Porch parties and loud bass. I like the city but I can't stand the intrusiveness of sound in some urban environments, especially in the summer. It's such a violation.
I can't find an old T-shirt that has sweet memories attached to it. It isn't in the place I was certain I put it last time!
Feeling very worn down today--no particular reason. Everything just hurts. Probably just crashing after two busy days.
*sends Australian hug* - better? Frustrating thing today - beyond the fact that in my town more than 12% voted for the darned Nazis yesterday - is job-related: we're preparing a big international sampling in which 12 nations participate. Unfortunately, the colleague who organizes it sends us every protocol, every schedule, every mail and every phone notice he gets. And he sends documents with gazillions of alterations and edits visible. Why the [insert wild curse here] can't he wait till a prob is solved and then send us the document's final version?! I'm drowning in mails and have lost the overview of what is still valid and what has been overruled by another protocol. My boss feels the same and I am now to sort through a few gigabyte of mails on the quest for the final versions of all documents. Premature, imo: the sampling starts in July and in those 5 weeks left the colleague is bound to write a few more updates. (I'm sooo glad he'll get pensioned off next year.. The next international sampling in 2024 will very propably be organized by myself. Totally chaos-free and relaxed, I swear.)
^^ that sucks Do you at least have a good book to kill the time? Santaman and I once almost missed our (delayed) flight because we were totally absorbed in a game of checkers in the boarding lounge If not for a stewardess' presence of mind, we'd propably still sit at Heathrow. @Butters: how about using one of these smart scrubcaps surgeons wear? I love this one
Ouch My last one was delayed too, but not as long as that that (proportionally speaking). Family and friends have been rather less lucky than I though. Both off them have had issues with later flights or the airline going under while they've been waiting for return flights.
Worst delay I ever had at an airport was when I got stuck at Chicago O'Hare for 11 hours back in '14. And what's worse, I had not yet discovered the United Club, so I had nothing to do but wander the airport... actually maybe it's just as well that I didn't yet know about the club. I would have consumed so many gin and tonics that it would have fractured my liver.
Trying to get hubby to decide on our "trip of a lifetime" next year. We have both always wanted to visit the site of the TV show " The Prisoner, " since we were kids. Now we are finally going. We are going to the annual Prisoner convention in the "Village" in Portmerion. The problem is that hubby wants to make it a week to two week trip BUT he can't decide where to go after Wales. First, he wanted to go to Ireland and then go to Wales. Now he wants to save Ireland for a separate trip and just see Wales and some of England. "OK, where do you want to go?" " I don't know. " I have a million things I want to see and hubby just shrugs. I like art, architecture, history, theater, anthropology, animals, music, movies, literature -- as well as being a huge scif I geek. Hubby only cares about computers, games, and science fiction. I thought a Doctor Who tour might appeal but there doesn't appear to be one running when we will be there. Then I thought of Cornwall -- all the King Arthur stuff. Nope. Stonehenge? Nah. Bath? Oxford? Stratford? London? How about a rail tour? Blank stare. For fuck's sake.
My idiot roommates cut down a decorative tree with a bird's nest in it, despite being told there was a nest and despite the fact that they definitely could have waited a couple of weeks to cut the tree. So now the upset parent birds are making a heartbreaking racket right outside my window.
Got one for the hubs who thought it would be a fun addition to his summer workout. It lasted three mows and went to goodwill. We didn’t spring a lot for it and the blades went dull after every use.
Also there are trees in my backyard, the house was unoccupied in the fall and this is the first major attention I’ve paid to it. So there’s hella sticks.
Forgive a slightly tipsy chain of though... Okay, begin with random frustration: I have to wear a bracelet -- a medic alert bracelet -- all the time, and I recently bought a new one in gold so that I can trade it out with my silver one to match my other jewelry. I've also taken to wearing fashion bracelets of late for fun. It always annoyed me, though, that bracelets are SO BIG. They're either sliding down my hand and hitting my keyboard, or sliding up my arm. I even remember as a kid I switched to wearing my medic alert ID on my right wrist, despite the constant annoyance, me being right handed, because I played cello and every time I'd go to fourth position the metal would crash into the body of my instrument. Anyway... So I finally decided to google wrist sizes and the results say that 6.5 inch wrist circumference is "extra small" for women. My wrist measures about 5.75 inches. I'm smallish but there are plenty of women much smaller than me. I always thought, if anything, I had a pretty hearty bone structure. Are all women stuck with enormous bracelets? Are my wrists weirdly small? It'd be nice if there were more options (you know, beyond taking things to a jeweler to have links removed at extra expense). That lead to: I remember reading Great Expectations, one of my favorite novels, and being surprised that impoverished Pip had a tailored suit. Of course, I later learned that everybody in that day and age wore tailored suits. So many times as a younger person, before I understood the arbitrary nature of women's sizing, my self-perception was confused by the clothes I'd try on in fitting rooms. How could I be an extra large? I would think. I was an extra small in the other shop last week? Have I gained 50 pounds in a week! Why don't jeans fit me? What is wrong with my body? I know my waist is 25" but any jeans sized 25" won't usually go past my calves, let alone my thighs or hips or butt (also, I mistyped hippos there, which was a deeply engrained Freudian slip). Literally the only thing are reliable are my feet, and they're only reliable in that they'll fit a 7, 7.5, or 8. So, like, I gues to summ up this drunken rant. I am frustrated with women's clothing sizes and think a lot of people's self-image issues could be helped (if not resolved) by going back to Dickensian custom tailoring for the poor.
Custom tailoring is anticapitalist though so it won't happen. Should I rant about my frustrations with capitalism now? No, better save it for when I am far, far, FAR drunker.