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Apr. 7th, 2016 02:01 pmI seem to have lost my new Revlon polish. I... don't know where it could be and now I'm worried that when I was in the throes of my back pain, I accidentally threw that bag out. I really hope not, though. :/
Slow work on the MH blather. It would look/flow better with pictures, but I'm not really sure I'm up to sitting still long enough to even do the most basic of edits required. Then again, it's not like there's a time limit on this, I suppose. If the Abbey one weren't on the laptop, I'd just start there and go back and edit things in. Which I might still do, if I can get comfy enough upstairs with the laptop.
Not super looking forward to work tonight since it's truck night. Hopefully the back will be better OR that the shift lead will cut me some slack if need be.
In a bit of a follow up to the whole feeling like a jackass at work thing, she made a comment Monday night about how they'd moved everything to the other side and she was genuinely confused since the list had said the non-traffic side. So either she's confused about which side is non-traffic (lord knows I don't know) or the list was wrong. I feel better in any case, though I'm not sure I could explain why.
While being a general lump these past couple of days, I needed something totally fluffy to read, so I've been working on the early BSC books that I haven't re-read a ton in recent years. I started with Goodbye, Stacey, Goodbye because the snark comm was working on #18 and my bookcase is set up so I can't get to that one but I wanted some Stacey goodness. It was also the easiest one to pluck off the shelf.
Followed that with Hello, Mallory and basically just wallowed in the best friend feels. This series DEFINITELY made younger me desperately want a best friend, or at least didn't help that desire. I'm 99% sure that most of my early journal entries involve me bemoaning my lack of a true best friend and I wonder how much of that is tied to say, Mal going on and on about finally getting a best friend in the form of Jessi.
Best friends, you see, were and are serious business. I don't think I ever expressed that opinion to anyone I was vetting for best friend status at the time, but it was still a very, very big deal to me. It didn't help that my neighborhood was basically rich old people with the occasional rich grandchild visiting/living there for a bit. We were most decidedly not rich, btw. But this meant that neighborhood friends didn't really exist until Hugo when I met Kate, and she was pretty much my ONLY option and she was still a year younger than I was, and two years behind in school. She was kind of awful to me but I put up with it because my options were limited and when she wasn't, well... we had fun.
And I've been thinking about that as spring inches closer. For a few days there it was really, really hot and it was more summer and that always makes me think of Kate, since we basically spent most of our summers together after awhile. And we spent most of that time out at the lake, looking for ducklings, crabbing, running through people's backyards (the ones that circled the lake), or pretending to be horses. It's a shame the lake wasn't one you could swim in because that probably would have been awesome, but you could sit on the dock and put your feet in to cool off.
Which is how my brain wanders off when I re-read Hello, Mallory. She's just so excited about having a potential best friend and she's busy writing their future, but she's also down to earth enough to realize that maybe she's jumping the gun... but she does the right thing and is basically awesome and yeah.
Last night was The Ghost at Dawn's House because it was supposed to storm, but nooooo. Don't promise me storms and then don't deliver, dangit. Oh, and also Boy Crazy Stacey. Man, I'd forgotten how awful Stace was in that book.
And now the yard people are back. Because of course they are. Oi.
Slow work on the MH blather. It would look/flow better with pictures, but I'm not really sure I'm up to sitting still long enough to even do the most basic of edits required. Then again, it's not like there's a time limit on this, I suppose. If the Abbey one weren't on the laptop, I'd just start there and go back and edit things in. Which I might still do, if I can get comfy enough upstairs with the laptop.
Not super looking forward to work tonight since it's truck night. Hopefully the back will be better OR that the shift lead will cut me some slack if need be.
In a bit of a follow up to the whole feeling like a jackass at work thing, she made a comment Monday night about how they'd moved everything to the other side and she was genuinely confused since the list had said the non-traffic side. So either she's confused about which side is non-traffic (lord knows I don't know) or the list was wrong. I feel better in any case, though I'm not sure I could explain why.
While being a general lump these past couple of days, I needed something totally fluffy to read, so I've been working on the early BSC books that I haven't re-read a ton in recent years. I started with Goodbye, Stacey, Goodbye because the snark comm was working on #18 and my bookcase is set up so I can't get to that one but I wanted some Stacey goodness. It was also the easiest one to pluck off the shelf.
Followed that with Hello, Mallory and basically just wallowed in the best friend feels. This series DEFINITELY made younger me desperately want a best friend, or at least didn't help that desire. I'm 99% sure that most of my early journal entries involve me bemoaning my lack of a true best friend and I wonder how much of that is tied to say, Mal going on and on about finally getting a best friend in the form of Jessi.
Best friends, you see, were and are serious business. I don't think I ever expressed that opinion to anyone I was vetting for best friend status at the time, but it was still a very, very big deal to me. It didn't help that my neighborhood was basically rich old people with the occasional rich grandchild visiting/living there for a bit. We were most decidedly not rich, btw. But this meant that neighborhood friends didn't really exist until Hugo when I met Kate, and she was pretty much my ONLY option and she was still a year younger than I was, and two years behind in school. She was kind of awful to me but I put up with it because my options were limited and when she wasn't, well... we had fun.
And I've been thinking about that as spring inches closer. For a few days there it was really, really hot and it was more summer and that always makes me think of Kate, since we basically spent most of our summers together after awhile. And we spent most of that time out at the lake, looking for ducklings, crabbing, running through people's backyards (the ones that circled the lake), or pretending to be horses. It's a shame the lake wasn't one you could swim in because that probably would have been awesome, but you could sit on the dock and put your feet in to cool off.
Which is how my brain wanders off when I re-read Hello, Mallory. She's just so excited about having a potential best friend and she's busy writing their future, but she's also down to earth enough to realize that maybe she's jumping the gun... but she does the right thing and is basically awesome and yeah.
Last night was The Ghost at Dawn's House because it was supposed to storm, but nooooo. Don't promise me storms and then don't deliver, dangit. Oh, and also Boy Crazy Stacey. Man, I'd forgotten how awful Stace was in that book.
And now the yard people are back. Because of course they are. Oi.