sat oct 3
My feet hurt.
Blisters. Sore spots. If only I could reach them, I’d rub them to make them feel better.
Plan B was to replace my inserts because … I know that works. So I ordered two pair and put them in my shoes and examined the ones I’d just taken out. One pair was clearly shot, so I threw it out. The other pair looked like it might still have some life in it, so I went to put them away.
sun oct 4
sun oct 11
tue oct 13
mon oct 19
Every once in awhile, I put a lot of time and effort into a problem, and I still can’t make it work. And every time, it seems, it turns out to be due to something dumb I’d done. Something stupid, even. As in: Head-slap, jaw drop, groan, swallow hard, uh-oh, oh god, Noooooo!
And usually, I share it in this space, and we all have a good laugh.
Well, I had just such a moment the other day, so I dropped into a crouch, looked both ways to make sure nobody was watching, put ‘my dumb mistake’ in my pocket, and sauntered casually away.
You’re probably wondering: What was my stupid mistake? Sorry. I’m taking that one to the grave, but I will say this: The wi-fi is better than it’s been in years.
Today, I was a hero.
I was walking my groceries to my car, and I noticed that the minivan next to mine was chuck full of groceries right up past the gills, so the rear door closer couldn’t close the rear door. The driver hadn’t noticed it, and was driving off.
I sprinted across the lot, banged on her window, and saved the day!
wed oct 29
I took the worm farm apart last year because it seemed to be the source of a fruit fly infestation. They were everywhere, and it was embarrassing, so we turned the worms loose, scrubbed the farm clean, and read up on it. I’m pretty sure I shoulda been adding a lot more paper to the mix.
Well, with winter coming on, I wanted to move my composting indoors, so I set the farm back up, ordered more worms, and bought a paper shredder so I’d always have enough shredded paper. I’m a hoarder when it comes to paperwork, so there’s plenty to shred, and I started off with a thick stack of documents from a lawsuit from a few years ago. There was something strangely comforting in watching a bundle of court filings and legal bills turn slowly into a pile of shreds.
sat oct 31
I had a moment of clarity, the other day, about how to proceed with C3PR.
I decided that my optical background is just too noisy, and the false positives are keeping me from moving on to more important problems. That’s how, at midnight on Halloween Eve, under a full moon, I found myself in my basement, painting the wall Darkroom Black.