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Oct. 27th, 2012 06:49 am1) I have been interrupting ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yunitsa at her work every day (a welcome interruption, I'm told) with digital cries of "oh, Mr. Finch." Last night was season 1 closer and season 2 opener, a very tense pair of eps despite my being spoiled for the plot. I am actually saying "oh, Mr. Reese" now. He's just so delightfully determined and impatient and actually showing a snippet of emotion in the midst of horrible crisis.
2) We are going to have a hurricane. Sandy (male Sandy I think? I've lost track) is chugging up the coast and is supposed to turn ashore somewhere in our area on Monday or Tuesday. It's nice to have the time to prepare. I should go buy some ice. Need to study the weather maps more, but apparently there will be some kind of epic collision between Sandy and a nor'easter (unnamed. Perhaps we should call it Reese) that means we could really get pummelled. So you may not hear from me for a few days. I toldyunitsa I would send her a "oh, Mr. Finch" on my phone to show I was all right if the power goes out. "Ah," she said. "Contingency plan." I laughed.
3) This is great. (Via Language Log, of course.)
English is a little bit like a child. We love and nurture it into being, and once it gains gross motor skills, it starts going exactly where we don’t want it to go: it heads right for the goddamned light sockets. We put it in nice clothes and tell it to make friends, and it comes home covered in mud, with its underwear on its head and someone else’s socks on its feet. We ask it to clean up or to take out the garbage, and instead it hollers at us that we don’t run its life, man. Then it stomps off to its room to listen to The Smiths in the dark.
4) I really don't want to make any more medical appointments, but I guess I should see someone about my right knee. It's been sore and stiff and unsteady for months and really bad lately (I have acquired a Finch-like limp, really not a case of fannish transference I swear). It gets better if I remember to ice regularly and take ibuprofen, and it's probably arthritis, which I can't do much more about, but I'd like to be able to take some long walks in this lovely weather (not the hurricane, I mean, but what we have otherwise in October) and dig in my community garden plot (did I mention that? Next!) and generally exercise to keep the nice weight I'm at through no fault of my own. I need an "ice and ibuprofen" alarm on my phone, perhaps.
5) Community garden plot! (Allotment, for the Brits.) My home veg garden has become increasingly shady over the last couple of years (trees. Who knew they grew?) so I put in for a plot in the local garden, saying I'd take over anything given up this season and pay for it so I had it going into next year. It didn't hurt that the person who runs the gardens for the county is a close friend, but only because she told me what to say; it's all fair and honest otherwise. So now I have a plot, given up recently by the holder because of ill health, but aside from the thistles creeping in from the next plot over, which is a wilderness that has now been seized and the holder banned, it's in pretty good shape (and has peas already growing in it!). So I've been weeding and adding compost and mulching as I get the chance, and I have little herb plants to put around the edges, but otherwise I'll just wait until March to plant.
In other garden-related news, I have been asked to actually teach the vegetable gardening segment (about 4.5 hours worth, which is either way too short or way too long) to the new Master Gardener class in February. *gulp* But I think I know how to make it make sense. I'll also be teaching one day at the community college again in the spring.
6) Off to Allentown again next weekend. Assuming no apocalyptic disaster, which I am not expecting. *crosses fingers*
7) Trying not to worry about the election. I can't do anything about it anyway, besides vote of course, not that even that is tie-breaking in the presidential race. If Maryland doesn't go for Obama, we have had an apocalyptic disaster, and my energy level has not been high enough, even if my social anxiety level was low enough, to go knocking on doors in the parts of Virginia or Pennsylvania that matter. But we do have a gay marriage ballot question, and a horribly gerrymandered congressional race, and other stuff where my vote counts. The gerrymandering favors the Democratic candidate, which I will take happy advantage of and then vote (ballot question) to throw the ridiculous map out. I mean, look at it.
8) I actually read some books (it has been all TV and fanfic for a long while) but that will have to be another post since this one is too long already.
yunitsa at her work every day (a welcome interruption, I'm told) with digital cries of "oh, Mr. Finch." Last night was season 1 closer and season 2 opener, a very tense pair of eps despite my being spoiled for the plot. I am actually saying "oh, Mr. Reese" now. He's just so delightfully determined and impatient and actually showing a snippet of emotion in the midst of horrible crisis.2) We are going to have a hurricane. Sandy (male Sandy I think? I've lost track) is chugging up the coast and is supposed to turn ashore somewhere in our area on Monday or Tuesday. It's nice to have the time to prepare. I should go buy some ice. Need to study the weather maps more, but apparently there will be some kind of epic collision between Sandy and a nor'easter (unnamed. Perhaps we should call it Reese) that means we could really get pummelled. So you may not hear from me for a few days. I told
yunitsa I would send her a "oh, Mr. Finch" on my phone to show I was all right if the power goes out. "Ah," she said. "Contingency plan." I laughed.3) This is great. (Via Language Log, of course.)
English is a little bit like a child. We love and nurture it into being, and once it gains gross motor skills, it starts going exactly where we don’t want it to go: it heads right for the goddamned light sockets. We put it in nice clothes and tell it to make friends, and it comes home covered in mud, with its underwear on its head and someone else’s socks on its feet. We ask it to clean up or to take out the garbage, and instead it hollers at us that we don’t run its life, man. Then it stomps off to its room to listen to The Smiths in the dark.
4) I really don't want to make any more medical appointments, but I guess I should see someone about my right knee. It's been sore and stiff and unsteady for months and really bad lately (I have acquired a Finch-like limp, really not a case of fannish transference I swear). It gets better if I remember to ice regularly and take ibuprofen, and it's probably arthritis, which I can't do much more about, but I'd like to be able to take some long walks in this lovely weather (not the hurricane, I mean, but what we have otherwise in October) and dig in my community garden plot (did I mention that? Next!) and generally exercise to keep the nice weight I'm at through no fault of my own. I need an "ice and ibuprofen" alarm on my phone, perhaps.
5) Community garden plot! (Allotment, for the Brits.) My home veg garden has become increasingly shady over the last couple of years (trees. Who knew they grew?) so I put in for a plot in the local garden, saying I'd take over anything given up this season and pay for it so I had it going into next year. It didn't hurt that the person who runs the gardens for the county is a close friend, but only because she told me what to say; it's all fair and honest otherwise. So now I have a plot, given up recently by the holder because of ill health, but aside from the thistles creeping in from the next plot over, which is a wilderness that has now been seized and the holder banned, it's in pretty good shape (and has peas already growing in it!). So I've been weeding and adding compost and mulching as I get the chance, and I have little herb plants to put around the edges, but otherwise I'll just wait until March to plant.
In other garden-related news, I have been asked to actually teach the vegetable gardening segment (about 4.5 hours worth, which is either way too short or way too long) to the new Master Gardener class in February. *gulp* But I think I know how to make it make sense. I'll also be teaching one day at the community college again in the spring.
6) Off to Allentown again next weekend. Assuming no apocalyptic disaster, which I am not expecting. *crosses fingers*
7) Trying not to worry about the election. I can't do anything about it anyway, besides vote of course, not that even that is tie-breaking in the presidential race. If Maryland doesn't go for Obama, we have had an apocalyptic disaster, and my energy level has not been high enough, even if my social anxiety level was low enough, to go knocking on doors in the parts of Virginia or Pennsylvania that matter. But we do have a gay marriage ballot question, and a horribly gerrymandered congressional race, and other stuff where my vote counts. The gerrymandering favors the Democratic candidate, which I will take happy advantage of and then vote (ballot question) to throw the ridiculous map out. I mean, look at it.
8) I actually read some books (it has been all TV and fanfic for a long while) but that will have to be another post since this one is too long already.
