Lost Again

I’ve somehow managed to lose my last pair of cheapie reading glasses.

I misplace them all the time. That’s why I bought several pairs.

But once I start checking the couch cushions or the crack between the bed and the headboard or the shelves in the laundry room, they always turn up. Not this time.

Just as I’m writing this I’m wondering if they’re in the outdoor chest freezer. Our new fridge arrived Monday night and I carried stuff back and forth several times and dug around out there. Maybe they fell in. I’ll have to check when I get home.

Meanwhile I’ve ordered more cheapies but I’ve got to hang on to this single pair of glasses until they arrive.

Living on the edge.

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My Report Card

Last night at about 9:30 I went into the garage to put something into recycling and one of my hubcaps was gone.

I stood there gnashing my teeth for a few minutes while my brain reeled off scenarios, first for how it came to be missing, like maybe it was stolen or what stupid thing did I do now?

And then, what sort of giant clusterfark was it going to take to replace it? Searching hubcapsяus.com or a trip to Toyota where a grim-faced employee would explain that the stock hubcap for a 2001 Camry is now a collector’s item and better liquidate your 401k so we can get this process started.

Then I thought, why not just live without it. Who cares?

Except I do. I take good care of my things and every time I went out to my car and saw that it would make me mad.

Then I remembered that when I stopped at the dry cleaners earlier, I had taken that curb pretty hard. Maybe I should hop in the car and drive over there and see if my hubcap was sitting in the grass. I didn’t want to leave it until the next day.

Then I also remembered that driving home from exercise class I had heard a weird scraping noise. I figured it was a branch or something and did not investigate further.

“Bob! You have to help me find my hubcap.”

I found some flashlights. My husband, who was on his way to bed, went and put on his shoes. We walked toward the area where I’d heard the weird noise. Luckily it was on our street.

And there it was in the middle of the street waiting for me.

Finally, something went right.

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Living Off The Land

Here’s the results of yesterday’s project. I always make canning into a bigger deal than it is. It was somewhat labor intensive and made a lot of dirty dishes but it really isn’t that bad. I need to remember to start earlier because I end up bumping into dinner time.

I have enough apples left for one more pot of apple sauce that I won’t can. Then I’m going to be done with the apple tree. There are still apples out there but they get to be compost.

I thought I was so organized already doing Thanksgiving planning. Thanksgiving is already the weekend after next.

I’m sticking with traditional this year: turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie (from pumpkins I grew myself.)

No yam dish. No rolls. Maybe. I love the rolls but simpler to skip and no shortage of food with the above.

I want a green vegetable and I’m feeling a calling for spinach so I’m going to dig through my recipes and see if anything pops out at me. 

I’m also probably going to make a chocolate haupia pie because three people really need 2 pies.

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Garden is Finished

Yesterday afternoon the light in the backyard was amazing. In the time that it took to get my camera it disappeared. You can kind of see it at the top of the photo.

I haven’t managed to get out there for a couple of weeks and there was tons to do. I dug a bunch of trenches and raked zillions of apples and leaves into them. I picked up a giant box of the prettier looking apples and I’m about to get started on my applesauce project.

That black mark in the bottom corner is Toes. He was doing his business in my garden and than ran over to say hi when I came out.

I told him: You can’t crap in my yard and then expect me to act like friends.

This is the flower garden part that still needs a lot of cleaning up. There are still a few dahlias out there but mostly everything is shriveled up and ready for the bin.

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November Saturday

Remember my story about using a gift card and needing help to do a return? This was all the stuff it took to mail me a new gift card for the balance. Sometimes the presentation for gift cards blows my mind. I guess I can understand that there are high maintenance people that think handing off a simple gift card seems too pitiful. But to me it seems wasteful to have to have a box and a envelope and another envelope and padding and another envelope. That seems like trying too hard.

I watched a movie called Gone Baby Gone this week which I recommend. It’s a good movie anyway but it’s a complex story. I don’t want to be spoiler-y so I will be vague. It does a good job of creating questions about what is doing the right thing. Also, it’s good movie to study characterization. Everything is shown by the way people act and how they speak. I’m still thinking about it days later.

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Guess Who’s In Town?

I was downtown at Noon and saw flashing lights and heard drumming and I assumed it was another stupid protest.

Nope! It was Portland’s Christmas tree on its way to the Courthouse Square.

There was a band and a baton twirler and a few random vehicles and a guy dressed up like a pig. (Your guess is as good as mine.)

And look who else?

I know it’s blurry. That’s my specialty.

The internet tells me it’s a 75 foot Douglas Fir.

I had no idea there was a Christmas tree parade. I miss all this stuff because I hide in my office.

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The Office Next Door

For reasons not completely clear to me, the wall between my office and the office next door is paper thin. The wall between my office and co-worker’s office is more substantial.

Way back when we moved in here I commented on it because I can hear everything that goes on over there. I’ve never had to work in a cubicle. Perhaps it is analogous.

Fortunately, whoever was using that space was hardly ever there and it wasn’t a problem.

Earlier this year, those people moved out and the business adjacent on the other side expanded into the space.

I might have whined about it during the construction process. It was loud and dusty and inconvenient and no one even took 3 seconds to come over here to talk to us about it. At one point it was so loud that I couldn’t hear people on the telephone and when I complained I was assured that they were doing something something so that it when it was finished it would be more insulated.

As it turns out, this is not true.

So far, the office isn’t in full time use but at least once a week their receptionist goes in there to make phone calls. Her voice is loud and grating and she talks a lot. Oh my. I know everything about everything in her personal and professional life. She is guilty of massive overuse of the word, literally. Sometimes after she’d been in there awhile I have to leave my office because the sound of her talking makes me want to stick forks in my ears.

It occurred to me that I could politely mention how thin the walls are except it’s financial firm and most of them are total weenies and when I complained during construction everyone gave me stink eye and make it clear they didn’t care. If it gets worse I’ll move my computer to the reception desk.

Meanwhile, the photo. I have been an office worker since time immemorial and we’ve always had these floor mats. The mats come with a lifetime guarantee and I am here to tell you that they last about 5 years, max. The lifetime guarantee is genius because it comes in the form of a sticker on the floor mat and it’s impossible to peel off without destroying. “Just present this sticker and your original purchase receipt for a full refund.” HA! Every time we buy a new mat I try to figure out how to get our refund. It’s not even the money, it’s the challenge. This last time I managed to peel off the sticker in about 3 big pieces. Then I couldn’t find the receipt. I have every office supply purchase receipt in the history of this office, except that one.

Next time.

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Like a Chicken With Its Head Cut Off

OOPS. Looks like I never clicked publish yesterday.

Ladies Room

It’s only Day 7 and I’m already losing steam for NaBlo. Soon you’ll find posts about the snoring man on the bus and how I organize my socks.

So you know how everyone has their Internet pet peeves? For example, incorrect use of the word: literally.

I’m sure it will come to no surprise to my loyal readers that I have a million pet peeves. My pet peeves have pet peeves.

And I always resist the urge to write about them because pet peeves are sort of like dreams, it’s much more interesting to talk about your own than hear someone else’s.

Unless that person shares the pet peeve. Then it’s love.

I started to keep them on a piece of paper next to my desk so I wouldn’t be tempted to write about them. Then the paper became too full so now I have a spreadsheet. It has two columns. The column for lazy writing clichés has 35 items and the column for hated and overused expressions has 31 items.

Sometimes I have to sit on my hands to keep from writing about “just this one this one time because it is so irritating and I hate it so much.”

Another reason I can never write about them is that almost every person I know including myself has used at least one of them before and I don’t want anyone to think I’m picking on them.

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They Are All Doing It Wrong

Everyone is doing it wrong. I am overwhelmed by the number of people/entities I am dealing with right now that are doing it all wrong. I don’t understand how they could be in business and not have a clue how wrong they are doing it. I have jetted off numerous helpful notes intended to assist these people and entities in identifying their doing it wrongness. No doubt they are sorting through my nuggets of wisdom and quickly implementing fixes so that I can do more productive things with my time.

I don’t want to explain it all now because it will get me all worked up or else it would be inappropriate. But here are a few of the companies that I am schooling right now: Apple, Fred Meyer, Paypal, LexisNexis and [redacted].

When things start working better, you will have me to thank.

Meanwhile, I’ve been noticing lately that in movies and TV shows where a person gets bad news or a big shock and they often drop either a vase filled with flowers or a mug or sometimes a glass. Do people really drop things because of surprising news? Whenever you see a person carrying a giant vase you know bad news is on the way because it’s going to make a great slow motion shot when it crashes to the floor. When it’s a drink it’s usually either a cup of coffee or a glass of wine. You never see anyone drop a mug of root beer or a brandy snifter. Well sometimes the Mom has poured the kid a glass of milk. Dropping the glass of milk conveys oodles of dramatic information.

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The Juicer Experts

Leaf on the roof of the bus stop.

I’m starting a list of subjects that go volatile in online discussions.

Not the obvious things like politics, sports, MAC v PC, or XBox v Playstation.

A couple of weeks ago I stumbled upon a rager about juicers. Meaning a kitchen gadget that squishes up produce and turns it into liquid.

I think the thread had about 300 comments on it. I couldn’t believe how intense people were about juicers. When people are all frothy-mouthed and dogmatic it makes me want to burn their house down. See? Now nobody gets a juicer. I can’t imagine caring that much about what juicers total strangers are buying.

Go buy any juicer you want or don’t buy one at all. You have my blessing.

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