Failed to find the work shirts I wanted locally. So be it; catalog it is, as I know I can get something that will suit. Joy. But it'd be nice to replace the worn one, and the couple I'm not so fond of, with something nicer.
I finished reading The Well of Ascension
last night. I finished at almost midnight. I could not stop reading once I hit the final stretch because omigosh evil author
. I was almost breathless at a couple points, usually from shock but at least once from horror. This is a really, really, really good series and I want the next book
because sheesh what a place to stop
You know, I'm still disappointed about the discontinuity in the Briggs stories. But, it wasn't that important to Moon Called
- it was a throwaway line, and this reality conflicts with that one only
on that page - and every time I reread this story I want the book (which will be next summer) now. (I have now reread the story, in part or whole, so many times I have no idea even an approximate count.)
I felt rather sorry for a truck driver today. He had a cab with a crane on it, and was pulling an empty flatbed trailer. Good thing it was empty: the pickup truck in front of him did one of those "ohnoes my TURN!" maneuvers, slamming on the brakes and snapping on his signal. Alas, he didn't sling himself around the corner. The (big) truck had following room to work with - but apparently wanted to be sure (I can't blame him!) given what happened. I had no problem slowing (I had distance enough, and anyway my car brakes a little better than a truck for some reason!), but I didn't have enough time to free a hand and shut the vent off before I was in the cloud of smoke from his tires. That's gotta be a bit rough on them, and probably no good for the driver's nerves.
I just discarded a book after five pages because it hit me with so many cliches in those five pages that it drove me bats. (Eileen Wilks, Tempting Danger
. I admit, I wasn't really expecting to love it - but hers was the "tolerable" second story in the book with Alpha and Omega
so I thought I'd give her a chance. Enough of a chance.) As I told dormouse_in_tea
this may have been a mistake, because at the rate she was slamming cliches into the story, I think she'd have shortly run out and been forced to be original. Except, of course, the things are infinitely reusable and I've already hit my threshold for tolerating them. Too many, too fast.
I want to go to Saturday Market. But I'm on call. So that will be next weekend. I want to go to a farmer's market, but see previous. Of course, I can
do these things while on call. But it's not as convenient, for me or for the client. Neither of these are things I have to do this week (in fact, the farmer's market would now be silly since I bought produce at the grocery store today), anyway.
I went to the mall and Burlington Coat Factory today in my quest for business shirts. The mall where BCF is located is, of course, where Beaverton Powell's used
to be before they moved out to Cedar Hills Blvd in Beaverton. Well. The building Powell's used to occupy near BCF has now been fully torn down and replaced with parking lot, and instead of being folded in with odd nooks as it used to be, it's now going to be a standard stretch-along-the-back-side-of-a-
parking-lot mall. They're still doing construction on the buildings but it's starting to look pretty striking. And I no longer feel any attachment to it, because it doesn't remind me any more of Powell's, which was my main reason for thinking of it as more than a place to sometimes go shopping if I needed something. But it does look nice, which is more than I can say for some projects of that sort.
I took the remainder of the Pendleton jackets to the dry cleaner's today. I gave them one last week to see how they did with it - I'm very pleased, they get the rest. These were Mom and Dad's, but they're very nice jackets in varying weights/warmths. I grew up with them and used to borrow one (much too big for me) when I was really cold, to huddle in. Pretty children's coats are all well and nice, but these things pack some serious warmth. Of course, I made sure the pockets were cleaned. And was very surprised to find in one that was normally Mom's, a fencing staple - you know, the big nail-width type staple used to hold fence to a post. Not sure what the proper term for those is. I can't imagine why it was in there after all these years, I don't think she did anything with a fence in a decade. Maybe I'm wrong, or maybe Dad used it even though I mostly remember her in it.
My printer is back in for repairs again. I have a loaner. I hope I get to return the loaner. If they cannot fix the printer, they will replace it instead, probably with
the loaner. The loaner is a perfectly nice C88 (I have a C84, so this is not a huge change). But I have almost two years exactly left on my warranty, and the replacement will get only the one-year manufacturer's warranty. The first repair the C84 needed was at 1 year 3 months so I don't care for the idea of a C88 with a one-year warranty. I have two years left and if I have a problem I get a loaner. I don't have to deal with just the manufacturer's warranty. If I had less time left, I would take the replacement, but...not really wanting to. We'll see, though, whether it's something they can still fix in terms of parts available.
I should have called a couple companies today, but I didn't. Well, I tried one and got an answering machine. And then I got distracted and didn't follow up. But I need to get a chair reupholstered, and I want a couple desks downstairs that need to fit in very specific spaces, so those will have to be custom. I'd whine about the price, but I'm too pleased by the idea of moving the desktop computers downstairs. I've liked having the laptop down here. I feel less isolated, and I can be nearby when the gaming group is here (or I can pack the laptop upstairs and hide). And when the gaming group isn't here, I have a cuddly cat when I'm at the computer. Just need to get a proper place
for them and bring the desktop computers down.