- All the clocks in the building where I work stop @ 3pm in order to synchronize with each other. It’s disconcerting to all of a sudden see time stand still.
- I bought a new winter coat today. My current coat has served me well for 7 winters. It’s time for a change. Also, it’s falling apart and the lining is torn in the pockets. This is a problem when you find that your car key has fallen inside to the bottom of your coat and it’s -15C outside and the wind is blowing and the toddler is screaming and the baby is crying and you’re in a parking lot with your hands full. I advise against repeating this performance.
- I ache today. I really really really hope I’m not coming down with another sickness. I feel like I have a hangover… trouble is there was no party to enjoy to give me a hangover. I know not, but can surmise it’s because I’m bitter. Bitter that Emerson seemed to get this idea into his little head that if one of the kids wasn’t going to wake us at 5am with their crying that he should perhaps step in and throw-up on my bedroom carpet, just so I wouldn’t feel like I could actually sleep until my alarm went off. There is nothing more entertaining then waking up to the sound of your dog retching 3 ft. away from your head. Nothing. Except maybe waking up to find that a cat has hoarked up a hairball on one’s pillow, mere inches from one’s head — which has happened to me when I was cat sitting once. And you wonder why I don’t like cats. I am grateful I didn’t roll over that night.
- Watched the lunar eclipse last night. Very cool. The best part was talking to my parents and Elyn and looking up at the night sky knowing that they were seeing what I was seeing, even if they’re respectively c. 900 and 450 miles away from me. This made the world seem just a little smaller last night.
- Busy weekend ahead with 2 kids’ birthday parties, 1 playdate, Oscar viewing, swim lesson… oh, and don’t forget to go grocery shopping. Overscheduled.
February 22, 2008
February 21, 2008
a list, for lack of a whole topic to post about
February 19, 2008
walking to the moon
I was musing today, wondering really, how many miles away the moon is and if one could walk there. Thanks to the glory of the internet, I had my answer in minutes. The moon, as it turns out, is approximately 239,000 miles away. That means I would have to walk about 654.8 miles/day if I wanted to get there in a year. Clearly not feasible. I probably walk about 5 miles/day (a wild guess) — so that’s 47,800 days or ~130 years. I have an impossible task infront of me unless I really up my miles/day.
I was relating these small facts to the sales clerk at the sports store today where I went to buy a pedometer. His response was to look at me as if I had already taken several unauthorized trips to the moon and perhaps was currently residing on it. He clearly had very little interest in what I was saying and just wanted to sell the crazy-lady a pedometer.
February 18, 2008
curing one illness with another
On Friday I came down with the sickness. It hit me practically overnight, but the weird part was that all I got was instant chest congestion. I stayed home from work in the hopes that early intervention would shorten the length of the sickness as well as spare my coworkers from having to listen to me hack up a lung every 5 minutes. My theory proved correct and by the evening I was feeling well enough that Richard and I decided to keep our date and go out for a drink.
We had a lovely time and each had a martini and shared an appetizer at the bar of a local restaurant. Then we each had a second martini and shared a dessert. By 10:30pm we were home. And let me tell you, I was d.r.u.n.k. It hit Richard too, and on Saturday morning we both woke up with the worst hangovers ever. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been hungover!
What I can remember with regards to hangovers, though, is when I had the very worst hangover I ever had in my life. It was the summer of 1995 (so, I was 22) and I was playing with the NYO of Canada. Now, you know what happens when you throw together a bunch of young musicians who do nothing but practice all day… we drink at night. So, we did just that when we arrived in Kingston. I do not remember getting back to my dorm room that night and I am eternally grateful that the group I was with ensured that I made it back to my bed in one piece. I woke up the next morning and my first thoughts went something along the lines of this:
[open one eye] Am I alive? Yes. Damn. [close eye]. If I was dead I wouldn’t feel so sick. Am I alone? [open two eyes] Yes. Thank God. [turn head.] Oh Lord, that hurts. [close eyes] I feel very sick. I think I can crawl to the bathroom. [exit room on hands and knees, survey hallway -- it's empty. Utter another prayer of thanks to God]. …
Anyway, you get the picture. I don’t think I touched vodka for YEARS after that. And now, after getting plastered and hungover from two little vodka martinis, I think I will shy away from the hard stuff for several more years. Ouch.
Well, at least my cough is gone.
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