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Archives for July 2003

I got new shoes!

Today, after work, we went to Fred Meyer for a while, because it’s air conditioned and our house can get kind of stifling around 5-ish. No particular shopping mission, which was kinda fun…looked at the rubbermaid stuff, the furniture, lamps, clothes…. And ended up in the shoe section. I’ve been meaning to buy new sneakers [...]

when the real bumps into the virtual

I’ve been chewing on bb/Shelley’s latest…. I have three (maybe four) “real” friends in my “virtual/blog” world, and a couple more who I’m sure are out there, reading but not blogging. two are people I’d lost track of entirely in the real world, one on purpose, so to speak, and one by the vagrancies of [...]

sunburn update

today I itch. now I’m drowsy (up way early this morning), but can’t really sleep. grrrr.

that “bit of sunburn”

turns about to be a streak of red pain going down one side of my back. I am surly. (fireworks weren’t that bad, managed to get to sleep at a reasonable hour.)

on the other hand…

it wasn’t that hot – I’m just cranky because I got a bit of a sunburn…while laying out on the “beach” napping, watching a great blue heron, and writing! (also saw a deer while walking back to the car; very cool.) yeah, I had this burst of inspiration while dozing early this afternoon; it’ll be [...]

this is my least favorite holiday

either it’s hot, or it rains, depending. noisy semi-legal fireworks. oh, and they mowed down the “meadow” (abandoned lot) around the corner, where the grass had grown up to my shoulder (lovely to walk through on the sidewalk)…to put up a fireworks stand…that’s a church fundraiser. one of their signs says “NO TAX” in big [...]

hmmmm.

OSCon in Portland – can’t go to the actual conference of course. way too much money. but I wonder if the (free!) exhibitor’s hall would count as work. I’m wishing I’d realized this was going to be so close much, much earlier – then there would’ve been a prayer that I could’ve gone to the [...]

apropos of nothing

I want a soda. (scary but true: at first I said to myself “I want a pop.”)