me, myself, and i

The Mystery of Larkspur Lane

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1 Sep 10

I’ve traded in my walk again tonight, obstensibly because I got home a little later than normal and really needed to change the Pondza Pondz’ water, but really? I’m tired. Tuckerbelle the Homosexual Dog has, bless his little heart, woken me up these past two mornings much earlier than I’d like to be awake. He’s old and the old boy’s bladder just ain’t what it used to be. Couple that with a lot going on at the fracktory that thankfully isn’t keeping me awake at night, just unable to return to sleep after letting Tuckerbelle out in the dark of the morning and I’ve had a couple of rather long days.

Plus, I’ve still got that Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew DVD set to watch…

And also a computer that won’t copy files onto a disc for burning, though it’s more than happy to burn the freakin’ shortcuts. No matter what I’ve done, the damn thing just won’t keyoppoyate with me and I’ve got to get this disc burned…

But really, it boils down to this: I’m just tired.

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The Mystery of the Old Clock

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31 Aug 10

I’ve traded in my walk tonight to relive a bit of my distant past:

I found Season Two at the library Saturday and popped in the first disc last night. Funny how something I haven’t thought about for thirty-three years came screaming back at me when the opening credits rolled. Oh, I don’t remember any specific episode at all, but that beginning sequence? DUDE, IT WAS LIKE I WAS SEVEN YEARS OLD AGAIN. I had a huge crush on Shaun Cassidy (yes, that’s right and I’m not embarrassed by it or this simple fact: I owned all of his records) and Pamela Sue Martin (naturally). Parker Stevenson didn’t do a damn thing for me until I was about seventeen or eighteen. By then, I’d outgrown Shaun Cassidy AND Pamela Sue Martin, but watching them now, I can totally get back into that wee-lass-crush I had way back when.

Hopefully I’ll be able to burn through the five discs before Saturday, since I won’t be able to renew the set and I don’t want to pay late fees for it.

Coming up on strange cousin susan will be a post about Nancy Drew, the books, I mean. It’s been in draft form for months now and I haven’t gotten past the post title, but this might serve as its impetus. FUCKYEAHNANCYDREW!!

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Unplanned weekend outages

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28 Aug 10

What was supposed to be a surgical strike: drop me mum at the airport, get my blood drawn, and then stop to get the overdue LOF on the <3hound (and wait at the shop for it) has Hindenberged pretty badly: I’ve had to leave the <3hound at the shop for some very necessary but unexpected maintenance that a) has left me without a ride until I get her back and b) looking at another six months of payments, when I was going to pay off the last of the current payments this week.

Sure, I could hotwire my mom’s wheels, but I’m not interested. Also, this work being done will now preclude me from getting the crown on my tooth next week, since I can ill-afford another two bucks a months to pay that off, too.

*sigh*

But it’s a beautiful day and I’m looking forward to the walk back to the shop to pick up my ride when she’s ready. I’d have walked home this morning, but I didn’t have my headphones and got a ride from one of the mechanics.

And I’m now officially a dog owner once more, if only for the next ten days. Tuckerbelle is staying with me while mum’s out of town. It’s going to be a PAR-TAY!

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Last night’s weather forecast, courtesy of Mickey Glitter

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26 Aug 10

It was so wrong, I could have been a weather girl! I was sure it was going to rain, but it didn’t.

I celebrated my new-found skill by taking a four-mile walk tonight.

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The sky looks vaguely threatening…

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25 Aug 10

and if it still does once I complete my lab appointment, I am not walking tonight, except from kitchen to the couch and back to the kitchen as needed.

update: I had to re-register with the diagnostic lab and wait for the email verification to come through. That’s one of the things about gmail I hate most: it takes forever to retrieve POP mail. I *just* got it. It’s probabaly on its way to to being dark outside, though I don’t know if it ever started to rain. There’s the walk called off, then.

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Additional favorite things

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21 Aug 10

I forgot these in that list I posted earlier today:

1. Seeing the moon when the sky’s still blue and the sun’s still out.

2. Texting lyrics from Peter Gabriel’s classic Solsbury Hill back and forth with BG1 on a fairly regular basis. We don’t talk often and it’s a quick way to let her know I’m thinking of her and vice versa. If a friendship could have a theme song, ours would be this. And One Monkey Don’t Stop No Show (the Robey version, though Honey Cone’ll do in a pinch).

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A few of my favorite things

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21 Aug 10

In no particular order:

1. Making the final curve on Oven Hill, being blinded by the sun coming over the top of the route, and kicking the dust up. This only happens on a late afternoon hike.

2. While in the canyon, catching glimpses of birds I’ve never seen before in my life. So far, the list consists of egrets, partridges, and roadrunners. I am not sure why this makes me so happy.

3. Remembering dreams from the previous night and realizing there was a companion who made an appearance, after all, even though it was hours after waking up before the realization was made.

4. Sarah Brightman singing just about anything on a Saturday morning, but especially “Chase the Light,” “Lud’s Wedding,” “A Whiter Shade of Pale,” and “Probably on a Thursday.” And “The River Cried.”

5. The new app I downloaded called imapmyhike, that despite not being the most intuitive app (or website) in the world has displaced my pedometer app as the hike/walk app of choice because it’s far more accurate and allows me to actually map – and name -  my routes. Clever, no?

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