coexistapart's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- bride wars Where has the week gone? It seems like such a sin that the weekend, and relaxation, is here again because the week itself has not been hard. We had Monday and Tuesday off, which means that by Wednesday I was ready and off running to work on eBay as an excuse not to deal with school-related documents, and then yesterday I finally had the car and had a bunch of things to plow through. Now, here we are, and it's Friday. What to do, what to do. I spent $100 at Target yesterday on items for soldier care packages. I will be breaking it up into at least 4 packages, plus I believe I will have some spare items left over, which kind of brings me in at around the $20/package I was aiming for. $25 is probably more realistic to fill such a big box, but I also bought things for a carepackage to send to Nora, and some shirts for Big's granddaughter who turns one next month, so a lot of it was very good value. Kashi bars were on sale for $2.67 per box, among other things. I was hoping to get the boxes out first thing tomorrow morning, but because all the offices in town were out of the APO flat-rate boxes, I'm waiting on a snail mail delivery which could easily bring me into next week. I also went to Toucan and bought biscochitos (state cookie of NM) to send to my two referees. I should also put something together for Aurelius, in Spain. I love wrapping and mailing boxes (as long as the item is not oversized, cumbersome or fragile) and taking them to the post office (so long as the line is not long and I don't get the useless clerk). It just makes me feel so organized and accomplished, like I'm purging things from the house even when I, myself, bring them in. Of course all of this is to say that I essentially spent the $300 that I'm supposed to send in as a credit card payment, but a lot of that is coming back to me this week...just coming back and not "in addition to" what should have already been a payment. We received our first issue of SI magazine. Big and I ordered a bunch with a set of US Airways points that was set to expire. We've got some things coming that we'll likely never read (e.g. Glamour) but it's not like now we won't have a way to pass them along. I've been staying up really late, alone in the living room this week. It's not good behaviour, generally, but I almost wonder if it's kept me sane and from attacking Big because I'm grouchy. Seriously, I wonder if it's time to re-evaluate the Marvelon and if my body has changed or what, and I now need stronger hormones. I mean I know my life and general existence suck right now, and that certainly magnifies any discontent, but still: what's up? Why is the Pill not mediating everything as well as it used to? I'm reading an excellent book right now, from the NYT book review several months ago: Stewart O'Nan's "Song for the Missing." It's like an adult version of Caroline B. Cooney's "The Face on the Milk Carton" and "Whatever Happened to Janie?" that we all read as kids. Girl goes missing before work one day, and then what? It's very real, without being overly emotional or uncessarily exhuasting; there's a lot of colloquial, aught-specific references that will make this book outdated in, oh, 20 years? But right now it's just bizarre to read honest-to-goodness literature that references "the feed tray" (in a printer), Madeline L'Engle (children's author), and a girl holding onto her iPod earbud waiting to put it back in her ear as a parent stands there talking to her from the doorway. The weather here has been jstu beautiful. Unfortunately, for some dumb reason, the pool has been closed. Something about a drain. On the one hand drains can be really important (e.g. when people used to die because their hair was suctioned in during the 1990s) but on the other hand they're saying it's simply because the replacement drain requires four screws and there is only two holes. This is a classic instance of where WE simply used to just use the two holes, and we had an Olympic standard (regulated) pool, not a peasy little kidney-shaped rec pool There was a gardner out with a leaf blower earlier in the week, and birds chirping, so it just sounded like it was mid-June and someone was mowing their lawn. Even now, it's 10am on a Friday morning and it could be late May in Toronto. It's absolutely stunning. Unfortunately though, without somewhere to sit outdoors, I'm not going anywhere until later. I mailed my Chinese application yesterday; somehow, I totally forgot that I had to finalize and "submit" the online version, so it's just as well that it does not arrive until Monday. I kind of want to go "home" to Toronto in April and work at YUS for the summer, living in my (dead) aunt's condo uptown. This is kind of a pipe dream, or at least more of a dream than not, but it's still where I'm at today. 11:18 a.m. - 2009-01-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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