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Jul. 28th, 2015 09:33 amGetting up at 7:00 is both harder and easier than I expected. I really, really don't want to drag myself out of bed, and I can't seem to think until after I have some coffee (and even then... Well). I think I may need to eat more for breakfast than just a banana when I'm getting up this early. I used to be able to get by on coffee until noon when I was still getting up with Cordelia on school days, but I don't seem to be able to any more. The part I like about getting up early is that it leaves me with a couple of hours more to get things done. I expect that, today, I'll be done with all my daily online reading by 9:00 or 9:30. Then I can get on with link finding.
I want more caffeine and/or more sugar right now. I don't actually have a headache, but I have a shadow of one, just the heavy sense that something's lurking. I feel, as I always do, that, if I can just find the right thing to eat or drink, I'll feel better. I know that it doesn't actually work like that, but it's still my instinctive response. It probably couldn't hurt to eat some almonds or cheese. Either of those would probably be better than more coffee.
Someone recommended Peter Bellamy's Kipling performances to me, and I tried some on YouTube. I'm fairly indifferent to them, so I don't know that I'll buy any or listen to more. This did, however, lead to me finding music I like a lot-- I let YouTube chain and just keep playing stuff, and it started playing stuff by Blackmore's Night. I haven't bought any yet, but I will. Cordelia has labeled the music 'boring.' I disagree. Our tastes differ considerably.
I have noticed that the music Cordelia likes to listen to sounds, apart from being unfamiliar to me, an awful lot like what my sister and I listened to in the early 1980s. I rather expected music to change more than that.
This is day two with Cordelia's friends visiting. Their mother has a learner's permit for driving, so she can bring them over and pick them up if she has a friend with a license to ride along. Otherwise, it takes an hour to get here by bus from their apartment. The other family provided lunch yesterday and again today. I've got stuff for lunch for tomorrow and Thursday. I'm not sure what we'll do for Friday, but I don't feel particularly urgent about it yet.
Scott bought a lot of frozen fish from a specialized truck that was selling near our grocery store a week ago. It was very expensive, but there was a wide variety available, and it's not like we don't have room in our basement freezer. Last night, Scott grilled some, a 'sampler pack.' We're not sure which bit of fish is which, apart from the salmon which is obvious. There's supposed to be tuna, mahi-mahi, and swordfish in there. It's just unfortunate that, if we particularly like something, we won't know which it is.
The kids walked to Wendy's for frosties yesterday morning. I probably shouldn't have let them go as close to lunch time as I did. It resulted in them not wanting real food until about 2:00. I got the impression that they might choose to go back today or some time later in the week. The book store that's near the Wendy's isn't open on Mondays, and the kids are interested in that, too.
They also hiked to the school playground in the afternoon. Given the construction, it's a lot more of a walk than it used to be, but it's still not very far. They didn't stay out long, however. There's no shade on the playground, and the sun was bright, so the playground equipment was unpleasant to touch. It was also kind of hot, about 87F.
I meant to start link finding yesterday afternoon, but I played around on GoodReads instead, mostly seeing what books authors I like have marked as read. Some of those were things I'd read but hadn't thought to put on my list previously. Some were things that sound interesting enough that I want to read them myself. It was kind of interesting to see which authors were willing to rate things as opposed to just marking them as read. I have a sort of general impression that rating may be more acceptable for authors in some genres than in others and that authors of fiction are more willing to rate books they've read for research and books by people who are safely dead than they are recent books in their own genre. Jane Austen and Charles Dickens aren't likely to say nasty things in response to a negative (or less than utterly glowing) rating/review or to retaliate by slagging the reviewer's books. There were a lot of authors who only rated things they were willing to give five stars.
I want more caffeine and/or more sugar right now. I don't actually have a headache, but I have a shadow of one, just the heavy sense that something's lurking. I feel, as I always do, that, if I can just find the right thing to eat or drink, I'll feel better. I know that it doesn't actually work like that, but it's still my instinctive response. It probably couldn't hurt to eat some almonds or cheese. Either of those would probably be better than more coffee.
Someone recommended Peter Bellamy's Kipling performances to me, and I tried some on YouTube. I'm fairly indifferent to them, so I don't know that I'll buy any or listen to more. This did, however, lead to me finding music I like a lot-- I let YouTube chain and just keep playing stuff, and it started playing stuff by Blackmore's Night. I haven't bought any yet, but I will. Cordelia has labeled the music 'boring.' I disagree. Our tastes differ considerably.
I have noticed that the music Cordelia likes to listen to sounds, apart from being unfamiliar to me, an awful lot like what my sister and I listened to in the early 1980s. I rather expected music to change more than that.
This is day two with Cordelia's friends visiting. Their mother has a learner's permit for driving, so she can bring them over and pick them up if she has a friend with a license to ride along. Otherwise, it takes an hour to get here by bus from their apartment. The other family provided lunch yesterday and again today. I've got stuff for lunch for tomorrow and Thursday. I'm not sure what we'll do for Friday, but I don't feel particularly urgent about it yet.
Scott bought a lot of frozen fish from a specialized truck that was selling near our grocery store a week ago. It was very expensive, but there was a wide variety available, and it's not like we don't have room in our basement freezer. Last night, Scott grilled some, a 'sampler pack.' We're not sure which bit of fish is which, apart from the salmon which is obvious. There's supposed to be tuna, mahi-mahi, and swordfish in there. It's just unfortunate that, if we particularly like something, we won't know which it is.
The kids walked to Wendy's for frosties yesterday morning. I probably shouldn't have let them go as close to lunch time as I did. It resulted in them not wanting real food until about 2:00. I got the impression that they might choose to go back today or some time later in the week. The book store that's near the Wendy's isn't open on Mondays, and the kids are interested in that, too.
They also hiked to the school playground in the afternoon. Given the construction, it's a lot more of a walk than it used to be, but it's still not very far. They didn't stay out long, however. There's no shade on the playground, and the sun was bright, so the playground equipment was unpleasant to touch. It was also kind of hot, about 87F.
I meant to start link finding yesterday afternoon, but I played around on GoodReads instead, mostly seeing what books authors I like have marked as read. Some of those were things I'd read but hadn't thought to put on my list previously. Some were things that sound interesting enough that I want to read them myself. It was kind of interesting to see which authors were willing to rate things as opposed to just marking them as read. I have a sort of general impression that rating may be more acceptable for authors in some genres than in others and that authors of fiction are more willing to rate books they've read for research and books by people who are safely dead than they are recent books in their own genre. Jane Austen and Charles Dickens aren't likely to say nasty things in response to a negative (or less than utterly glowing) rating/review or to retaliate by slagging the reviewer's books. There were a lot of authors who only rated things they were willing to give five stars.
