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13 August 2006 @ 06:19 pm
We have a big old couch that is long past overdue to leave our house. We have finally decided to get rid of it, but are trying to figure out the best way to get it out. Down our steep, narrow stairs seems a bit iffy (especially down around the corner from the living room). Out the kitchen window and down to the sidewalk seems like it would involve some engineering. Any bright ideas? Should we hire a moving company for an hour? Trash collection is Thursday morning, so we need to solve this by Wednesday evening.
03 May 2005 @ 08:46 pm
I really would rather be writing about my Community Garden plot now. Or gardening (despite the dark). Or a bath would be nice. Or snuggling and watching a movie.

But NO. Must focus on work for work. *sigh*

At least the bubbly has taken the edge off, and I can procrastinate until I've eaten dinner.

(Vacation to SC is less than a month away but I really need a day off Now.)
Current Mood: resigned
20 April 2005 @ 09:07 pm
Anybody know whether the plastic pans I get muffins from Whole Foods in are reuseable in the oven?

This inquiry is partly in honor of Earth day.

And partly due to the fact that our real oven has been broken for ages and we only have a toaster oven for baking. The plastic pans would fit in the toaster oven; my existing muffin tins do not.

I am desperate to bake muffins again (especially banana chocolate chip oatmeal muffins)!
Current Mood: determined
10 April 2005 @ 04:32 pm
Rubbery legs, tight shoulders, sore feet. Had my fill of people I don't know. Wish I had seen more people I do. Family had fun, in spite of protests from one about it being embarrassing. Fiddle music still running through my head. Still tapping my toes... Half in another world. Would be so pleased if tomorrow were not a work day.
Current Mood: contentcontent
08 April 2005 @ 11:17 pm
Once upon a time I would quietly enter empty classrooms at conferences and in buildings where I had classes and write "Hey diddle diddle the cat" on some portion of the chalk board, whether it be blank or already full of writing. As a linguist, there was something oddly pleasant to me in writing an incomplete phrase. Periodically I would sneak back to see if my saying remained. Often if would stay for days. But no one, as I recall, ever added on to it. The moon or the spoon. Or anything.

Years prior I somehow caught on to the words "And so...". Used in journals again and again and in corners of a black board now and then.

Tonight my son asked me what a poem is. I used to write them all the time. I didn't tell him that. I told him about incomplete sentences, and rhymes.
Current Mood: sleepysleepy