Yesterday, I still wasn't feeling 100% well, so I decided to skip yoga, and make it up on Sunday. Phillip pointed out that I've had some less than ideal situations with Sunday evening's yoga class, but I just didn't want to exert myself. So I went to bed as soon as I got home yesterday, and after reading some of the latest Entertainment Weekly and Think Spanish! ¡Piensa en Español!, fell asleep. I woke up around 8:30 or so last night, and got up to get something to eat, and ended up watching all of "Professor Fred's Movie Marvels" (Carnival of Souls) - an episode I hadn't seen before. Then I went back to bed and slept until 6:30 or so this morning. I went over to St. Mark's Greenbelt around 9 this morning and picked up a Travel Bug. The sleep did me good. I'm glad I decided to skip yoga.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Friday, March 10, 2006
This is why I'm disliking the Tiresome Usual Suspects these days: Over two weeks ago, an extremely difficult puzzle cache was posted, with clues but no hints, by a geocacher who is not a member of the TUS. As of this morning, it has not been found, but members of the TUS have posted notes complaining about the difficulty of it. Last night, a puzzle cache was posted by a member of the TUS with no clues or hints whatsoever. This TUS member didn't even provide a cache description. Within hours, another member of the TUS found it, somehow.
The Tiresome Usual Suspects have become the cliche of the boys in the cigar smoke-filled backroom, posting caches for their own private amusement, patting themselves on the back.
The Tiresome Usual Suspects have become the cliche of the boys in the cigar smoke-filled backroom, posting caches for their own private amusement, patting themselves on the back.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Ever since Amsterdam closed in The Broadway Market, I've been on the lookout for another good place to get watch batteries replaced. I've also been looking for a good, old-fashioned wind-up watch. (Does anyone make them anymore? Why do I need a battery to run a wristwatch, anyway?)
The guy who usually sits in the very back, curb side, seat of the morning 60 bus wasn't there this morning. Someone sat the in very back, street side, seat, where I typically sit. So I sat in the very back, curb side, seat this morning. That seat offered me a good look at the nail salon on Madison, and I noticed, for the first time, the "Watch Repair" sign in the window. I may have found a new source of watch batteries.
Whatever has been trying to take hold of me these past weeks finally caught up with me this morning. After an hour or so at work, I realized that I wasn't waking up. My headache was getting worse instead of going away. I left work at 11:00, went home, called Phillip, went to bed, and fell asleep right away. I sleep almost constantly until Phillip got home.
As usually happens when I sleep when I'm not well, I kept waking up from many vivid dreams, and then falling back asleep. I dreamt that I was in an employee review, and someone pointed out that tomorrow is my birthday - something that I'd forgotten. Then I woke up and, for a moment, thought the dream was true - that my birthday really is tomorrow and that I'd forgotten it. I dreamt that there was a big party at work, and I noticed that one of my coworkers wasn't there. I went looking for her, and found an open Bible, with one of the Psalms circled, at her work space. I dreamt that I was on a roadtrip to an area I'd been to many times before, but still had to review a map, and no one believed I was going to find my way there.
The guy who usually sits in the very back, curb side, seat of the morning 60 bus wasn't there this morning. Someone sat the in very back, street side, seat, where I typically sit. So I sat in the very back, curb side, seat this morning. That seat offered me a good look at the nail salon on Madison, and I noticed, for the first time, the "Watch Repair" sign in the window. I may have found a new source of watch batteries.
Whatever has been trying to take hold of me these past weeks finally caught up with me this morning. After an hour or so at work, I realized that I wasn't waking up. My headache was getting worse instead of going away. I left work at 11:00, went home, called Phillip, went to bed, and fell asleep right away. I sleep almost constantly until Phillip got home.
As usually happens when I sleep when I'm not well, I kept waking up from many vivid dreams, and then falling back asleep. I dreamt that I was in an employee review, and someone pointed out that tomorrow is my birthday - something that I'd forgotten. Then I woke up and, for a moment, thought the dream was true - that my birthday really is tomorrow and that I'd forgotten it. I dreamt that there was a big party at work, and I noticed that one of my coworkers wasn't there. I went looking for her, and found an open Bible, with one of the Psalms circled, at her work space. I dreamt that I was on a roadtrip to an area I'd been to many times before, but still had to review a map, and no one believed I was going to find my way there.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
There are a few things I miss about the State hosptial. I don't miss working there, though. I miss the ease with which I could step away from the hospital environment and onto campus during breaks. I miss playing pinball at lunch. I miss having an Employee Health department that handles more than on-the-job injuries and flu shots. (I don't know that personally, but I once suggested to a coworker that she go there for her stomach ache.) And I miss being able to replace my employee badge without having to pay $20. (I briefly thought I lost my badge this morning, but I found in down in the bottom of my bag.) I prefer it here at County, though.
Monday, March 06, 2006
I don't know which is more incredible: that I spent barely more than an hour online the whole weekend, or that Phillip and I looked for, and found, just one geocache the whole weekend (and that one was a solo effort from me).
Writers' Group consisted of just three people yesterday: Barbara, Don, and me. I wanted a larger audience for my untitled Gladden T Hart story - I like the way it turned out. Bernice wasn't feeling up to the group. Barbara hadn't decided whether or not to invite Cliff to our new, private, group. (I voted "yes.") I'm not sure why Blanche wasn't there. Annie had expressed a wish to join the group, and Barbara had invited her, but she wasn't in church and didn't show up for the group. I have no idea what Annie's writing is like, but I think it would be good to have a fresh, young voice in our group.
Don and Barbara both gave my story an enthusiastic response. They're both strongly encouraging me to get it published.
Phillip and I went to a bead show in Seattle Center on Saturday. I noted that I am drawn to earthy, natural beads and jewelry - woods and stones that show off their imperfections. I made a necklace on Sunday, and it wasn't made with any of the beads I bought on Saturday. It isn't earthy and natural, either. It was made with the carrot and rabbit beads Phillip gave me for my birthday and Valentines Day, plus a couple of beads I bought when we were at the ocean last October.
I've decided that I like the film Eraserhead. I've watched it twice, so far. I've done a lot of reading about it. One reviewer wrote that it's neither a film nor a movie - it is a work of art. I'll go along with that. I've read that David Lynch has said that the meaning of the symbolism in the story is clear, but that he refuses to say what that meaning is. He's also said that in the 29 years since the film's release, no one has ever come up with the correct meaning. I've read reviews that say it's a film that allows viewers to find their own meaning. I've read reviews that say the film is about sin, and its effects on the sinner. That seems to fit, but I'm choosing to find my own meaning.
Friday evening's yoga class, the start of the new session, was packed. Unless there were a lot of drop-ins, I'm surprised that the class wasn't listed as being full. I like the smaller classes, but I'm glad that Lisa's class is so successful. During class, my body told me that the tiredness I've felt the previous week (and probably the cause of my bad mood on Thursday) was the result of an illness trying to take hold. During class, I had a strange thought: I thought about the fact that this upcoming July will mark my first year of yoga. It wasn't until later that I realized I was wrong: This July, it will be two years.
Writers' Group consisted of just three people yesterday: Barbara, Don, and me. I wanted a larger audience for my untitled Gladden T Hart story - I like the way it turned out. Bernice wasn't feeling up to the group. Barbara hadn't decided whether or not to invite Cliff to our new, private, group. (I voted "yes.") I'm not sure why Blanche wasn't there. Annie had expressed a wish to join the group, and Barbara had invited her, but she wasn't in church and didn't show up for the group. I have no idea what Annie's writing is like, but I think it would be good to have a fresh, young voice in our group.
Don and Barbara both gave my story an enthusiastic response. They're both strongly encouraging me to get it published.
Phillip and I went to a bead show in Seattle Center on Saturday. I noted that I am drawn to earthy, natural beads and jewelry - woods and stones that show off their imperfections. I made a necklace on Sunday, and it wasn't made with any of the beads I bought on Saturday. It isn't earthy and natural, either. It was made with the carrot and rabbit beads Phillip gave me for my birthday and Valentines Day, plus a couple of beads I bought when we were at the ocean last October.
I've decided that I like the film Eraserhead. I've watched it twice, so far. I've done a lot of reading about it. One reviewer wrote that it's neither a film nor a movie - it is a work of art. I'll go along with that. I've read that David Lynch has said that the meaning of the symbolism in the story is clear, but that he refuses to say what that meaning is. He's also said that in the 29 years since the film's release, no one has ever come up with the correct meaning. I've read reviews that say it's a film that allows viewers to find their own meaning. I've read reviews that say the film is about sin, and its effects on the sinner. That seems to fit, but I'm choosing to find my own meaning.
Friday evening's yoga class, the start of the new session, was packed. Unless there were a lot of drop-ins, I'm surprised that the class wasn't listed as being full. I like the smaller classes, but I'm glad that Lisa's class is so successful. During class, my body told me that the tiredness I've felt the previous week (and probably the cause of my bad mood on Thursday) was the result of an illness trying to take hold. During class, I had a strange thought: I thought about the fact that this upcoming July will mark my first year of yoga. It wasn't until later that I realized I was wrong: This July, it will be two years.
