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Miriam to Earth
I've been quiet for a while, I'll admit. I suppose I've mostly been feeling that nothing terribly interesting is going on, so I don't really have much of anything to say. It is properly Autumn, even moving to Winter, and while I love the colors, this season I've been feeling sort of lethargic and haven't gotten outside to enjoy them as much as I usually do. I think it has to do with not having either a person to go walking with or an established pattern of going walking. And while the nearby woods are lovely, they can be a wee bit sketchy to walk in alone. Tegan and I have arranged to go wander around one of the nearby parks on Monday, though, which should be nice.
We have wireless internet again, and for the first time in over two months my fifty-foot ethernet cable is no longer draped down the banister to reach the modem. It's also very nice to be able to have two people on the internet at the same time.
My most recent cooking experiment (fish soup) turned out really well on the first try, which, while very nice, was a little anticlimactic, since I expected that I was going to have to put a good amount of work into getting a recipe that would produce the soup I wanted. I'm thinking that I will make gingerbread sometime this coming week. That won't be a cooking experiment (or no more experimental than cooking generally is), but I've been hungry for gingerbread for a while.
For the first time in years I did not create a new costume for Halloween, but instead went in a costume I had from before. Perhaps this is an indication that I need to work harder at creating a social circle here who do things. (I was thinking about what I could dress as to go to contra dancing that I would still be able to dance in, but then I was sick and didn't go that week.)
Which I suppose leads me to the fact that I seem to have been making a real production of getting sick and getting better again this year. I never got sick this frequently when I was at school, which really doesn't make sense since I'm getting at least as much sleep, am much less stressed, and generally am not interacting with nearly as many people on a daily basis.
I have an xtracycle! This is a piece of metal that sits into the frame of my bicycle (where the back wheel should be) and makes it about two feet longer, more stable, and able to carry a lot more stuff.Dad helped meI helped dad install it, and I now know a LOT more about my bicycle than I used to, too. Unfortunately it's getting kind of chilly for bike riding (at least, chillier than I really want to be out riding in, most of the time), so I haven't ridden it much. Anyway, we still need to trim two of the cables and attach the aluminum ends, and I think we ought to put on the one little not-terribly-important piece that we forgot (I kept saying, "I think there's another piece in this picture here," but dad said it was part of the derailer . . . and then what do you know, we had a little piece that looked just like that left over) before we do that, because I don't think we'll be able to string it on afterwards . . . bicycles are kind of like very large and non-electric sewing machines with beads strung on.
Last weekend I had an interesting discussion with my seventy-something (eighty? Maybe her last birthday was an eighty)-year-old grandmother about whether or not young women of my generation wear underwear. We got on this discussion because she read in one of those Dear Abby columns a letter from a woman living with her [younger relative] for a [period of time] and discovering that the young woman was accustomed to not wearing underwear. When inquiring about the "natural secretions," the woman was informed that she just wore tampons all the time when necessary.
Now, I have been in many of your rooms, and am aware that you wear underwear, because I've seen it in various stages of on drying racks/clean and stacked on furniture/on the floor/in the hamper. And I realize that this is a rather personal question . . . but are any of you accustomed to not wearing underwear most of the time? (AND feel comfortable stating so on my lj, which I suppose is a somewhat public forum.)
Have I mentioned that this is my theologically conservative grandmother? This is NOT the sort of conversation we are accustomed to having. . . . and then we chatted about Toxic Shock Syndrome. I think we embarrassed my grandfather.
I really don't know what the neighbors are doing that's making that peculiar noise. It's not terribly loud, but it's kind of annoying.
In other news, I have 17,704 words worth of NaNo right now. Not all good words, mind you, but this is, after all, nano, and I think they're a great deal better than the stuff I was producing (at a much slower rate) two years ago.
It is November 6th!
When did I become the kind of person who is 1/3 done with her nano on day six? (Admittedly, it's the easiest third, since the plot was mostly already figured out, but hey, I now have an idea for what happens in the second two thirds, which I did not have 36 hours ago, and maybe when I'm feeling ambitious I'll write myself an outline or something, and figure out exactly what sorts of dangerous and semi-dangerous items the Agency keeps in its Peculiarity Vault.)
. . . this business of being unemployed is peculiar.
Although I do have a job interview for this coming week, which is an exciting thing.
We have wireless internet again, and for the first time in over two months my fifty-foot ethernet cable is no longer draped down the banister to reach the modem. It's also very nice to be able to have two people on the internet at the same time.
My most recent cooking experiment (fish soup) turned out really well on the first try, which, while very nice, was a little anticlimactic, since I expected that I was going to have to put a good amount of work into getting a recipe that would produce the soup I wanted. I'm thinking that I will make gingerbread sometime this coming week. That won't be a cooking experiment (or no more experimental than cooking generally is), but I've been hungry for gingerbread for a while.
For the first time in years I did not create a new costume for Halloween, but instead went in a costume I had from before. Perhaps this is an indication that I need to work harder at creating a social circle here who do things. (I was thinking about what I could dress as to go to contra dancing that I would still be able to dance in, but then I was sick and didn't go that week.)
Which I suppose leads me to the fact that I seem to have been making a real production of getting sick and getting better again this year. I never got sick this frequently when I was at school, which really doesn't make sense since I'm getting at least as much sleep, am much less stressed, and generally am not interacting with nearly as many people on a daily basis.
I have an xtracycle! This is a piece of metal that sits into the frame of my bicycle (where the back wheel should be) and makes it about two feet longer, more stable, and able to carry a lot more stuff.
Last weekend I had an interesting discussion with my seventy-something (eighty? Maybe her last birthday was an eighty)-year-old grandmother about whether or not young women of my generation wear underwear. We got on this discussion because she read in one of those Dear Abby columns a letter from a woman living with her [younger relative] for a [period of time] and discovering that the young woman was accustomed to not wearing underwear. When inquiring about the "natural secretions," the woman was informed that she just wore tampons all the time when necessary.
Now, I have been in many of your rooms, and am aware that you wear underwear, because I've seen it in various stages of on drying racks/clean and stacked on furniture/on the floor/in the hamper. And I realize that this is a rather personal question . . . but are any of you accustomed to not wearing underwear most of the time? (AND feel comfortable stating so on my lj, which I suppose is a somewhat public forum.)
Have I mentioned that this is my theologically conservative grandmother? This is NOT the sort of conversation we are accustomed to having. . . . and then we chatted about Toxic Shock Syndrome. I think we embarrassed my grandfather.
I really don't know what the neighbors are doing that's making that peculiar noise. It's not terribly loud, but it's kind of annoying.
In other news, I have 17,704 words worth of NaNo right now. Not all good words, mind you, but this is, after all, nano, and I think they're a great deal better than the stuff I was producing (at a much slower rate) two years ago.
It is November 6th!
When did I become the kind of person who is 1/3 done with her nano on day six? (Admittedly, it's the easiest third, since the plot was mostly already figured out, but hey, I now have an idea for what happens in the second two thirds, which I did not have 36 hours ago, and maybe when I'm feeling ambitious I'll write myself an outline or something, and figure out exactly what sorts of dangerous and semi-dangerous items the Agency keeps in its Peculiarity Vault.)
. . . this business of being unemployed is peculiar.
Although I do have a job interview for this coming week, which is an exciting thing.