One of them thar good days
Jul. 23rd, 2009 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stephbgClocked up quite a few bits and pieces today, with some caffeine assistance. In approximate order:
Got up, bathed and dressed. I'm really looking forward to the day when this becomes a given, but for now I'll bask in the warm glow of achievement (as opposed to the warm funk of the alternative).
Took delivery of my salt toothpaste directly from the NZ distributor via internet order, the Australian distributor being a git and stringing the local health shop along for weeks. Took me three days and only cost about $1 extra than it would have in the shops. If it had been in the shops. Which it wasn't. For several weeks. Grrr.
Took Husband to the train station.
Completed hospital paperwork. Favourite question: Teeth? Own.
Walked to the local deli to post paperwork, and decided to try their new coffee service. Unfortunately and surprisingly for an otherwise nice continental deli, the coffee service was an automated machine that produced appalling coffee. Wow. Nasty. It did the right pharmaceutical trick though, and I'm now enjoying the hangover phase. Wince.
Did work! A whole half hour chargeable, but quality stuff that I'd abandoned before due to spoon shortage. Yay!
Did BAS. This did not take long.
Paid a bunch o' bills.
Admired the eerily empty bills clipboard.
Admired the eerily empty bank account.
Did a load of laundry.
Reversed some of the spare room tweaks introduced for brief visitor stay last weekend.
Removed a bucket o' fur from my car seats. Tried to vacuum using the hand-vac, but will need more power*. Fur removal is a manual proccess, but had some good results scrubbing the upholstery with a nail brush. Scrubbing, gosh.
Now it gets freaky: I dusted my dashboard. Well, briefly disturbed the tranquility of the dust, but it looked lovely for a whole minute. Curse you static electricity! Discovered many many cracks in the car interior. I guess those loud cracking noises it makes when the temperature changes are the sounds of plastic cracking.
Went to the GP for another B12 shot and advice about folic acid supplementation. Didn't make him cry this time, but had this memorable exchange: When I said "I've been dancing with the devil eating fruit and vegetables," he responded: "When you say you danced with the devil I take that quite literally."
Purchased behind-the-counter folic acid, which was ten times the concentration and a tiny fraction of the price of the Blackmores' Pregnancy Support folic acid. That's a very expensive pink label.
But wait, there's more! Drove up to Middle Sister's place for chat, then tagged along with MS and Youngest Niece to YN's swimming lesson. I was even smuggled into the pool area for free. I did object to being made the Bad Cop when YN wanted to have a play swim after the lesson. I would have quite happily watched her for a bit longer, but MS used me as the excuse to go straight home. Fortunately YN is not the lip-quivery accusing stare sort of child. I've been around the cats too long.
Once back at chez MS got to chat with, squish and mercilessly tease teen nieces. Just awesome.
Drove home, then collected Husband from train station.
Cooked lentils. I've been a bit slack on the cooking front of late; no appetite. Still don't really, but I'm re-engaging the effort to sneak nutrition past the beige guards.
Whew!
(*) MUAHAHAHAHA
Got up, bathed and dressed. I'm really looking forward to the day when this becomes a given, but for now I'll bask in the warm glow of achievement (as opposed to the warm funk of the alternative).
Took delivery of my salt toothpaste directly from the NZ distributor via internet order, the Australian distributor being a git and stringing the local health shop along for weeks. Took me three days and only cost about $1 extra than it would have in the shops. If it had been in the shops. Which it wasn't. For several weeks. Grrr.
Took Husband to the train station.
Completed hospital paperwork. Favourite question: Teeth? Own.
Walked to the local deli to post paperwork, and decided to try their new coffee service. Unfortunately and surprisingly for an otherwise nice continental deli, the coffee service was an automated machine that produced appalling coffee. Wow. Nasty. It did the right pharmaceutical trick though, and I'm now enjoying the hangover phase. Wince.
Did work! A whole half hour chargeable, but quality stuff that I'd abandoned before due to spoon shortage. Yay!
Did BAS. This did not take long.
Paid a bunch o' bills.
Admired the eerily empty bills clipboard.
Admired the eerily empty bank account.
Did a load of laundry.
Reversed some of the spare room tweaks introduced for brief visitor stay last weekend.
Removed a bucket o' fur from my car seats. Tried to vacuum using the hand-vac, but will need more power*. Fur removal is a manual proccess, but had some good results scrubbing the upholstery with a nail brush. Scrubbing, gosh.
Now it gets freaky: I dusted my dashboard. Well, briefly disturbed the tranquility of the dust, but it looked lovely for a whole minute. Curse you static electricity! Discovered many many cracks in the car interior. I guess those loud cracking noises it makes when the temperature changes are the sounds of plastic cracking.
Went to the GP for another B12 shot and advice about folic acid supplementation. Didn't make him cry this time, but had this memorable exchange: When I said "I've been dancing with the devil eating fruit and vegetables," he responded: "When you say you danced with the devil I take that quite literally."
Purchased behind-the-counter folic acid, which was ten times the concentration and a tiny fraction of the price of the Blackmores' Pregnancy Support folic acid. That's a very expensive pink label.
But wait, there's more! Drove up to Middle Sister's place for chat, then tagged along with MS and Youngest Niece to YN's swimming lesson. I was even smuggled into the pool area for free. I did object to being made the Bad Cop when YN wanted to have a play swim after the lesson. I would have quite happily watched her for a bit longer, but MS used me as the excuse to go straight home. Fortunately YN is not the lip-quivery accusing stare sort of child. I've been around the cats too long.
Once back at chez MS got to chat with, squish and mercilessly tease teen nieces. Just awesome.
Drove home, then collected Husband from train station.
Cooked lentils. I've been a bit slack on the cooking front of late; no appetite. Still don't really, but I'm re-engaging the effort to sneak nutrition past the beige guards.
Whew!
(*) MUAHAHAHAHA
