Published biggest blog post yet.

Published biggest blog post yet. The posts keep getting longer. Think I see the trend? Good or bad?
I bought a box of note cards. And here should (I think) go a link. But it is never that simple. Here we go again. Suppose I should stop grumbling; most unseemly. This time I had to go to my purse hanging on the hook in the stairs to the basement to get the box of notecards that I bought. Okay, what we got here is Mister Allen Zumach at www.zumach.net . I just went to his website, sent him an email asking him about posting his images. Here is one. It is great because it is a picture of the Blair Arcade, where Nina’s Coffee Shop is. So this is my world. The College of Visual Art is right across the street. Probably not coincidently, there is always a great exhibit of some sort hung in the coffee shop. Seems very appropriate then: art, art, art. Time to post to blogger.
Blair Building
So now I have the www.zumach.net. Forgot to do my hand cream. Maybe the thing is to put it in my gadget bag. Need to update my maladaptive behaviour list. Still thinking of what…I forgot. Picked up the paper again and read the next bulletin board entry. “Community of Strangers.” A woman discusses the death of her daughter the day before. Compated seeing the daughter in the nursery, fetal heart monitor, and ICU and begin life, end life. Liam read all or almost oll of a Dick and Jane book that Dorothea ordered from Ruminator. why not Dr. Seuss? Oh, I am running out of steam.

This is a picture


This is a picture of my dad, Christmas 1964 or so. It is one of the first of the slides that I have experimented with scanning. I think he is holding an electric clock, kind of a new concept at the time. You probably can’t see the pack of cigarettes in his shirt pocket. I was impressed with this picture because it seems to capture how I remember him. My image of him is from this era. He seemed very powerful and strong to me then when I was a kid, and that comes through to me in this photograph.

Watched the Royal Tennenbaums via

Watched the Royal Tennenbaums via the DVD on the laptop in bed last night. Twas Wednesday night. Dorothea had taken the children to their violin lessons and dropped off Liam in route to Madeline?s basketball practice. That is why Dorothea wasn?t around. I had been looking forward to watching this movie since before it came out in the theaters. Dorothea ordered it from the library. It is exactly like this: if the movie was made from a book, I?d bet the book is pretty good. The movie seems a bit flat. I did like the music though. Except that for one Van Morrison song, the music had a good mood and feel and was fresh. (Sorry, there is nothing new or interesting about Van.) Always something negative, I guess.
Helped Liam with some homework questions about the moon–distance from Earth in kilometers and how long did it take to get there? (300,000 and three days.)
Was listening to the Waterbound CD which I had copied onto the laptop hard drive. Can?t remember the name of the song, but contains the line ?Do you still get a thrill when you see me coming up the hill?? My thought was–Sometimes. Not always. It has been twenty years. It is more complicated. I don’t want thrills anymore. Thrills are something that I would have enjoyed in my twenties.
Was just thinking that I am together better today; then–seems like I have just forgot that I wanted to stop at the store before going to the Y. The club. I go to the club in the morning. There was a fat lady in my hot tub. an experience that I wouldn’t get at home. I’ll never have a hot tub at home.
Thought yesterday about the house and my fear of an over supply of housing just about the time that I would want to sell. So thought about selling when the kids are done with school in about ten years.
At Nina?s this morning, a couple of dads with little girls. Preschool? On their way to daycare?
Dorothea got me a blog book. Is technical but that is good because I am interested in technical blogging at work.

Nina’s has cards at the

Nina’s has cards at the counter featuring external shots. Very nice, though spendy, at four for ten dollars, and a little self-advertising, but, hey, this is the place. What I should do is buy some and contact the artist about scanning them and putting them on the web.
Talking in the sauna about the boiler guys with the women. The lawyer’s wife–he’s the old guy with the bad arm. She is not doing yoga this session. Smart, not having to get up on fridge mornings. The CD skipping during yoga anyway. What is it with CDs and skipping? I thought that they were supposed to free us. Anyway, talking about the boiler guys, who are always right across the hall from the sauna. We can see them and hear them. Pool temperature, chlorine, ph. One of the women said “makes me not want to go in the pool”
Another topic: The Mars picture–the other woman was looking at the Strib and the picture, in color. “Is it red?” I asked. “Orangish” she replied. Not sure if the effort is worth it, but amazing, she added.
On my way to the Y this morning, almost there, but turned back to head home because I thought I had left my wallet in the pocket of the pants hanging on the closet bedroom door. But no–pulled over, checked–had it. A small victory. Choked down my Lexapro without water, but forgot to do the new hand cream. (Clobetasol Propionate 0.05%. Seems to be working on the dry, scaly, cracking skin between my fingers.)
The yoga hour is a long hour. Time passes slowly. I have signed up for yoga now, six weeks. This was the first session. It works well for me because it is early in the morning–6:00 am. And it just seems like one of thost things that is good for ya. Was okay, accept for the skipping CD. I do like the music.
Took Liam to basketball. Dorothea took Madeline to her basketball. Al the vet was there with three of his four children, Jim with two of his. Liam did well, he was right in there. The coaches don’t enforce the dribbling rule. Team photos. You could spend $20 easy. Liam showed me exactly how he smiled. Suppose that he’ll want photos.
Back to the boiler room guys and sitting in the sauna. Told my story about my dad and his mileage book. Mom sold her car in July. Now that she is in assisted living, she doesn’t need it. There were some things in there. That car, ’86 Sable, was around from before my dad died. (’88.) In a little blue ledger book (1976 on the cover) he kept meticulous records of odometer readings when he filled up with gas. That is all though, nothing else.
So I told the story about this book to the women in the sauna, and how it dawned on me after watching the boiler guys chart the temp, chlorine level, and ph level every day on a big chart on the boiler room door, how that is probably the sort of thing that my dad did for decades because he was a boiler operator for NSP. (The picture on this page was his prime for that.)
Lawyer wife-yoga lady countered with a story of a friend (also dead) who did the same sort of thing with the daily temperature highs and lows. She said that he was always coming up with apropo daily highs and lows of historic note whenever she talked to him. I thought that made a lot more sense then mileage and odometer readings.
Just a note: I am doing the writing of these entries in the morning and the editing and uploading in the evening. So if there are some odd tense shifts, that may be why. Or one reason. That seems to be a reasonable approach.
Fighting with children about screen time seems hypocritical since I live in front of a screen now. I am a long way from chopping weed.
The things that are interesting about people, the things that make them more human, are things that they are reluctant to talk about. Me and my brain. Coworker and probable overcome speech impediment.

Don’t know the time, there’s

Don’t know the time, there’s a guy blocking the view of the clock. Haven?t been wearing my watch since dropping it in the locker room. Even with Dorothea?s valiant efforts to fix it. Sometimes it works fine, other times, unpredictably, it stops. There is nothing like an unreliable watch to get you in trouble and late and all.
Just realized that I forgot my calendar again. Put it on the to do list. Also the chime clock–want to lookup and see if there is such a thing on the web. Am falling behind on my blogging. D. was sitting in my chair reading when I came up stairs last night. Pretty wimpy reason. And now having the dialup, can?t just be online. People need to use the phone.
I set up a training with Dennis at 6:30 on Wed 14. Started a different cortisone for my hands today.
While the children watched 90 minutes of TV last night, I scanned slides of my baby pictures. Eight an hour when include converting to JPEG and again to web ready. Sadly, when I went to convert to jpeg, they were all too dark. They seemed okay when I scanned them. Will have to go back and investigate. (Update: they are okay. Weird. Maybe the battery in the laptop was low?)
Actually, the color on several of them was terrible. Different florescent light needed?
Cold again, two days in a row. Minivan thermometer minus single digits yesterday, and plus today. Walked to Buffet King Chinese buffet yesterday. Felt morally superior. Worst was coming back, wind was out of the west.
I started the day with the starting of a new row in the parking lot; hard to see the lines because of a dusting of snow that we had. What a great way to start the day?

Got up late this morning–7:00

Got up late this morning–7:00 am. Got my stuff together and went to the Y, though because of being late didn’t feel like I had time to exercise. Just the sauna. Just lazy, maybe. Quite a list of things to remember before getting out of the house–starting the car, taking pills, getting electronic stuff together, gym bag.
In Bulletin Board section of the Pioneer Press this morning there is an ongoing thing about fear of staircases. Which made me remember a staircase story of my own from high school. I was with Eric, Jeff, Steve, others that I don’t remember. We went to the old electrical power plant that was closed and in the process of being torn down. By the river and the state college athletic fields. I think we wanted to get on the roof to watch the fire works on the Fourth of July.. Maybe it was still light when we went in. it was definitely dark when we left. There were five flights of metal grating stairs from which each of the landings had been removed. It was the scariest stair experience I ever had. At each unseen landing you had to step around to the next flight over nothingness–and in absolute darkness. I must have been in the middle of the line of us and just ahead of Steve because I remember him saying that it wasn’t him that was holding up the line–because it was me going really slow.
In my childhood neighborhood there were stairs going up the side of a hill to Good Counsel Academy–about 170 steps. I remember going up the steps with gangs of other children, who when running down left me far behind. I was much too careful to run.
Fire towers, also no good.
Was up later than usual last night. Got involved in looking at slides, the family slides taken by my father, 50s, 60s, and 70s. In the big main box is a shoebox with leftovers, bad shots, duplicates, and that sort of thing. And a box for each child, from Barb down to me. 20-30 slides in each. And in mine–baby pictures. I must have seen them before, but maybe not. So that is what I will be scanning.

Nine PM Sunday night. The

Nine PM Sunday night. The son is asleep and the spouse and daughter are reading in bed opposite me, and I am sitting in the swivelling recliner with laptop, phone cord, and modem. (Gotta–be right back…. Had to cut my fingernails.) Made me think of how our children’s violin teacher cuts fingernails on the spot at lessons, as required.
D. worked today, extra, as a substitute at her old job. She has been doing this periodically as of late. Originally she said she wanted to go back and see what it was like to be a nurse in the real world. Real world as opposed to the academic she works in now. But also I think its been a long children’s christmas break for her. She just needed to get out. She also had her Saturday class yesterday. We’re starting to get back to normal.
Rose picked up the children on Friday afternoon late and they spent the night at her house. Dorothea and I went out to eat at Auriga, a restaurant on Hennepin that had a coupon in the Blue Sky book. Very cozy, nice atmosphere. Afterwards we walked up to William’s Pub for a beer (her) and a martini (me.) That was the first time that I ever ordered a martini in a bar, and I realized that I like the martinis that I make just fine.
Saturday morning, D. went to class and the children were at Rose’s til noon. I finished reading Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons. I got sucked in. What can I say. D. is reading it now. I ripped CDs and worked on my website.
I spent Sunday morning trying to call France. I burned through the Dorothea’s five dollar prepaid listening to modem whirs but didn’t get through. Then I spent quite a bite of time looking for another card and or trying to call a phone company, any phone company, and get through to hear a human voice. Finally got the country-city code thing worked out and talked to Celine. She said that she’d be happy to see us and said that she was very happy that I called. So the gears are in motion….

Nine PM Sunday night. The

Nine PM Sunday night. The son is asleep and the spouse and daughter are reading in bed opposite me, and I am sitting in the swivelling recliner with laptop, phone cord, and modem. (Gotta–be right back…. Had to cut my fingernails.) Made me think of how our children’s violin teacher cuts fingernails on the spot at lessons, as required.
D. worked today, extra, as a substitute at her old job. She has been doing this periodically as of late. Originally she said she wanted to go back and see what it was like to be a nurse in the real world. Real world as opposed to the academic she works in now. But also I think its been a long children’s christmas break for her. She just needed to get out. She also had her Saturday class yesterday. We’re starting to get back to normal.
Rose picked up the children on Friday afternoon late and they spent the night at her house. Dorothea and I went out to eat at Auriga, a restaurant on Hennepin that had a coupon in the Blue Sky book. Very cozy, nice atmosphere. Afterwards we walked up to William’s Pub for a beer (her) and a martini (me.) That was the first time that I ever ordered a martini in a bar, and I realized that I like the martinis that I make just fine.
Saturday morning, D. went to class and the children were at Rose’s til noon. I finished reading Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons. I got sucked in. What can I say. D. is reading it now. I ripped CDs and worked on my website.
I spent Sunday morning trying to call France. I burned through the Dorothea’s five dollar prepaid listening to modem whirs but didn’t get through. Then I spent quite a bite of time looking for another card and or trying to call a phone company, any phone company, and get through to hear a human voice. Finally got the country-city code thing worked out and talked to Celine. She said that she’d be happy to see us and said that she was very happy that I called. So the gears are in motion….

200312310730 Nina’s. Came to the

200312310730 Nina’s. Came to the Y this morning just to shower. My sister in-law was sleeping in the basement. I had to get past her to get to my clothes in the laundry room at about 6:30 AM. So I went down there without turning on the lights, got my clothes, and headed out to the Y. (Juitst now, my seven year-old son asked me what I was writing. So I was reading aloud the proceeding. “Did you have clothes on?” my daughter asked. Yes. Then Dorothea said that sister in-law wasn’t even down there; that during the night she had gotten too cold and had moved up to the couch.)
Sister in-law and daughter had returned the night before from a flight to Michigan. The flight was a last minute one for M. We called and bought the ticket for her the night before the flight left. So much for planning ahead.
I now have an audience for the blog. Can I keep it? Will the audience read something they don’t like and get pissed? We’ll see. A. visited and read it. She had a question for Dorothea and I about our wedding. And A.?s husband T. asked about my address. Yesterday Dorothea?s sister M. called on her cellphone while driving. When she asked how D. was doing, I commented that if she had read the blog she?d know. She pulled over and wrote down the address.
Makes me think that folks would want to check it out just to see what I said about them.
Blogger listed the winners of the Manchester Guardian?s Blog Awards. I am firing up the dialup to go to Blogger.com to get the link. Here ya go:
And after looking at the things there, realized that I might have more to learn from the average or bad posts. Or at least as much to learn. Can’t suppose I am award winning right off the bat