16.9.07
I’ve been wanting to blog for the last couple of days, but the internet connection has proven to be seriously wonky. Gotta love modern technology… when it works, that is.
Things with the guy are going well. We both admitted that we missed each other during the couple of weeks that he was traveling.
He has been pretty stressed. He starts classes this coming week and is moving at the end of the month. When he is stressed, he prefers quiet and to be alone which does not sit well with my particular personality traits at times, but I suppose I should get used to it. If I don’t adjust now, it is one of those things that will surely make me crazy later.
I love the technology behind my RazrV3. It has apparently survived a splash into the toilet as my final act at work yesterday evening. I grabbed it as it hit the water and immediately pulled out the battery. My son-in-law affirmed that the RazrV3 is pretty durable as far as toilet dropping goes. He had been on the phone with customer service one night and a couple of phones had been dropped into toilets that evening with the only reported survivor having been the Razr. I can affirm that it is also pretty well drop and shock resistant as I manage to somehow drop mine every week or so. I guess I’m just going to have to wait a while on the upgrade to that BlackJack with its accompanying $49.95 per month data package. LMAO
Oh, just FYI, the toilet water was still as pristine as toilet water gets when I went diving.
Speaking of toilet water…
Eau de toilette was the subject of a brief conversation at work a couple of weeks ago. Michelle asked what it meant. I gave her the literal translation of “toilet water.” Amidst the laughter, I offered the further explanation that in French, toilette was your bath. No avail. I didn’t volunteer further fodder by telling Michelle that when I was growing up, my grandmother referred to eau de toilette as toilet water.
There are few folks alive now in this country that grew up without electricity, gas, running water. It was a very different time, and as late 20th century and 21st century Americans, we simply cannot relate.
Speaking of relating…
I watched a documentary program on the civil war in Sierra Leone the other day. I had read about the war. Intellectually understood the war. It was quite another thing indeed to see footage of newly maimed children and dead bodies being eaten by vultures, as they lay bloodied and mangled in the streets in Freetown.
Hindolo had told me of being in a hotel in Freetown, and as he was using the toilet, a bullet whizzed past his right ear and lodged in the wall.
Listening to the stories of people on both sides of the fighting, the victims and the rebels, was unsettling and a bit horrific.
The social issues, the infrastructure, the attempts by DeBeers and other agencies to curb the trade of “blood diamonds.” The statistic presented by one source was mind-boggling. During the war, exports of diamonds were around 25 million dollars. After the war, the value was close to $145 million. And, it is estimated by some sources that as many as one half of Sierra Leone’s diamonds are being smuggled out of the country illegally still. So, that would bring the actual yearly total to somewhere close to $300 million.
That money would go far towards solving many of the issues in the country beginning with wells and clean water and the end being education and medical care.
The issue of blood diamonds prompts me to think of popular fiction.
Probably the most successful work of fiction that I can think of here in the early 21st century would be the official 9/11 Commission Report. ‘Nuff said on that one.
I’ve been doing better with eating this week. I’m eating more often and gearing my carbohydrate intake toward complex carbs. I haven’t lost any more weight, but I still haven’t gained. I haven’t had raging headaches from my blood sugar being high, but I will occasionally get those dull headaches and terrible drowsiness that remind me that I’m late on getting something to eat. Which is a problem. In order to fix the ache and the sleepiness, I need carbs quickly – translating to sugar. I was able to quickly remedy the situation with a couple of small pieces of Snickers bar; followed up by a small portion of pasta with meat sauce. I snack mainly on seeds and nuts, which seems to work well. I haven’t seemed to experience any sudden shifts in blood sugar. That is a good thing though I probably should be monitoring my blood sugar more often than I am.
I have finished the back and front of the teal chenille Christmas sweater and am working on the first of the sleeves. A few more rows and I’ll be ready for the decrease shaping at the shoulder; then, on to the second sleeve and then the turtleneck. Yippee!
The guy has said that he wouldn’t mind it if I were to knit him a nice wool sweater for winter, being that he doesn’t like the cold any more than he likes the hot. I told him that I’m going to have to move him to San Diego where there is climate rather than weather. LOL
I had a bid in on some very nice spruce color New Zealand wool on eBay before the internet connection went flaky a few days ago. I’ll have to see if I acquired it tomorrow after the service technician comes. The cable company says he will be here between 2pm and 4pm. (Note the gender-biased assumption that the technician will be male.)
It’s getting close to time to jump in to the shower and head to work…. For FOUR hours!
My weekend hours have been slashed to two 3pm to 7pm shifts, and my boss left me a voice mail to look at the schedule and make up the remainder of my hours during the week. That would be nice if there were any hours available during the week. My hours were cut due to the fact that the nurse who is in school, and the company pays her tuition, can only work weekends this quarter. So, I lost the hours.
The change took place yesterday, which is convenient as it was the first day of the new pay period. I will just make myself contingent as of yesterday. I have already picked the 20 hours that I want to work for the remainder of the month, and I will work no more than my required 20 hours next month.
I had planned on searching the web for job postings this morning before work, but the internet connection has steadfastly refused to cooperate. I think the modem has fried.
I’ve brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, put on deodorant and a bra that isn’t (you’d have to see it to understand – styled like a sports bra only fits like a camisole), and changed my shirt. That’s as ready for work as I’m getting today.
The words “found” and “toothbrush” should never be used in the same sentence.
I have no musings coming immediately to mind, so I’m off to knit a couple of more rows before I roll out to work.
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