I am saddened and amused by the smooth yet completely predictable downswing my day has taken. I hate to blame this mood slide on my period, but lo and behold, just around lunch: the spotting, the cramps, the easy tears. It has become so regular that I can watch it as one would watch any Friends-style sitcom, the basic premise the same each time, only the names and settings slightly switched around, and most of the angst so painful in its obvious avoidability that only those involved seem to be unable to cope. Anyway, anything more I might write today would be filled with the baseless drama I wallow in when my body asserts itself and proves agan to me its continued fertility (or at least its ability to destroy that which would be fertilized), so I will write again tomorrow. Hugs to all.
Speak of the Dentist…
March 19th, 2002 § 0
Not ten minutes after finishing my rant about avoiding doctors, I lost a filling in a piece of gum. Dammit! My favorite doctor to avoid, and now a visit is inevitable. The only dentist I actually like doesn’t take my insurance, either. Poop.
Buck-Passers Anon.
March 18th, 2002 § 0
Amazing how, when a large percentage of a company’s staff is let go, the remaining few start sessions of marathon buck-passing. No one wants to do anything but that which has been their job in the past. At a time when group lines need to be smudged, craypas-style, they somehow end up even more clearly drawn, as tho with a fine-tipped rollerball. It is sad, really, and demoralizing. Can’t we all just get along? *sad snicker*
So Far, So Good (for a Monday)
March 18th, 2002 § 0
All seems reasonably right with the world this morning. D and I got the Smoo to school on time, despite leaving later than we’d wanted to. We had been expecting the usual Southern Californian inability-to-drive-during-or-after-any-precipitation fallout to make us late, but luckily there were no accidents to make us shake our heads or our fists. :P
We listened to an audiobook version of The Marvelous Inventions of Alvin Fernald in the car this morning. I love audiobooks as long as they are unabridged. There seems to be no better way to keep a small child quiet and still in the car than by providing them with stories. D and I have been resurrecting favorites from our childhoods, and Smoo enjoys them in a rapt silence, almost always culminating in a disappointed “awww” when we arrive at her school and click off the tape. I have to confess that, sometimes, when the book is engaging enough, it takes all of D and my willpower to keep from listening on without her.
Anyway, off to work for a bit.
Sooooo Tired
March 18th, 2002 § 0
My goal is to make this my last update for the day, put on my pajamas and go to bed. I really need to catch up on my sleep. Tomorrow I will be dealing with insurance weenies and a dentist’s office that doesn’t know how to bill the right carrier, so being well-rested is priority one.
All in all, I had a good day. I’m caught up on bill-paying thanks to my sweetie. I love that he is good with money, because I am not. Not to say, you understand, that I am the “spendy” one of the two of us, but rather that I am the one who saves no receipts, keeps no checkbook ledger and can only tell you within $200 or so how much I have in the bank at any given time. I am getting better, Mr. S, really I am, but.…
Anyway, I am off to slumber.
Addendum:
Dammit, Phil. Sleep well. Come back refreshed. Namaste.
Simple Joy of Life #1
March 17th, 2002 § 0
[disclaimer: this entry was made waaaay past my bedtime, and is therefore much fruitier than I usually tend to be]
Two things occurred to me today after lunch:
- Most of the simple joys of life are only recognized as such at the moment they happen, and then are completely forgotten until the next time. I haven’t yet figured out whether or not it is an intentional forgetting on the part of our subconscious that keeps them so satisfying, in that the surprise adds to their value.
- Eating a delicious and filling lunch out with loved ones when it is chilly but sunny outside allows one to experience the multiple pleasures of being full to the point of “food coma” (tho not to the point of pain), boarding a car well heated by the sun, and then roasting slowly inside it like a stuffed turkey at Thanksgiving, surrounded by lazy cheer and goodwill, while others are chilled to the bone outside; This is one of the supreme “simple joys of life”. Would you not agree?
I am going to try to keep track of all the SJoL that occur to me when they do, so that I may watch so I don’t miss them, pay better attention to them, and enjoy them more when they show up on my doorstep. :)
Happy Birthday, Rob!
March 17th, 2002 § 0
I know that this birthday wish is belated as far as this site is concerned, but I wanted to make my birthday wishes for you public, and also wanted to thank you immensely for a wonderful evening. You are beyond special to me. I love you.
A Random Thought Kind of Evening
March 17th, 2002 § 2
Spent a lovely day today: with D and Mom at the farmers’ market in Hillcrest, with D and Smoo at her softball practice, and with D, Smoo and Mr. Syndromes at home, cleaning and making the “baker’s clay” that Mr. S. and Smoo are now making ashtrays and poo-snakes with. D is putting together our new dinette, all manly and sweaty on the kitchen floor. I feel warm all over, even tho we haven’t yet made the fire we had planned.
My family is large…large and unrelated to me by blood, or, in many cases, even by any kind of legal relationship. There was a time when this would have made me uneasy and scared, but now I find supreme security in the fact that I am both chosen and chooser. I feel more support at this point in my life than I ever have. I hope that I earn all this. I know I want to try. That’s what you do in a herd. :)
We cleaned the living room quite thoroughly today, ridding it of months of bird fluff and dust. I am going to have black snot for a week.
Aaron came by to get Java today. I made him promise not to bring anyone else into the house, as it was still in quite a state of disarray (read: filth). If only he’d waited until now. Now I am proud…at least of the living room. I am going to miss Java’s babble.
Smoo is turning into quite the sporto. It pleases me that it doesn’t cause her any of the angst that sports caused me as a child. Then again, I know I didn’t have the wonderful self-image she does when I was a child.
I really need to start sitting again. Perhaps take a meditation break at work every day. This week will be a good week to start.
Anyway, I am off to help D with the assembly. Hope you all are well. Who are you anyway? Besides Mr. S., that is.
Yoo-hoo…Mr. Syndromes…
March 16th, 2002 § 2
Haven’t seen an update to the site at all since the year in review 2001. Your fans are restless! Consider this your public shaming (even tho not one person has yet visited my little slice-o-the-net). C’mon, buddy! Get with it! :)
s’Gonna Be a Day
March 16th, 2002 § 3
Many and much shenanigans today, and for most of them, tag-alongs are welcome and encouraged:
- Morning coffee and a smackerel of something at the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf in Mira Mesa, probably at around 8 (as tho any of you will be up and ready).
- A Rocketgirls game at noon, at Torrey Pines Elementary. The girls are one and one, and they really play hard.
- Lunch, somewheres. Any suggestions?
- In some order, Ikea and Nijiya. Have to get started buying things for the kitchen and bedroom, as well as food for
- Robin’s birthday party. This is the only one for which I haven’t the power of invitation. Dunno how long I’ll be able to be there, since at 8:30-ish tonight, I have to
- Pick up mom at the airport. She has been in Nebraska visiting a cousin who, I am beyond thrilled to announce, is now free of cancer. Huzzah!
Anyway, if you’re interested in any of the above, lemme know.

