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This morning I hung out online (reading LiveJournal entries, playing neopets, hanging out on a couple of the mushes I'm on), but I also did a bit of my volunteer work here, cleaned the house some, and started the laundry (more of which is busy drying right now). The "cleaning " part involved finally relocating the last of the things that needed to be in the master bath (but weren't) that I was aware of, to the master bath, and organizing the storage in there. I'm pleased about that.
The downstairs is actually pretty cool and comfortable with all the windows open (including the deck door) and the ceiling fan going, at that. I've started reading some of Scott's D&D books, though not, ironically, the main rulebook. (That's in his backpack, which is perpetually in his car. We may need a second copy. Darn you, Sunny! I had been quite contentedly not a D&D player, you know. *grin*)
Then my parents dropped by a bit after two, as we'd agreed. They returned a couple books I'd loaned them, and gifted me a couple more (cookbooks; Julia Childs, specifically). Which is apparently whence comes the garlic lamb I remember so fondly. I shall have to attempt it at some point, it's good.
They had found some old pictures from the house we lived in when I was a baby (we moved before I was two), which I don't remember at all. A few pictures of the pond (which I fell into, and then didn't want to come out of, because I was having fun splashing about - they'd gotten me swimming lessons for safety, which sure explains why I love the water so much, but I don't think staying in the center out of reach was what they wanted me to do if I did fall in!). But most of the pictures were of the dogs, Rick and Meyer. I haven't any memories of Rick, so this was my first chance to really see him; cute dog. Meyer was a doberman, and I do remember him - he lived till I was, I think, five or so? Long enough to see the house my parents still live in today, and shove my dad out of the bed in it. (My parents had a king-sized bed. Meyer would get up on it, get between them, and straighten. A doberman is not a small dog. My mother is not a large person, but somehow, she never budged an inch....)
Nice trip down memory lane. Also a CD of the movies they've been filming of the coons in their barn. Haven't watched those yet, and will when I finish this post; I'm looking forward to seeing that, it sounds funny.
Mostly hung about talking to friends and dealt with laundry after they left, but then I went for a walk. Hence the "decent shape" part of this title. Was not a huge walk. 20 minutes, and at a casual pace, and for no reason but to be walking. But sadly there was a time when I could not have done this, in this weather and possibly in any weather, without feeling lousy.
I feel fine. Yay, for simple things, like being in good enough shape to not feel like an idiot any longer.
I also got to meet my neighbor across the way (whose name I have already forgotten) and her white toy poodle, Annie. Why would I remember the dog's name and not my neighbor's? Well, no one was telling my neighbor to "stop that and come here!" and apologizing for her. ;)
I'm very fair-skinned, and have had a mole biopsied (it was harmless) once already in my life. I was going for a walk that I expected to last anywhere from ten minutes to a half hour depending on what I felt like doing. Annie, like other animals I have heard friends talk about, likes the smell of sunscreen (and will lick it off you if she can, according to her owner). So....
Fortunately, nothing but my arms and neck/face/head had needed any sunscreen, so I was safe from Annie, who sprawled on the grass and begged my neighbor's forgiveness and a belly rub, whereupon she got picked up and removed.
But I met my neighbor. ;)
The downstairs is actually pretty cool and comfortable with all the windows open (including the deck door) and the ceiling fan going, at that. I've started reading some of Scott's D&D books, though not, ironically, the main rulebook. (That's in his backpack, which is perpetually in his car. We may need a second copy. Darn you, Sunny! I had been quite contentedly not a D&D player, you know. *grin*)
Then my parents dropped by a bit after two, as we'd agreed. They returned a couple books I'd loaned them, and gifted me a couple more (cookbooks; Julia Childs, specifically). Which is apparently whence comes the garlic lamb I remember so fondly. I shall have to attempt it at some point, it's good.
They had found some old pictures from the house we lived in when I was a baby (we moved before I was two), which I don't remember at all. A few pictures of the pond (which I fell into, and then didn't want to come out of, because I was having fun splashing about - they'd gotten me swimming lessons for safety, which sure explains why I love the water so much, but I don't think staying in the center out of reach was what they wanted me to do if I did fall in!). But most of the pictures were of the dogs, Rick and Meyer. I haven't any memories of Rick, so this was my first chance to really see him; cute dog. Meyer was a doberman, and I do remember him - he lived till I was, I think, five or so? Long enough to see the house my parents still live in today, and shove my dad out of the bed in it. (My parents had a king-sized bed. Meyer would get up on it, get between them, and straighten. A doberman is not a small dog. My mother is not a large person, but somehow, she never budged an inch....)
Nice trip down memory lane. Also a CD of the movies they've been filming of the coons in their barn. Haven't watched those yet, and will when I finish this post; I'm looking forward to seeing that, it sounds funny.
Mostly hung about talking to friends and dealt with laundry after they left, but then I went for a walk. Hence the "decent shape" part of this title. Was not a huge walk. 20 minutes, and at a casual pace, and for no reason but to be walking. But sadly there was a time when I could not have done this, in this weather and possibly in any weather, without feeling lousy.
I feel fine. Yay, for simple things, like being in good enough shape to not feel like an idiot any longer.
I also got to meet my neighbor across the way (whose name I have already forgotten) and her white toy poodle, Annie. Why would I remember the dog's name and not my neighbor's? Well, no one was telling my neighbor to "stop that and come here!" and apologizing for her. ;)
I'm very fair-skinned, and have had a mole biopsied (it was harmless) once already in my life. I was going for a walk that I expected to last anywhere from ten minutes to a half hour depending on what I felt like doing. Annie, like other animals I have heard friends talk about, likes the smell of sunscreen (and will lick it off you if she can, according to her owner). So....
Fortunately, nothing but my arms and neck/face/head had needed any sunscreen, so I was safe from Annie, who sprawled on the grass and begged my neighbor's forgiveness and a belly rub, whereupon she got picked up and removed.
But I met my neighbor. ;)
