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03 November 2016 @ 09:02 pm
I managed to do a round trip today of 332 miles for work - to Rockland, Bar Harbor, Augusta, then back to Portland. Google says this takes 6 hours 40 minutes, but it took me 9 hours, with road construction, rain, stopping to pee and later to eat, and of course the actual point of the trip, the data downloads I had to collect. However, the good thing is that I knew it would take this long. I have developed a habit of adding a half hour or so to Google's estimate for every two hours, so I shaved an hour off my work time yesterday so I could use it today. So, maybe I'm developing time management skills?

ETA: Only bad thing; I may have food poisoned myself, because I bought some hard boiled eggs at a rest stop and now I feel horrible.

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Curried Goat in a paper cup
26 October 2016 @ 02:54 pm
I have an unusual mid-week day off because someone wanted to trade days off so she can go to her cousin's wedding on the weekend, so I was able to Skype with my brother Hawk and niece! :) He works four ten-hour days and has weekends and Wednesdays off, so he gets to be full on Daddy on Wednesdays, which he loves. :)

I was just scanning back through my entries trying to see if I've assigned my niece a nickname. She doesn't really need one since she's the only niece I have, but it seems right. And as I was looking back I found that I had mentioned in July that Hawk, his Mate Minx, and the child can all TALK. This holds true for today as well - I barely got a word in edgewise. :) Her diction isn't perfect, and she's still working on sentences, but she's fine with three syllable words. She found Daddy's pill minder and made him eat his 'supplements.' The very first thing she told me was "I use potty!" Not even "hello," first. She's very proud of herself. :) Not out of the diapers yet, but starting. "Someone put the tree in the bag!" actually referred to a good sized stick, with which she showed me her cool staff-fighting moves, and almost nailed Daddy a few times with her 'tree.' :)

Proper nicks are difficult. Hawk got that name from an actual shaman he studied with, but his Mate calls him "Monkey" and herself "Minx." I considered calling her Chick, because she is the child of Hawk. A baby hawk can also be called an 'eyas', I find. At one point when she was eating her breakfast and continually requesting more blueberries, Hawk said, "You eat so many blueberries we'll have to call you Sal," a reference to "Blueberries for Sal," a book every kid from Maine reads. :) She doesn't have a copy, yet, so I'll send it to her. :) I don't know, maybe a proper nick will wait a bit longer.

Eventually I left them to clean up and get ready to go to dance class. I hope the blueberry stain comes off her face, not to mention out of her pink shirt. :)

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Curried Goat in a paper cup
17 October 2016 @ 04:36 pm
My niece is growing up so fast, on the other side of the country, and I'm not getting to interact with her as much as I would like. Can one recommend me a reputable site to download a Facetime app that will run on a Windows PC, with no input from any Apple devices (which I don't have)? I found a site, ( https:\/\/facetimeforwindowspc.org\/facetime-for-pc\ ) but I'm not sure I trust it. (Tried Skype, but apparently that's too outdated for my brother to handle.)

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11 September 2016 @ 08:50 am
I just realized I haven't posted in almost a month. Have been ridiculously busy, tired all the time, but nothing much to talk about.

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12 August 2016 @ 07:20 am
Yesterday, my 50th birthday - my Golden Jubilee as Butonquail characterized it - shall be known as The Birthday On Which I Shingled A Roof. Not a house roof, just a gently sloped shed roof, but given the heat, the biting insects and working until we needed headlamps it was all in all An Experience.

When we finally had enough fun for the evening we didn't really have the energy for a complicated dinner, so I ended up with two pancakes, two fried eggs, and half a bottle of wine.

Today I have a dental cleaning, need to pick up two more bundles of shingles, and otherwise it's dishes and laundry and hiding the mess on my desk. When Eor gets home from work we have to finish the last few courses of shingles, or at least get as much done as we can before 7pm, when our company shows up. It's Reading Night yet again, and as per tradition I have not chosen anything to read. The current book I'm reading (re-reading) is Pratchett, "Night Watch," and I'm loving the heck out of it once again, but not finding anything particular that sticks out as a good passage to read aloud.

I obviously do not have time to read fanfiction today, so I'm leaving a link here to remind myself to check out a collection of links Copperbadge posted: http://copperbadge.livejournal.com/3803337.html?mode=reply#add_comment Usually I take Copperbadge's recommendations and download them all onto my Nook to read during lunch at work, though a full lunch period with nobody interrupting me is rare these days.

I just realized that the lunch I packed yesterday is still in my bag. I guess I'll have to throw that away. And it was quite good chicken tikka masala, even if it was only from a jar. Shame. I did eat, but a microwave was not available since I was driving all day, so I grabbed a quick hot dog at a stand in Rockland which my family always traditionally frequented, Wasses. So that was my birthday treat. ;)

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06 August 2016 @ 09:38 pm
Eor pulled the shingles off the shed, and the whole overhang roof because the plywood was all rotten, and I carted the shingles to the dump, and made a couple runs to Lowe's for more shingles and drip edge, and we got tar paper and drip edge back on. And I am beat and going to take a shower, now, and some Advil, I expect to sleep like a log.

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04 August 2016 @ 05:04 am
Some mornings you get up and hop on the treadmill and do twenty minutes, then stretch, and all goes clickety-clack. Other mornings you try to turn over the calendar, but drop the nail it hangs in, then spend several minutes crawling around the dirty floor with a flashlight hoping to find it before it finds your foot. I hope my bad luck washes off in the shower.

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31 July 2016 @ 08:34 pm
I should record for posterity that we accomplished a nasty job, yesterday. Or, mostly Eor did, I just assisted where I could. :) We knew there were carpenter ants in the shed, so he pulled out most of the wall boards on the internal 'finished' walls, discovering that the entire back wall of the building was in fact one huge ant nest. Yes, ants raining down, he was sweeping them back with a push broom. They're still dying. However, we got it cleaned up and the door and shutter (it used to be a bar) back on in one day. :) Also, the radio he found to use while we were doing this would only get one station... playing classic rock.

At one point he said "I'm having a sense of deja vu. Or maybe it's just similar to a lot of nasty jobs I've had to do in the past."

"Most of them scored to classic rock?" I asked.

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16 July 2016 @ 05:23 pm
For two weeks my Aunt S was here, and she can talk, for a week my brother and his wife and child were here, and they can all talk, and for two or three hours my cousins Di and Pen and Uncle Jimcito and Aunt Nun were here, and ALL of them can REALLY talk. I've never thought of myself as much of a talker, and maybe this is why - I don't need to ever talk when I'm with my family. :) Silence is nice when I'm alone, but if I have to socialize it's restful for me to be with people who keep the conversation going, since I never had that skill. :)

As I'm typing this Eor is telling me about someone who is trying to find a way to use aggregate data of social media to predict terrorist attacks.

ETA: It's really interesting watching my little niece acquire language. She's 21 months old and can make simple sentences, like "I hear sound!" with hand cupped by ear to reinforce the concept in case we don't understand her diction.

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24 June 2016 @ 09:31 am
I'm not going to subject you to reading a click-bait article, but wanted to post this as a reminder to myself, and because Eor might find it interesting.

Dick York’s Real Reason for Leaving: His departure was never explained on the show, but Dick York had a good reason for it. York tore most of the muscles on the right side of his back while filming Cordura, and never recovered completely. Doctors gave him pain medication, but that wasn’t really a long-term solution.</p>

Enter Dick Sargent: During Season Five of “Bewitched,” a replacement doctor gave York some B-12 when he went in during a lunch break from filming. York had a seizure on set and was rushed to the hospital. He never returned and the show went Darrin-less for a few episodes until Dick Sargent stepped in.</p>


Around a year ago there was a story in "Asimov's" which I would call a fanfic of "Bewitched" in which it is revealed that Darrin was actually a golem of sorts, a created creature given a false set of memories and back pain to give him depth of character, but then he couldn't handle the pain and became intollerable, so Samantha switched him out with another golem.

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