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shirenomad) wrote2004-08-25 10:07 am
shirenomad) wrote2004-08-25 10:07 am
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Lots of little things (and one big one)
Yay for Kerri Walsh: Silicon Valley native, beach volleyball player, and now, with her teammate Misty May, Olympic gold medalist.
No boss for the past few days, which is nice, but he'll be back tomorrow I think. Hopefully I can get motivated to finish the checklist today.
I shouldn't have stayed up as late as I did last night, but it didn't help that I woke up at least twice. Both after dreams which I actually remember pretty well: one where I was helping train the 1980 Olympic hockey team (the one from Miracle), and one where I was assisting a young (attractive) woman find an apartment. In the latter one, I woke up right after she found out the apartment she wanted was hers, and was hugging me in gratitude. Rats.
I think I've mentioned Ron, our friend and tenant two weeks out of the month, before. This time his entire family tagged along. Which makes for a slightly crowded house, but not as big an inconvenience as you might expect: they've mostly been visiting local attractions and so forth. Then yesterday Ron's car (the one he keeps here for work purposes) completely dies on him. Estimate comes back with a dead transmission, needs to be replaced, two grand. Forget it. He's getting a new one. But in the meantime, we get to play musical cars, and I wind up hauling Dad to work on the way to the office this morning.
My grandmother has had on-again, off-again skin cancer for about a year now. The doctors think they've gotten rid of it, she's fine for a couple months, then it comes back again and the cycle repeats. Tomorrow they're upping the stakes and putting her on chemotherapy. If you're a believer in prayer, I'd appreciate it.
No boss for the past few days, which is nice, but he'll be back tomorrow I think. Hopefully I can get motivated to finish the checklist today.
I shouldn't have stayed up as late as I did last night, but it didn't help that I woke up at least twice. Both after dreams which I actually remember pretty well: one where I was helping train the 1980 Olympic hockey team (the one from Miracle), and one where I was assisting a young (attractive) woman find an apartment. In the latter one, I woke up right after she found out the apartment she wanted was hers, and was hugging me in gratitude. Rats.
I think I've mentioned Ron, our friend and tenant two weeks out of the month, before. This time his entire family tagged along. Which makes for a slightly crowded house, but not as big an inconvenience as you might expect: they've mostly been visiting local attractions and so forth. Then yesterday Ron's car (the one he keeps here for work purposes) completely dies on him. Estimate comes back with a dead transmission, needs to be replaced, two grand. Forget it. He's getting a new one. But in the meantime, we get to play musical cars, and I wind up hauling Dad to work on the way to the office this morning.
My grandmother has had on-again, off-again skin cancer for about a year now. The doctors think they've gotten rid of it, she's fine for a couple months, then it comes back again and the cycle repeats. Tomorrow they're upping the stakes and putting her on chemotherapy. If you're a believer in prayer, I'd appreciate it.