 19 straight days was no big deal after all. I really wish I could get rid of this infernal worry.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

13 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
Nice day.
Pick Bings? cut wood up hill! Get bees from Les Lothian 9 p.m. Mrs. Gardner here til 11:30 p.m.
I was going to make a snarky comment about there being so many "nice days" in 1967, but they've been in late June and July when it's usually sunny and pleasant nearly every day here.

Did it again last night, the usual anxiety thing. Don't know why lately, probably all of the stress from Cascadia projects, C. leaving GH, etc. Actually, this weekend has turned out much better than I worried about (obviously): what I'd thought was going to be a lost weekend of working turned into about half a day today. I left the house at 11 and was back by 4. They were digging a large trench across 520 (at 108th) and it went well and they finished around 3, two hours after I showed up for my 1-8 shift. Traffic wasn't bad either way. The news crews were there when I was and one of the KOMO cameramen slipped down a short embankment. Heh.

So I slept until 5, but was up for a while due to worrying, blah blah blah. Keep thinking it might be some kind of biochemical thing as I've been feeling all bummed since some dope passed me on the right . . . .

And I just went out and picked up a just-dead crow from the back yard. A bunch flew into the trees in the yard squawking up a storm and the Spousal Unit looked back there and there was a dead one laying back near the corner. Poor thing. I think the other ones killed it, they do that. I said a short prayer for it and wrapped it in three plastic bags and laid it to rest in the garbage can.

Also made a right turn in my car and hit the curb hard. I really need to get a new vehicle; I can't keep driving my Mustang all over like this.

Anyway, sad now.

Friday, July 12, 2013

12 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
Nice day.
Pick raspberries for Myrtle 1 1/2 crate $5.00. trip to antiques Mt. Verson. [drove?] Fred Theubet THEUBET. Cherries at Otto's straw (unk) Mt. Verson $1.58 - 6 boxes. to see Mrs. Harry Carlson p.m.? No!
$26 in bank. Mileage 326 miles @ 8 cents.
Very. . .odd, but overall good day. I woke up last night and was drooling on my pillow so I went to the TV room and went right back to sleep. So far, so good, no? Well, then I woke up and had yet another nasty little anxiety attack. I'd like to say I got over it by sheer mental discipline. Alas, no, I ended up being awake for probably 1.5-2 hours. I'd thought it must have been 3 or something when I woke up, but when I finally looked at the clock it was 3:15. Grrr. So I took 1/4 Ambien and went back to sleep until the alarm went off. One thing did help: I repeated to myself "I can be calm and centered and get all of my tasks done". I'd been worrying about my GH work and getting these Cascadia reports done, so when I got up I actually felt pretty positive. Had a good workout, and came back and reworked my alcohol data to include Maseno, the rural site, and everything seemed to work out okay.

I decided to to meet F. at UVil anyway, and that was nice. And I finished the report when I got back, lifting background stuff from someone else's report and rewording it somewhat (for DAHP I really don't care), and then started with dinner. So all in all I did what I said to myself last night: I stayed calm and centered and got my tasks done without worry. BTW, 'centered' means. . . .well, I guess being concerned only with the basics? Something like that. I get that way when I visit Wisconsin. I remember what's really important and stick to that, instead of getting all wound up over what I should be doing or what I'm not doing or whatever. Hopefully I can keep this up.

Went to NGate walking; I bought some black wife-beater tshirts, 4 for $19.99.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

11 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
Nice day.
Bait some moles a.m. Work in garden? Cut some wood. Get G.I. $58.72 [unk]
Andy R. Smith R2 Box 143 used wench? [sic]
Warm beach! Edw. Maxine Scott Lee & Clyde $5000.00 2 acres. 7500 + 200 = $7700 net?
Well, we know he doesn't like yard and garden pests. . . .yes, that really was 'wench' assuming he meant wrench?

What a strange day. Woke up in the middle of the night with a nice little anxiety attack (Note: that's what I call them anyway; I wake up and every dumb or stupid thing I've done feels like the worst thing in the world and I worry about anything and everything) and took a while to get through it. Hate. It. But I slept until 5 and had a smashing (leg) workout, again assisted by the presence of the sorority girls. Not that I'm all drooly or anything, but let's face it, attractive young ladies present makes one work harder. One of the guys struck up a conversation (note: why a guy, darn it?), name's Luke, and engineering grad student. He's very strong, quiet, and doesn't bang the weights around. Decent fellow.

I started futzing with the data again (alcohol) and took out some people, started redoing the stats. Had a little staff lunch from 11:45 to 2 at a little French place (I had crocque monsieur); it was pleasant. Talked with Ann the new admin person and someone else who's name I can't recall.

Also got a notice from Assumption about more idiotic bicycle crap they're planning that would utterly and completely foul up 65th. Why can't we bring back tar and feathers for these morons? I am already composing a submission. It will not be pleasant.

Neighbor girl (ca. 15) was out mowing the lawn in short-shorts, the lower-part-of-the-butt-revealing kind. I can't say I really approve of this fashion development, at least for minors. I suppose I sound like an old fuddy-duddy, but I think there needs to be some sense of propriety.

Actually, this evening I started getting all anxious again, due to many projects with Cascadia, GH, etc., and then the stupid street stuff. Am trying to head it off by thinking. . .well, I don't know what. Will probably take repeating some of my stock phrases over and over when my head hits the pillow, and probably before.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

10 July 2013 (Wednesday)

On this day in 1967:
Nice day.
Pick raspberries? Trip to Dr. Shepler. Leah shot flu! Saw Fred Thoubet 115 So 11th Mt Vernon. Truddie & Margarette here 7 P. Clyde fish in River Jim Creek bring us 1 lot blackberries gave Maggie pail of raspberries. Saw John & Lyla & John Jr. Watch head 1/4 [unk]. Look at Leah's watch. Hamburgers at Palmer [unk].
Like the first diarist I did, these people pick a lot of berries. Come to think of it, my grandmother in Wisconsin had a raspberry patch as well. I guess it's the cheapest way to make preserves and pies and such, when you couldn't just go get a Marie Callendar frozen pie.

Another odd night, had difficulty getting to sleep, then woke up, blah blah blah. Actually, when I awoke the first time my pillow fell of the bed and scared the daylights out of whatever cat was on the bed. Heh. But I slept until the alarm went off. Another excellent workout, although I left earlier to get to work a little early.

Work was mostly bland. I made some progress understanding a linear mixed effects model for my alcohol data, so that was good, and also read a paper on Luo alcohol, pretty much how it works in the society, how it's made, etc. Hope I can continue work on this. Also found out I only have to work one day this weekend, Saturday 1-8 pm. That's a relief: I was looking at a 19-day week! That's not a bad time either, at least the way back will be low traffic. May go to Dixie's for lunch, too, yummmmm.

Some excitement: Spousal Unit made a pineapple upside down cake in a springform pan and it started oozing out and smoking like all get out, which drove her nuts (she does not deal well with fire-related sorts of things). I just calmly turned off the over, turned on fans, and carried on with dinner. I think it mostly finished cooking after the heat was turned off so it might not be a total loss. We're cleaning the over as I type. For the first time. Walked to Metropolitan Market and I got a banana for tomorrow (44 cents). Cooler today, mostly cloudy, up to 75 I think.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

9 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
S.S. & Church. Chuck Gould & Mike Barker.
Bertha took us to Palmer Salther's[?] home via Sunday Lake to see Jessie Hunter not home.
Raspberries are ripe!
Needed 163.30 Rec'd 7-2 249.42
Needed $816.00 Rec'd $716.47
Berries 3.50 crate 35 cents box
[too go?] see sparky!
Well, I had a busy day today. Slept okay, I suppose. Had to be on site over at 520 by 6:30 (made it, avec donut) and then was bored most of the day as they were just pushing around old fill and junk. I did find an old beer can, Hi-Brau (heh), made in Wisconsin, probably early-mid 1970s or so (still had a pop-top which were gone by 1982 or so). C. called and said I could go check out a couple of other areas they might be working in so I went off to one of those in Medina. While I was wandering around looking for the right area a couple of neighbors came out and one started bitching about the trees across the street that were going to fall eventually ('killer trees" he called them). They all asked if I was with WSDOT/ECC, I said not, I was an archaeologist just working for them, but the one guy bitched anyway (not at me). So later on C. calls me and asks if I had dealt with an irate citizen! Apparently, he'd called to complain about the trees and it eventually got around that he was bitching at an archaeologist, etc. etc. Wasn't a big deal at all, but I thought it was kind of funny.

Anyway. Around 1 I went over to another area, nothing going on, but on the way back I stopped at Burgermaster and got a shake -- yum! -- because it was quite warm and all I'd had for lunch was pea salad. Watched for a bit, then went over to sit in the shade and check my email. . .and then. . . .heard a commotion in the air. I looked up and saw three big birds flapping around and coming right towards me. Then one of them dropped something it was carrying like 15 feet from where I was sitting (it was a prey item, aka, a rat) and they all landed right there. Holy $*&%! So I gingerly set my phone to camera and held it up and. . . .they flew away. Obviously didn’t even notice me while they were arguing about who got the rat.

So all but one flew off a ways, but this one sat in a nearby tree and started chewing me out. I waited and waited for it to go get the rat, but it wouldn’t go for it, so I picked it up and flung it a few yards farther away from where I was and after checking it out for five more minutes, swooped down to snag it! Then the other two came back and argued about it some more.

Monday, July 8, 2013

8 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
467 slugs 2 cans full.
To Everett Rummage sale. Lars or Helen Lervold
R1 Box 554 Stanwood WASH 98292 OL9-3888
Lars B. Lervold $8.00
7 p.m. to see Pauline at Hospital broken hip! Lee with us! Look at fence a.m.
Lake [beans?] p.m.
Did he really count all 467 slugs?!

Weird night last night. Woke up at 3 and went to the TV room, took a small amount of Ambien but still took a while getting back to sleep (I think), and then I'd forgotten to reset the alarm so the Spousal Unit had to wake me up. For some reason that always make me feel more tired waking up, when the alarm doesn't do it and I don't wake up on my own. Harumph. Still, a fabulous workout ensued, admittedly assisted by the presence of the two sorority girls.

Work was okay, I spent part of the morning revising Table 1 with a different format. It does look cleaner. Spent much of the afternoon reading. Things are busy at Cascadia, I hope that when the funding at UW winds down in August they can pick up some of the slack. I left at 3:30 and will do so this week and maybe next to make up for having to work all this weekend. Not because I want that extra half hour to relax, but to get stuff done without a weekend.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

7 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
Nice day.
Rummage sale. Sled 1.50 Stool $3.00 2409 baketop[?]
16 Rockefeller
Mow lawn Chas come for his roto tiller, took spray can! Grange meeting 8 p.m.
I wonder how many people under the age of 35 even know what a roto tiller is anymore. My grandmother had one; she had a big garden in her back yard, part of which was a raspberry patch. One of the definite un-fun things growing up was "going up to grandma's" to plant beans, pick beans, till the garden, or do half a dozen other garden-related things. Maybe that's why I don't try real hard to garden, it's all the bad memories.

Today was pretty good. I slept until a wee bit after 5 (hooray) and the Spousal Unit even was up a little after 5:30. I made oatmeal pancakes for breakfast and then did my usual set of afternoon chores before Mass at 8:30. Mass was okay, Fr. Basso was there. He gave a recipe for clam sauce on linguini (he does that) that I tried tonight with mixed success (needs more spices). When I got home I mostly finished the report, that's a load off my mind. All I have left is the quad map, I think. And a good proofing.

Did the usual UVil thing for lunch and shopping. It was supposed to be sunny and around 80, but I think only made it into the low '70s. I dressed for warm and was kind of cold a lot of the day. Kind of perfect weather though. I did a last few things on the report when we got back and then took down a few more ceiling boards. Sheesh, they nailed those dumb things up to last forever. Used these grooved nails that really stick. Tough work. Should have pruned the roses but I wanted to rest when the pasta sauce was cooking.

Been listening to Anita Baker CD all weekend. Chock full of '80s adult contemporary memories it is. Like 4-5 popular songs on it that I remember, too.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

6 July 2013 (Saturday)

On this day in 1967 (Thursday):
Cloudy. No see [stimps?] on Hill a.m. cut wood G.I?
GI truck to Andrew Smith r2 Box 143 12N 60W
Fix brakes!
Fixing brakes is a capital idea! Stimps or maybe stumps?

I managed to sleep until almost 5! Go me. Went out for breakfast and I felt incredibly ill after I finished. I mean, while sitting at the table (booth, actually). Not anything in the food, I'm sure, but I sure felt awful. Came home and laid down on the bed for half an hour.

I spent most of the morning working on my report, wanted to get a good start on it because next week I may not have much time. I got most of the actual report done but still need to do the background stuff. And some maps, but only one of those I'll have to ask Mike or someone to do at the office. Shouldn't be too difficult.

The Spousal Unit did her room's ceiling downstairs while I was doing that and got most of it down, but we discovered it didn't have any pipes in the ceiling, just behind the wall. So except for the garage portion (which we may need a contractor for) we can get the remainder done anytime. Hit an estate sale up on Sandpoint Way and 120th; neat house I bought a couple CDs including an Anita Baker one. They played her a lot on my old radio station, Magic 98 FM, in Madison. It was (and is) "adult contemporary" which seems odd for an aficionado of stuff like Rush to listen to that, but I did. Part of it was being a lovesick 20-something at the time, but it also seemed a bit more. . . .grown up? Anyway, I liked it and it brings back fond memories.

Anyway, after the first sale we had lunch at NGate and then walked down to the Target for some items (contact lens junk, dish brushes, etc.) and then went over to the Cascadia office to drop off the screen. R. was there and we discussed identifying shell midden, then we hit another "estate sale" which seemed more like a yard sale. Hundreds of women's clothing items, either the person was a hoarder or whoever it was is a collector-and-seller. Bought nothing. Stopped at Ace on the way back and got garbage bags for more ceiling junk, Baskin-Robbins, and then home. Spousal Unit took a nap upstairs while I cleaned up the remainder of the mess in her room. Watched a bit of TV and then did dinner (leftovers), walk, etc. Now I have as much time as I wish to practice my gee-tar.

Warm day, 79, just about ideal.

Friday, July 5, 2013

5 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
Nice day.
Brant Lervold. Mark Gardner[unk] snap shots.
to Arl[ington] get Halter rope. Beet pulp $1.75 Bob Murphy trip to OSO. Maud & Brent Armstrong Baby Margaret
Fire permit. not to Andrew South. Beet pulp. halter rope. No see [Geo An duron sav Chas AS?] wants spray can! OK.
That last bit was dicey.

Halfway pleasant day. Woke up at 4:15 (Grr) but had a great workout because of it. Rode my refurbished bike for the first time. The derailleur worked okay, although it kept slipping at times. The back wheel is bent and it rubs against the brake pads some. May have to find new wheels, preferably some vintage ones in good shape. Felt good to ride it again though.

Got back and got ready for the field, couldn't find spiffy new field camera, grrrrrr. Got up there by 10:15 and the lady homeowner was pleasant enough. Probably in her 60s, still in good shape, too. I dug four probes and then went under the house. Found some shell in two probes, but I think it's not midden: too much gravel and not organic enough. Might be beach stuff or perhaps redeposited midden, if that. Was done by noon and then drove up to Cama Beach park for lunch and a quick walk to the beach. Stopped at an estate sale where I saw some speakers but I didn't grab them: they were Klipsch KG2's, 1982-1992, and were probably a good score for $15, but I probably wouldn't have been able to sell them for much more and I'm not big on Klipsch anyway. C'est la vie.

Took me a total of 2.5 hours to get back. Cleaned up some and then watched the movie Strange Brew from 1984, a Bob & Doug McKenzie movie. Pretty stupid but I love it. And it brought me back to the early '80s again. I'm moving towards trying to get my mindset as sort of a modified 1980-85 kinda thing: the way I thought then but with the experience of now. Hard to explain what both of those are, but I'll work on it.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

4 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
Nice day. Wendy bred 9 a.m. Cloudy a.m. Look ok! Bob Olsen Rake
Joan & Alan & children leave 5 p.m. gardner hay!
Les & Roberta chicken & rice potato salad
Dennis & Frances 9 [unk] salad watermelon rools?
Hal & Gertrude ice cream & strawberries [unk]
John & Hazel at Lee & Clyde Supper barb chuck
ice cream & strawberry, toast[?] etc. fireworks home 9 p.m.
Parade at Methodist Church corner 6:30 p.m.
Wendy broke loose tie in barn all afternoon!
Looks like he had a 4th of July get together/potluck. And Wendy (the cow, presumably) was a bit feisty after her 'activity'.

Here in 2013 it was a decent day: starting out by sleeping until almost 5! What else. . . .took down the remainder of the ceiling tiles in the main basement room and also in the laundry room. We were going to start on the last room, but it seems we will have to remove many trim pieces so I decided that was enough for the day. We've been doing sections at a time and then cleaning up and putting things back in order so there's minimal disruption. It's taking a while longer, but there's less stress; and it's really hard on my wrists. Later in the afternoon I started taking down some of the wood they'd nailed up to put the old tile onto. That's a bit more difficult.

We mostly had a quiet day apart from that. Went to McD's for lunch, got some ribs and made those, etc. I watched some TV before, during, and after working on the ceiling. It's July 4th so SyFy channel is running old Twilight Zones all day. I like them. They're very simply done and I like the early 1960s era anyway. After dinner we just went for a walk and did some more cleaning. We will, as usual, be in bed before the fireworks start. Kind of excited, I get to ride my almost-new bike to the IMA tomorrow!

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

3 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
Nice day. Checks to Bank. No savings book. 11 gal Buick $3.31. FIREWORKS. Clyde Chas & David watch. Angela Rosali Judy & Chuck. Joan phone Mary [Enas] say happy Birthday?! Cut [trellis?] with A.O. Strawberries to locker from [unk] $8.00
For those young'uns who may someday read this, the "savings book" refers to a "passbook savings account" where you would get a small booklet that would record transactions to your account so you have a running total of deposits, withdrawals, and the balance. I had one when I was a kid and I think I may have one of the books stored away somewhere. I actually just closed out my old savings account at my bank in Fond du Lac (WI) a couple of years ago. When I opened it up it was the First Wisconsin National Bank and I think by the time I closed it it was either US Bank or Bank One.

Not a bad day today. Slept until 4:30 and had a smashing workout. Our floor had the usual complement of people but the rest of the building was lightly populated: (almost) all day I rode the elevator without stopping at half a dozen floors. Except at noon when I rode up with a bunch of people and an unusually attractive female from our floor. Speaking of which, Engi stopped by in the morning and I convinced her to go sit in the sun for coffee for a few minutes. Kind of a laid-back day, but I found another bunch of alcohol-in-Africa papers to read and spent much of the day going through those. It was also C's last day and she didn't stop by until like 3:20 so I was a bit late getting home. We walked down to Metropolitan Market after dinner (55th and 40th) but got nothing. Nice walk anyway. Probably around 75-80 today, nice and pleasant. Pretty much perfect I would say.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

2 July 2013 (Tuesday)

On this day in 1967 (Sunday):
Perfect day.
SS & Church [SIbenci?]? Frank Johnson on 50th anniv. 2 p.m. Joan Alan 6:30 p.m. Eat on lawn. T.THE 5 + 1.20 = 6.20 Alan 4 silver certificate. 30 lb strawber $8.23 = tax = $8.60.
Mike Rogers Dennis home 8 gal gas $2.80.
Needed each Sunday: 163.20
Rec'd June 25 122.15
Needed 652.80 Rec'd 467.05
That would be 35 cents a gallon for gas. Which works out to $2.44 in inflation-adjusted 2013 dollars, so really the price of gas is about the same today, relatively speaking.

Not a bad day today. Cooled off, only about 83 for the high, very pleasant. I slept in the bed the entire night, although I was awake for a bit after a bad dream (see addendum below). That was a nice change. Had a decent leg workout, although kind of slow going. I was trying to figure out models for my alcohol paper, and I'm afraid I didn't get very far. I eventually gave it up and read another couple of papers. Very restless again today for some reason, difficult to sit for very long. I ate lunch outside on the terrace and it was very pleasant. We had Pagliacci pizza for dinner, walked, etc. I have at least 45 minutes to practice my guitar tonight. My fingers are finally not sore while practicing, so I can play as long as I want.

Anyway, the dream:
So I woke up in the middle of the night (actually probably like 3:30) after a nasty dream. Seems I was walking up the hill from our house -- actually a combination of my current neighborhood and my old one in Fond du Lac -- and there were all these trees dropping blueberry-like things and I didn't like it so I thought I'd "borrow" (aka, steal) a car, a nice Infiniti SUV. I don't know where I was going or what I was doing, but I eventually had it overnight. Next morning I went to get it and it was parked in front of some older asian man's back door. I moved it and in the process had to do some four-wheeling over a bunch of logs and worrying about hitting something and damaging the stolen car I was driving. This was taking place really around the corner and down the block from where I took it. I drove it down the street and was pondering whether I should just park it around the corner to avoid being seen or park it in front of the house and hope maybe they'd never notice it had been gone. Decided on the latter and, of course, someone waiting for a light told me the owners were looking for their stolen car. I made up some song and dance about how I was walking by the asian guy's house and offered to help him move it and was taking it back to where it probably came from. Got to the owner's house (a real dump actually), and talked to the owner -- an older man and his wife -- and gave them the same story and started walking home, carefully taking a different route in case they followed me. They seemed to buy it, but probably not.

And while I was walking I was feeling terrified guilt. I'd stolen a car! I could go to jail! I did it just because I'd wanted it and now I was going to pay dearly for it! Woke up.

Not that it means anything in particular, although it's obviously a metaphor for the sorts of guilt/anxiety things I go through every now and then. I get all upset because I do things that I think I shouldn't have (you know, like buy a receiver that's broken) just because I wanted it and then feel all guilty and such afterwards.

Monday, July 1, 2013

1 July 2013

On this day in 1967:
Perfect day.
Turned Wanda loose a.m. Roto corn a.m. & p.m.
Clean air cleaner Roto tiller
Leah hair do 1 - 4:30 Kath Burke
Perfect day then, warm day now: 89 officially. Which is good because they were saying 94 last night. I guess the marine air is pushing in earlier than expected. I slept okay last night despite the heat, although I think I went into the other room around 3 and -- not looking at the time -- took a fragment of an Ambien. . .and then heard birds yapping. It was a robin and I think it was starting early. Had an excellent workout. Work was fairly routine, although the Big Problem I thought I had last Friday may have been an error on my part; that is, it wasn't really an error after all. But I think I at least have the first part of the analysis done; next is the multivariate model.

Was really restless today, too, I had lot of trouble sitting still. I used to think that was a function of lack of sleep but I think it's probably a function of Monday.

Funny, but just a couple of years ago I would have been all hyperventilating about the heat. That's the worry/anxiety I've related. Hotter than normal, colder than normal, I'd get all worried and stuff. That is indeed progress.

One bit of sad news: my primrose died. =( I'd been keeping it alive in the front yard for like 7 years now and then I looked under the azalea the other day and it was gone! Don't know when, but sometime since last September.