Nina?s. Looks like I may have lost some posts when the battery in my palm died. I saw it coming, but didn’t deal with it, and now the battery died before I was able to do a backup.
The palm pilot must have a capacitor in it to retain the memory when you change the battery, but I think that my capacitor is dead. So every time I change the battery, I have to make sure that my stuff is backed up or I will lose it.
This morning Liam said he was sick, that Dorothea said he didn?t have to go to school. Then Dorothea came down, said there were ?technical difficulties.? Liam might have strep. And she had a medical appointment, followed by a couple hours subbing at her old work, and then a meeting with a state representative. (That schedule makes me feel like a slob, an introvert, and a recluse.)
That was all distressing, distressing to me. I told Liam that if he was going to stay home from school on my day off, he had better be truly sick, that he?d spend the day in bed. Vacation days are sacred to me, that sometimes vacations are from family as well as work. I offered to not go to my appointment and stay home with Liam, but I was given permission to go. Liam was slated to accompany Dorothea to her medical appointment.
When I got done with my appointment with Dennis the trainer I thought, “Oh, if I hurry up and call Dorothea, catch her before she leaves, she could bring Liam to the Y? and I could take him. But, the public phone didn’t work. I went downstairs to the front desk. None of the phones worked. So I headed out to my car in a bustle. Got the cellphone. Called D., but she was just on her way out the door with L. to take him to school. He had had some “constipation” problems that got resolved. I hope that I redeemed myself with the call and offer to accommodate.
That I told Liam vacation days are sacred to me and are vacations from my family as well as from work makes me think of the line in the NPR bit on Mormon movies where how some guy is asking: “Let me get this straight, if I join your church and I go to heaven, I will be there with my family? Eternity with my family?” He decides to not become a Mormon. Probably an old joke.
Speaking of old jokes. Letterman is doing this thing, jokes in foreign languages, where he has people come out and tell jokes in well, other languages. Funny. This woman comes out and tells a joke in Estonian. Funny enough. Then he ?translates? the joke as something about Adam, Eve, and a punch line ?that?s a hard one.? Lukewarm joke, but the woman?s expression and response ?I did not say that? was hilarious.
Finally, at Nina?s. There was one person sitting at a table next to me. Now that is a table of four people. He has an accent. “Letter of intent” popped up. Software and VNC where mentioned, and I am thinking of programmers in India. And a young man and a young woman are at another table. Looks like a job interview. He looks Eurasian (he’s the interviewer; they both look so young–hard to tell them apart–the inexperienced from the experienced. To my left, a guy with graph paper, graphing calculator, and a ruler and protractor. Remedial? Retro? Just screwed up?
Called the numbers that I thought that I got from Ray; land line was a wrong number, and the cellphone had no voicemail. Sent the letter to the other Dave Schons back to Margaret. Ray is someone I knew in high school and college, haven?t seen or talked to or even heard anything about for almost twenty years, and anticipated as being very unfun to talk to. So I pursued it no more. The Margaret letter?pretty brief reply, but at least I did it.
Watched Madeline play two games of basketball on Sunday. That was fun fun.
Talked to Kerri about Liam starting to play piano a bit with her and start violin at school. Dororthea hoped that we would cut the Kerri violin lessons totally. I am more into weaning him off private violin lessons and on to piano lessons.
I feel as though I have quite low blood sugar?so off to home.
This is getting really complicated and twisted. I am getting mixed up between revising and adding to something that I wrote several days ago, something that I wrote this morning, and what is happening in real time. Slapped myself a couple of times when it dawned on me, when I realized that, it occurred to me that I was entering real-time stuff in the couple-day old log I was editing, stuff that chronologically belonged with this post. Or so I think. (Thought.)
“Oh,” I thought, the community radio station is playing okay music. But then it turns more to reggae/rap. Okay so far. But then I start hear sounds that are are in the kin of the off the hook phone sound. Just annoying and distracting. Then the bass is way too low. What is “music” may not be music for me for sonic reasons. So I put on the CD I was going to play in the first place. Just got the low battery message. I have been waiting for that. Expecting it. So I have to shutdown now and head into work to get the power cord that I left there by mistake Thursday when I left.
At home, again.
Got back to a message on the answering machine from Dorothea about paging and Liam being sick at school. I erroneously interpreted the message as he was sick and the school had paged her. I went into action and called the school. After some miscommunication, found out he was fine and then it occurred to me that she said page her if they did call. Oh well.