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Thursday, 08/21/2003 - 11:12 AM PDT
The topic: I have no ambition
Thursday, August 21, 2003 I have absolutely no ambition. I don't want to do anything. I think I'm just bored. I've got so very much I want to do and I just can't get started on any of it.
You know, I've got all that stuff to finish sewing from years long gone. My excuse was "it's tooooo haaawwt...." if it was cloudy and muggy, and if the sun was shining brightly "I should be out by the poooool". Today seems to be perfect, it's cloudy and it's still cool, it would be a perfect time to start doing some sewing. Then there are all the CDs I want to make. I like doing my own compilations and I've got a list started. I want to make duplicates of the CDs I really like, so I'll have one in each of the vehicles and keep the originals here in the house. I found this weekend that my MusicMatch
program will print the playlist to labels. Which is pretty cool, I think. It will format it and everything. Of course, I have to input my own compilations, but if it's a regular CD, MM looks it up the CD info on the internet and I don't have to spend the time typing it all in. And there is software that is made for use with MM, so I ordered that. I've got all those blank CDs I ordered years ago, when I first started burning my own. When I got my Dell, where I can burn my own computer CDs, I got a spindle of disks and ordered a bunch of jewel cases. Then I found a place where I could buy different styles of jewel cases. I bought a couple dozen of them that hold six CDs each. Then I got a thirty disk spindle of Memorex Music CD-Rs from Office Depot
. I think to myself 'that won't be enough!', so I found spindles of fifty, I got two of those from Page Computer. They should be here today. Now, I need to get off of my butt and go start making CDs so that I can come back here and sit on my butt and make labels. It sure would be nice not to be dragging CDs in and out of the house.
When I was burning CDs last weekend, Katie decided she wanted to help. And she found a cat toy in the closet. Heh heh heh.... When I found the toy down the hallway (it's one of those I don't want them playing with by themselves; too easy to get wrapped up in it and hurt) I put it in the exercise room. Well, Katie Boo doesn't know this, so she spends quite a bit of time looking around the entertainment center for it. I think she thinks it's on the very top, which she can't see, but she sure tries.
Last Sunday, Brian went up to the sticks in the morning and when he came home, we went shopping. One of the places we went was to Good Guys. I love that place, it's like a candyland for me. We bought a new CD player for the Bronco II, the old one will eventually be going into his '69 Bronco. And I got some nice new headphones for the big stereo. My old Sony headphones still work, but the earpad covers had rotted. And according to the salesman, that part can't be replace. Brian about choked when he saw the price of the phones I picked out. I was like 'shut up, they're the same price as the Sony's were years ago'. He's surely no audiophile. We set up the installation for Tuesday morning. When we came home, he says "now, I don't want to hear any complaints when I buy the new system for my truck when it gets done" (you know, the truck that had the transmission go out? The one that's still in the shop? The one he's gotten so much more stuff than just the tranny fixed? Thousands of more dollars than originally planned?). And he asks me what the difference was between the new stereo I got and the next step up (besides the $100 more price tag). As far as I could tell, the only diff was the ability to download programs from the internet and change skins and stuff in the CD player, something he wouldn't be doing at all. Heck, it's not something I'd do.
We've been spending time out by the pool in the late evenings. Depending on the temperature, we either go swimming or have just been watching the stars. Well, I figured it would be really nice to have the chaise lounge lawn chairs down there, so Monday, I took the ones from the patio and scrubbed the heck out of them. I rinsed them well and took them down poolside. I figured they'd be plenty dry by Monday night. They're kind of old, have been outside for years. Sure, they were somewhat under cover, but they still got weathered. They're foam covered fabric. And Monday night, Brian laid back in his, I sat down in mine. And I heard a ripping sound. Ack! The fabric was rotted. Because of the way it was held together, I was able to sit in it, but Tuesday morning, it went out with the trash.
On my way back from the stereo installation (why can't I hear the back speakers? This is so wrong! All that money and they still don't work properly, that's why we got a new one, doodoo, I'm gonna have to call them and find out why this happens) I picked up the carpet shampooer that I'd brought in for servicing (boy, am I happy we had coverage, the price would have been real close to $250 to get it fixed, the even replaced the motor; I didn't know there was a problem with the motor) and figured I'd hit K-Mart to see if they had any end of the season lawn furniture sales. I found a couple of Martha Stewart lounges for $31.99. More than I wanted to spend, but there's not much I'm going to find this late in the summer. I was pleasantly surprised to find they were on sale, ten dollars off each. That wasn't bad at all. Of course, when Brian called and I told him about them, he came unglued. *here we go again* Brian, those stupid banana chairs are ten bucks at Rite Aid! This isn't that much money. Anyway, he wasn't so upset once he saw them. They're pretty sturdy.
Then I got busy messing around with my hair. I got out the flowbee and trimmed it up, making it even. Then I permed the top. It took about two hours to do. I only used twelve or thirteen rollers. Next time, I'll use the next larger size because I look like a poodle is sleeping on my head. But I'm pretty sure it will have loosened up my October. I just don't want it looking so awful in pictures. I hate that flat look, it just doesn't go with my beachball shaped face, yanno?
We got a letter this week from Brian's brother and sister-in-law who live in Colorado, the bro he visited last Thanksgiving. Joann has told me often how much she'd like to see me come visit. Back in July, she mentioned the last week of September would be good, or one of the first weeks of October. Well, October will have us at Disneyland for my birthday, so that's out. And with any help from the weather, I'll be spending time outside in September, swimming, a last ditch effort to de-lump my legs. *lol* Of course, there's always the issue of a petsitter. Becky had said that it wouldn't be a problem. Well, Brian and I kinda decided that I'd like to go back on Thanksgiving, in hopes of seeing some snow.
So, Tuesday, before I shut down the computer, he reads out a phone number. What? He said "call it, it's Stephen and Joann's. *sigh* I pick up the phone, punch the numbers on the dialpad. A woman answers. "Is this Joann?" She says "Yes." "Well, this is Dianne." "Dianne? Dianne S?" Yep, it's me.
There's a little "what a surprise" conversation, then somehow I mentioned coming to visit them in November. She was very happy and it looks like we're going. We'll take the Bronco II. We'll leave the Monday before Thanksgiving day and be home by the following Tuesday. I called Becky first thing Wednesday morning and she'd be happy to sit. I thought there might be a problem, seeing as it's a holiday and all, but I guess not. She said there was no need to have my mom come over and do counter and litterbox duty, she could handle it. But I know my mom likes to feel needed and she likes to come over and clean up. Well, she may not really like it, but it's something she can do for us and it gives her something to talk about to her friends. *lol*
Later, we went out to enjoy the new chairs. It was kind of cool, so Brian wore a sweatshirt, I wore a long sleeved thermal shirt and we kicked back and watched the stars. I saw two satellites and three falling stars. The first one I saw was huge! It was really close, so close the tail wasn't solid looking, but we could actually see the many little parts as it broke up. And it wasn't white, it was a yellow orange color. Pretty darned impressive. I'd already gotten some of the cats in for the night, so we weren't covered in cats, but there were a few walking around on us. Junior laid between us, once we got him to understand we didn't need his licks, that we understood that he loves us, just like we love him. We came back inside about 9:30. It's sure a nice end to a day, sitting under the stars.
Last week, over on Cat Fights II, I mentioned DeeJay throwing up about once every couple of weeks. Someone posted that many CRF cats respond well to a quarter of a Pepcid A/C tablet on a daily basis. So, we bought some Pepcid A/C (that stuff isn't cheap!) and I came home and quartered some pills. A bottle should last well over a year, if DeeJay is the only one taking it. It's been close to a week and he does seem more relaxed. His appetite has perked up and I haven't heard his tummy rumbling since I started him on the Pepcid. I can't feed him in the exercise room any longer because I just forget about him. The door shut is a normal thing for that room and I don't wonder "is there a cat in there?" So, I put his food in my bathroom. And if I stick to just feeding him in there, hopefully the other cats won't start trying to open the bowl.
Pete's keeping his distance from me. I grabbed him the other night and tried to comb some of his mats out. He didn't appreciate being restrained and he didn't appreciate my help at grooming him. He'll come to me in bed, but he won't let me near him any other place. Silly cat.
Georgie had blood in his urine, so he's back on amoxicillan. It seems to be helping this time. Poor guy.
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