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I can't figure out how to make my Wordpress knit blog feed into my journal here. *pout* So, I'll just crosspost. Clicky the linky if you want to see the latest yarn adventure.

So this afternoon I stop at the grocery store to pick up some essentials, less than half a cartful. A nice young man bags my groceries, and then he tells me, "I'll help you out with these." No. He doesn't ask. He tells me. "No, thanks, I can get it," I reply. "Are you sure?" he insists rather insistently. "Yes, I'm quite able-bodied," I say with a smile, and push my cart away.

In the parking lot, I open the trunk of my car and pick up the first bag. Suddenly, a man who was about to hop in the pickup parked next to me hops back out again, rushes around the truckbed and grabs the bag. "I'll help you with these," he says and puts the bag in the trunk. "Thank you, but I can get it," I reply and pick up another bag. "Well, I was raised better than that," he says, and proceeds to unload the remaining bags into the trunk.

You know, I appreciate chivalry as well as the next gal, but color me puzzled. Do I need to dye my hair again and get rid of the grey? Or did I just run across two extraordinarily well-reared specimens of the male of the species?

When I spoke to spouse on the telephone at 7:20 pm, he said he was on his way home. It is now 8:49 pm. He is not home. It does not take an hour and a half to drive home. Which means he's still at the store. Grrr.

Guess he gets to fix his own dinner now.

I have a truckload of stuff that needs doing today. Thus far, the only thing I've accomplished, other than several more rounds on my crochet project, is making a menu and a grocery list. Oh, and one load of laundry. Now I must go to the grocery store. But that entails making myself presentable to be seen in public and it's cold and wet outside and the wind's blowing the stars around and I Don't Wanna Leave The House.

*sigh*

*sucks it up and combs her hair*

Back in a while. Sometimes being a grown-up bites.

I finally went to the doctor Tuesday about my aching arm. At intake, the nurse asked me how I hurt it. I told her I did too much knitting, crocheting and computering over the holidays. When doctor entered the exam room, she remarked, "I've never seen a knitting injury before." *snerk*

Anyway, it's tendonitis. After an X-ray to make sure nothing was broken, doctor gave me a cortisone shot and told me to stay away from excessive computer use and yarn work for a while. I'll guess I'll be spending my evenings reading for the next few days. Oh the horror. ;-)

By the way, shendoah, I asked doctor about massage therapists in the area who did "computer massage"; she never heard of such a thing. Go figure.

...of my complete geekitude.

Exhibit A:

The other day at work, while assisting another claims representative during an interview, the client used the word "assimilate". I couldn't help myself.

"Resistance is futile," said I. The client and my colleague gave me a puzzled look.

"You will be assimilated," I continued. The client and my colleague looked even more confused.

"Star Trek reference," I clarified. "Never mind." The client nodded his head and went on describing his medical problems. My colleague looked utterly blank and kept typing. I went back to my desk.

Exhibit B:

My sister sent me an Amazon gift card for Christmas. Today I used it to purchase this:


Blade Runner 5-Disc Ultimate Collector's Edition

Never mind that I already have the original version on VHS, and the Director's Cut on DVD. My husband just shook his head in disbelief. My sister told me I was weird.

Ayup. Insert geekhood here.

I'm taking a breather from Hogwarts just long enough to say howdy. I'm on #5 Order of the Phoenix as of this morning, and expect to wade at last into #7 by Tuesday or Wednesday at the latest. marina_wolf, I read #1-6 earlier this year, but wanted to re-read and refresh my memory before entering the final volume. At any rate, not much is getting done around here; I'm reading virtually all hours I'm not working or sleeping. Thank goodness for an indulgent spouse. And pizza delivery. One giant economy size combo pie and we can eat for two days! *beam*

I will get some laundry done today, however; and throw dinner fixings in the crockpot shortly.

Hugs to those who need 'em, and let me know any urgent news by e-mail. 'Bye for now!

Friday Friday Friday.
I should write something meaningful, or at least informative, but I don't wanna.
So you get Friday Friday Friday.
Freitag.
Viernes.
Vendredi.
I think I'll go read a book.

Remember that afghan I spent a large part of last winter crocheting? It turned out really nice and cozy, and spouse and I shared many happy hours cuddled up beneath it, watching TV and saving on our heating bills. The cats liked it too, so much so that yesterday, with cooler weather approaching, I pulled the blanket off the foot of the bed where it had been residing and threw it in the washer.

When I pulled it out of the washer, I realized I had not used washable wool yarn. Yep, it felted. The blanket now has felted woolen squares interspersed with unaffected crocheted linen squares. Luckily, I had the presence of mind NOT to throw the thing in the dryer, thus compounding the felting and making the shrinkage worse. It's not so bad that the afghan is completely unusable, but still...I am a doofus.

In our ritual Sunday morning telephone call, Mom told me her right knee has gotten so much worse that the pain medication no longer provides any sustained relief. She needs knee replacement surgery in the very near future. Unfortunately, this is surgery that requires a three-day hospital stay, and then remaining off her feet for two solid weeks afterward. In other words, something completely impossible while she is the primary care provider to her ailing mother. My father's job requires him to travel several weeks at a time with only about a week at home between jaunts, and neither of my siblings hold jobs that accrue the kind of vacation time mine does. They're lucky if they get to take two weeks off in a whole year. So I told Mom that, if for some reason she can't put off taking care of herself until Grandma is gone, I'll take three weeks leave to come out there and take care of both of them. (Won't that just frost my manager's cookies. I feel soooo bad about it, too.)

As for planned activities today: Our bank's website is down for maintenance. *huff* So much for balancing the checkbook this morning. However, the week's menu is done, the larder is inspected, and the grocery list is made. Now I must make myself presentable for public view and do the shopping. The usual household maintenance tasks also await my attention: laundry, vacuuming, mopping, dishes, cleaning the soap scum and hard water marks from the glass shower enclosure. Naturally, all I really want to do is read. I'll make a concerted effort not to be a complete slug after the grocery store; I make no promises.

But I've added several new LJ user-pics in recent days! I'm still nowhere near filling all the slots I have available. Permanent account--I likes it. I'm a doofus and an LJ-nerd.

I have lots of pictures on the camera. Pictures of the move, of the house, of my husband being silly, of the corpse flower....

What I don't have is the bus cord to upload them onto the computer. It's here somewhere. It has to be.

I just haven't found it yet.

*pout*