Thursday, August 9, 2007
Purple Stuff
Purple is seriously my favorite color. Not just the pinkish purple though. The purple with more of the blue hues in it.
If you plan on giving me a gift (no occasion required *wink*), make it purple and it will be that much better.
Today Sarah and I painted a wall in my bedroom purple. The exact color is difficult to describe, so here's a picture.
It's not much of a wall. Mostly closet door and built-ins, but the color really warms up the room. It makes the room feel like it's mine. Up until now it has felt rather transitory. Odd how paint can do that.
I've been living with Sarah since Thanksgiving '06. She saved my proverbial butt. I was living in an unsafe apartment complex by myself after my separation, and I don't do well living by myself. I really don't do well living by myself. It has been interesting getting all of our stuff to fit in this 2-bedroom duplex. We actually just got everything put away.
It looks like we'll be roommates for a while, which is ok with me. We worked out early on many of the potential hazards of rooming with your sister by drawing up a roommate "contract". We don't mind talking it out when one of us is being irritating, either. She's the best roomie I've had ... including my ex when we were "happy".
If you plan on giving me a gift (no occasion required *wink*), make it purple and it will be that much better.
Today Sarah and I painted a wall in my bedroom purple. The exact color is difficult to describe, so here's a picture.
It's not much of a wall. Mostly closet door and built-ins, but the color really warms up the room. It makes the room feel like it's mine. Up until now it has felt rather transitory. Odd how paint can do that.
I've been living with Sarah since Thanksgiving '06. She saved my proverbial butt. I was living in an unsafe apartment complex by myself after my separation, and I don't do well living by myself. I really don't do well living by myself. It has been interesting getting all of our stuff to fit in this 2-bedroom duplex. We actually just got everything put away.
It looks like we'll be roommates for a while, which is ok with me. We worked out early on many of the potential hazards of rooming with your sister by drawing up a roommate "contract". We don't mind talking it out when one of us is being irritating, either. She's the best roomie I've had ... including my ex when we were "happy".
Anonymity is a Pain in the Butt
My original thought for this blog was to keep it an anonymous collection of thoughts and rants.
Not an original thought. Hm.
So, I am giving up on trying to keep this completely anonymous, but I'm still very wary of posting things like pictures of myself online. People like my ex-husband are online. **Shudder**
I think that one of my fears is that a student of mine will find my blog. I don't know why that freaks me out so much.
Anywho. I'm going back to edit a previous post so names are used rather than multitudes of confusing phrases.
Not an original thought. Hm.
So, I am giving up on trying to keep this completely anonymous, but I'm still very wary of posting things like pictures of myself online. People like my ex-husband are online. **Shudder**
I think that one of my fears is that a student of mine will find my blog. I don't know why that freaks me out so much.
Anywho. I'm going back to edit a previous post so names are used rather than multitudes of confusing phrases.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
An Interesting Day
Yesterday felt like it was more like 3 days all pushed into one.
First, I had my follow-up ENT appointment. My doctor looked at my ears and was very much pleased with the progress. I guess the drugs did the trick. He said that my left ear was almost clear and my right ear, which had previously been filled with "fluid", now had some air in it and should heal on its own. So ... no surgery! I'm still in some pain, but only to the extent that some ibuprofin can take care of it or I can ignore it.
That was the easier part of the day.
My sister , Sarah, had graciously driven me to the doctor because we weren't sure if I'd have any drugs in me if they had to do tubes. When we got out to her car, it wouldn't start. This eventuality had been lurking in the background for some time. It started with having to try to turn the key in the ignition more than once because it just wouldn't go. Then it happened more often, and got worse, until the key just wouldn't turn at all.
So we're sitting there in the parking lot, far enough away from our city to make a tow truck very expensive ... Even worse, Sarah is in pain due to shoulder/elbow stuff that she's trying to get fixed. Sarah's getting very frustrated and I'm trying to be supportive. We decide to say a prayer that it will start. She tries a few more times ... and finally ... it starts. Both of us got the feeling that if we turned it off again, there would not be a second chance.
On the way back to the city, Sarah decides that she needs to call her regular physician for some help. She can't get in to see her specialist until the 20th, but she's in so much pain that she just can't wait that long. The doctor fits her in for an appointment at 11:30. At this point, it's 10:15, and we'd have to leave the car on while she was in the appointment. So we get to play ...
Musical cars!! Woo!
When we get home, I take Sarah's car (still running) to go to the dealer, she takes my car to go to the doctor. The dealer has to "see if I can fit it in". Apparently the ignition cylinder was damaged. I sit in the waiting room until my sister is done with her appointment and comes to pick me up. We drive to the pharmacy, pick up her lovely drugs, go home and wait (or sleep, in her case). The dealer actually got the car fixed rather quickly and we were able to pick it up (through rush-hour traffic) before they closed.
Phew!! I think I need to take a nap after just typing this.
First, I had my follow-up ENT appointment. My doctor looked at my ears and was very much pleased with the progress. I guess the drugs did the trick. He said that my left ear was almost clear and my right ear, which had previously been filled with "fluid", now had some air in it and should heal on its own. So ... no surgery! I'm still in some pain, but only to the extent that some ibuprofin can take care of it or I can ignore it.
That was the easier part of the day.
My sister , Sarah, had graciously driven me to the doctor because we weren't sure if I'd have any drugs in me if they had to do tubes. When we got out to her car, it wouldn't start. This eventuality had been lurking in the background for some time. It started with having to try to turn the key in the ignition more than once because it just wouldn't go. Then it happened more often, and got worse, until the key just wouldn't turn at all.
So we're sitting there in the parking lot, far enough away from our city to make a tow truck very expensive ... Even worse, Sarah is in pain due to shoulder/elbow stuff that she's trying to get fixed. Sarah's getting very frustrated and I'm trying to be supportive. We decide to say a prayer that it will start. She tries a few more times ... and finally ... it starts. Both of us got the feeling that if we turned it off again, there would not be a second chance.
On the way back to the city, Sarah decides that she needs to call her regular physician for some help. She can't get in to see her specialist until the 20th, but she's in so much pain that she just can't wait that long. The doctor fits her in for an appointment at 11:30. At this point, it's 10:15, and we'd have to leave the car on while she was in the appointment. So we get to play ...
Musical cars!! Woo!
When we get home, I take Sarah's car (still running) to go to the dealer, she takes my car to go to the doctor. The dealer has to "see if I can fit it in". Apparently the ignition cylinder was damaged. I sit in the waiting room until my sister is done with her appointment and comes to pick me up. We drive to the pharmacy, pick up her lovely drugs, go home and wait (or sleep, in her case). The dealer actually got the car fixed rather quickly and we were able to pick it up (through rush-hour traffic) before they closed.
Phew!! I think I need to take a nap after just typing this.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)