Wednesday, September 26, 2007

I have been delinquent lately

I talked to my parents earlier this week and they chided me for not updating my blog lately. Even their dog barked at me over the fiber-optic lines.

I told them I have nothing to say because I'm putting in the bedroom floors (with paid help from Dekalb) and I have no camera with which to take pictures that I can post. Who wants to hear about how sore your butt gets from sitting cross-legged on the floor for hours while scraping the years of accumulated detritus from the tongues of the rescued pine flooring? The rest of the time I am at work, and I have a policy not to talk about the day-to-day of office life.

Yesterday I went to Home Depot to use my other 10% off coupon and I was there for three-and-a-half hours. As I approached the checkout lane, I realized that my blood sugar was dropping precipitously. I have gastritis right now, so I often can't tell that I'm hungry until I start *acting* hungry -- indecisive, short of temper, anxious and so forth. Alas, because of the gastritis, none of the candy options at the checkout line were acceptable. But it's not like I have diabetes or anything, so it wasn't a medical emergency.

Nonetheless, when I got to Jennifer Street Market (or click here for a picture) a half hour later, I bought blueberry kefir in addition to my usual gallon of non-homogenized milk (which I use for yogurt making). Since I ferment so many of my own foods, I usually view the purchase of pre-fermented foods as extravagant, so you see how hungry I must have been.

After I got through the checkout line, I opened up the quart bottle of kefir and drank about a third of it. Better than ice cream.

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Minneapolis, here I am

I can now add Minnesota to the list of states I've been. This is satisfying in some ways, but in others-- Well, I guess I'll miss the incredulous looks on people's faces when I tell them that, although I've lived in the Upper Midwest almost my entire adult life, I've never been to Minnesota. I can no longer call it, "Minnesota, the land of mystery and mystique."

I had breakfast this morning in a restaurant called Hell's Kitchen. The food was pretty good, but they had all the waitstaff dressed in pajamas, which seemed a little forced and precious to me. I did, however, like the dead tree in the corner of the dining room, upon which were several stuffed crows and other sundry birds. I do love crows. I thought, "Perhaps I can make something like that for my living room."

If I were a good blogger, I would show you a picture of it now, but I still haven't found my camera. I have failed you all.

Oh, and I finally believe my friend Chris, who says that Minneapolis is effin cold. I've been walking around with a leather jacket (thanks curb days!) ever since I got here and still this morning I wondered if I should have another layer on. Madison is effin Hawaii in comparison.

(It now occurs to me that I haven't told you why I'm in the big MN. Business trip. Conference. It promises to be scintillating. At some point, one of our keynote speakers will juggle. Or so he promises. I am hoping that fire will be involved, in moderate amounts. Barring that, knives.)

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Out of touch with the world

My cell phone died on Monday. Fortunately, I had another, brand new one in my storage unit, and it was one of the last things I put in there, so it was not buried under a million things. Why did I have it? Because AT&T sent it to me accidentally and when I asked them to send me a return postage label so I could send it back to them, they said, "Whatever, we might." And they never did, and they never charged me for the phone. I feel a little conflicted about the new phone, because it's made by LG, and I have reason to believe that the owner of Igneva Ignoble, my former workplace, has a majority stake in LG. It's the same reason I haven't bought a dehumidifier with my 10% off Home Depot coupon -- HD only carries LG models. Hmmm, does Bed Bath & Beyond carry dehumidifiers? I have a 20% off coupon from them.

Back to the phone situation. I had all my phone numbers saved to the now-dead phone's memory, not the SIM chip, so I lost the phone number of just about everybody I know. If you are related to me and moved within the past two years or you live in Pennsylvania, you can be almost positive that I lost your phone number. So if you ever want to hear from me again, send me your phone number, okay? Thanks.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Amost done painting ...

Happy birthday, Matthew. 37 is a prime number -- auspicious, don't you think?

And Gina, if you haven't disappeared yet, would it be gloating to say I was delighted to have my suspicions about Severus Snape confirmed last night? I stayed up past my bedtime, I was so elated.