Seriously, is it Saturday night already? The weeks are just a blur any more.
Dad's still doing well, which is good. When I talked to him last, he was a few days past his first monthly chemo treatment, and hadn't experienced any side effects. Hopefully, that's how it remains.
Still no new equipment at work. The lending company, for whatever reason, did not want to give us the money directly, but wanted to pay PCMall. But only after the equipment had shipped. PCMall said, "Uh-uh. You don't have an account with us. We want you to at least sign this form saying you will pay for the equipment, and then we will ship it." The lending company said, "Hey, it's cool bro- just ship the shit and we'll deal with it. You don't need us to sign anything." PCMall, "Um, no." Lending company, "Whatever, we're out of here, losers."
Wednesday, our paperwork was sent to a NEW lending company, that will hopefully get it all worked out for us. I just want a machine that isn't seven years old.
Saturday sleepy time is usually hit-or-miss for me, with an emphasis on miss. Sometimes, I don't get to sleep until 8 am, and wake up at noon. Trying to nap before work in the evening doesn't work out well. So, I got some Advil PM to take as an experiment.
While they didn't help me fall asleep, they DID help keep me asleep. I slept from 7 until 3, and it felt wonderful. Took me a little while to shake them off after I got up, and I'm not sure yet if I'll take any when I go home after work, but at least now I know what they do. Maybe next time, I'll try just one pill.
Thursday (I think it was Thursday) Ike was outside doing his thing. I heard him scratch the door to come in, but when I opened it, he was on the ground under the porch. The nearest guess I can make is that he scratched, lost his balance, and slipped backward under the rail and to the ground. He wasn't hurt, just a little shaken and dazed, and he got up and made his way into the house. He's apparently far more resilient than he looks. He definitely enjoyed his visit today from asia_sky
. she stopped by to visit and pick up her laptop that I finally finished fixing. It was nice to see her, even though I was still a little woozy from the sleeping pills. She also got me some bars of buffalo soap as payment for fixing the laptop. Now, I have to decide which to try first- Lilacs & Linen, Ancient Violets or Sweet Violets. Just smelling them made me swoon.
Yes, I'm an old woman inside. Deal with it.
(Crap. I was going to type something here, but went back a few entries to see if I had discussed it before, and now I have no idea what the hell it was. Oh well.)
I'm currently reading one of the Agog! fiction compilations I have. Some really good work in the book, although I find the editor's choice of stories to open with odd, because the first two are easily the weakest so far. One of them is practically nonsensical. (Two people act odd for vaguely explained reasons. Another person dies, because of something vaguely related to the vaguely explained reasons. And the sand is red. The end.) I was going to start reading "Bernice Summerfield and the Dead Man Diaries" but holy crap is that typeface small! Soon as I work out a way to actually read it, I'll read it. The glasses I have are transition bifocals, which I have never ever really gotten used to- to me, they make everything sort of in focus, but no better. Reading anything below 12 pt type is out of the question with them; I think the Benny book is in 8 pt, if not 7. I'll be better off reading it without using my glasses and just holding it up to my nose.
Jinx got in a cat fight and was bit on the face across the bridge of his nose. Luckily, we spotted it right away and got him started on antibiotics. It's a little pusy, but not too bad. Considering how close the bite was to his eye, I didn't want to take any chances.
The foreign materials for "Universe in the Red" that I was looking forward to getting never came about, so I'm going to have to proceed without them. Annoyingly, enough time has passed that it's hard to turn my attention back to that project, but I really want to get it finished ... some day. Soon as I'm done this update, I'll open it up and work on it, promise.
Last weekend, I shaved my head. Partly because I was tired of having hair, and didn't want to have any for awhile. And partly because, throughout my life when I felt powerless to change overwhelming life circumstances, I'd change my hair somehow and feel better because of the change. In my younger days, that could be bleaching it, cutting stripes in it, or using a spray called "Hard Hair*" to pull it up into a six-inch high wedge. And sometimes, I'd do all of these at once.
But past the age of 40, there's not as many options. Shaving my head, however, is one that remains. Unfortunately, using a razor to shave clean to the skin is time consuming and painstaking, and required help from Andy to do the hotdog folds in back, so I only did it the one time. I like the way it looks though, so if I ever find a depilatory that doesn't burn my scalp**, I may do it more often.
And that's the week that was. Until next time.*Sadly, if this product is still made, I can find no trace of it. It came in a white pump bottle, and the label was a simple, bee-hive shaped head outline. It had some SERIOUS hold. I had to stand in the shower running water on my head for 10 minutes just to loosen it. A balloon once popped on my spikes. One of my friends said it should have been named 'Bullet Proof Head' but probably wasn't due to potential lawsuits.**The first time I tried to get a clean shaven scalp was in college. I tried NAIR first and ended up with pretty bad chemical burns on my head, as well as patchy hair left behind (When the bottle says to test it on a small patch of skin first, they mean it!). I figured I'd use a razor then to remove what hair was left ... the first swipe removed a significant chunk of chemically burnt skin. For two weeks I wore a bandana on my scalp, because I looked like I'd been in a nuclear accident.ETA: Surrealism