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Thou breath of autumn's being
Nov. 18th, 2011 02:56 pmIt's actually almost still and calm today, but it's been windy for weeks. The leaves are crisp and dry because of the drought, and I could hardly go outside for days without thinking, "How Shelleyesque!"
In the past week, I have:
Sent two vegetarian and two vegan pizzas to Occupy Minneapolis.
Made a rash of tiny donations for Give to the Max Day. I forgot a couple of places, though.
Taken Aristophanes to the vet for his third thyroid test. The vet wants to catch it going over into the high range, but it sticks stubbornly at high-normal. I don't really want him being poked so often, so I might ask for a longer interval before trying again. After they took the blood, the vet tech told me, she took out the remaining mats in his tail. He is mat-free for the first time in I don't recall how long. Since half his fur is also shaven, maybe I can groom him well enough to keep him that way.
Arranged for the thermocouple in the downstairs furnace (the newer furnace) to be replaced. The repair guy had to walk past the older furnace, and, like the last furnace guy, said, "Wow, you might want to get that replaced on your own terms instead of waiting for it to fail." We hope it will get through the winter and will seriously consider replacing it next spring. It won't celebrate its hundredth birthday, but will come close -- the house was built in 1916 and this is the original furnace for the upstairs.
Broken through the defective child-proof cap of my new bottle of metoprolol with a hammer, a screwdriver, and a pair of scissors, and decanted the pills into an old bottle whose cap worked.
Finished rereading the Aubrey/Maturin series. I was Not Really Happy with the last five or six volumes when I read them as they came out. I apparently have never reread them, stopping earlier in my rereading, but this time I did, and, aside from a couple of events most readers of the series will be able to think of at once, but that I will not mention for fear of spoiling those who haven't read them yet, I was much better pleased this time around.
Watched, with Raphael, a really annoying one-hour movie starring Alan Rickman and wasting Emma Thompson. It's based on a poem that in my opinion would have been far better if it had been told from Thompson's character's viewpoint. It had "lunch" in the title but I'm too annoyed to look it up. Emma Thompson was excellent. Well, so was Rickman. But the situation was cliched and did not rise above that at any time.
I continue to be far, far behind on everything from yard work and laundry to writing.
Pamela
In the past week, I have:
Sent two vegetarian and two vegan pizzas to Occupy Minneapolis.
Made a rash of tiny donations for Give to the Max Day. I forgot a couple of places, though.
Taken Aristophanes to the vet for his third thyroid test. The vet wants to catch it going over into the high range, but it sticks stubbornly at high-normal. I don't really want him being poked so often, so I might ask for a longer interval before trying again. After they took the blood, the vet tech told me, she took out the remaining mats in his tail. He is mat-free for the first time in I don't recall how long. Since half his fur is also shaven, maybe I can groom him well enough to keep him that way.
Arranged for the thermocouple in the downstairs furnace (the newer furnace) to be replaced. The repair guy had to walk past the older furnace, and, like the last furnace guy, said, "Wow, you might want to get that replaced on your own terms instead of waiting for it to fail." We hope it will get through the winter and will seriously consider replacing it next spring. It won't celebrate its hundredth birthday, but will come close -- the house was built in 1916 and this is the original furnace for the upstairs.
Broken through the defective child-proof cap of my new bottle of metoprolol with a hammer, a screwdriver, and a pair of scissors, and decanted the pills into an old bottle whose cap worked.
Finished rereading the Aubrey/Maturin series. I was Not Really Happy with the last five or six volumes when I read them as they came out. I apparently have never reread them, stopping earlier in my rereading, but this time I did, and, aside from a couple of events most readers of the series will be able to think of at once, but that I will not mention for fear of spoiling those who haven't read them yet, I was much better pleased this time around.
Watched, with Raphael, a really annoying one-hour movie starring Alan Rickman and wasting Emma Thompson. It's based on a poem that in my opinion would have been far better if it had been told from Thompson's character's viewpoint. It had "lunch" in the title but I'm too annoyed to look it up. Emma Thompson was excellent. Well, so was Rickman. But the situation was cliched and did not rise above that at any time.
I continue to be far, far behind on everything from yard work and laundry to writing.
Pamela
