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[which_chick]

Though there has been no word from that quarter, I remain hopeful that my Riverside actually arrived at its intended destination instead of being ripped off by a (likely very disappointed) postal worker.



The weather has turned colder and I am not liking the cold. Not at all. Cold is not fun. While I have a toasty fire in my house and am not currently cold, the sure and certain knowledge that it's below freezing outside makes me *feel* cold even though I am not. Two more months to go...

Progress continues on the current knitting project. As I have rather a way to go on it yet, the progress is best described as incremental. *sigh* I'm working pretty hard to resist the temptation of Yarn Harlot and her knitting olympic challenge. I really do want to do socks. Big, tall, knee socks in wildly inappropriate colors, you see. They call to me and I want to do the two-socks-on-one-stick thing. Really. It sounds like great topological fun. However, project on needles. Stay on target. Project. Eyes on prize. Wotcha.

Also, I needed help to buy leeks at the fucking grocery store AGAIN tonight. And I did know that three leeks in a bundle was a quantity of 1 metaleek. I DO remember these things, you know. Stupid self-checkout.

(Man, this is a whiny post.)

Friday is the six-weeks-post-op visit with the hysterectomy doc. Presumably he'll be telling me that it's okay to return to work (I did that right after the first of the year) and that I can start splitting my own firewood again (two weeks ago) and that I can lift heavy things again (unlike last week, the next time I have to move furniture out of a second-floor apartment, I'll be ALLOWED to do it...) and so forth. I'm not sure exactly what else he expects to accomplish, but what the hell. We're well past the deductible on my insurance, so it's not like the office visit is going to cost me anything. Scar looks very unimpressive, being a thin (about the size of a line written by a normal Sharpie, not the ultra-fine kind) pink line. I feel kind of disappointed -- I was kind of expecting a more visually arresting scar. Perhaps I should complain about that at ye olde post-op visit.

Comments

[staceman.livejournal.com]

Cold is one thing, I hate that too. But what makes it much worse, is the wind. I hate windy weather, warm or cold. But below-freezing-cold and windy at the same time, is the worst.

In reference to the song you were listening to in this post:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=717581808619698555&q=family+guy

[not-your-real.livejournal.com]

There was word from that quarter! When I got back from the ConCom/Dad-surgery-rama I found it there and also read my backlog of journals that I had not read because I'd been hiding my head in the sand (if you'd emailed, I'd have known the book was coming, but since I took a week off from reading LJ I didn't)... so I commented on your week-old blog entry thinking you'd check your "recent comments" page.

Anyway, it got here safe and sound, thanks!

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

There's a "recent comments" page? News to me.

[not-your-real.livejournal.com]

Ah... heh, see, knowing that you don't get the comments emailed to you (I do, it's the only way I can keep up), but having observed that you nevertheless answer most comments, I had assumed you were availing yourself of that option :)

It's found on the titlebar on the main page, under "Journal -> Comments".

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I checked it out once you mentioned it. It's a good idea but unfortunately too ... not-threaded for me to follow. Generally, I scroll back a week or so when checking (obsessively) for comments, but if it's more-ago than that, I probably won't notice.