Short Update

I really meant to blog again, but things have gotten crazy around here with preparing the house for sale. Turns out I kinda hate house projects -- especially those that involve paint. Things are looking pretty good so far, though, and I'm excited to see the final product. And then to sell it to someone else. And soon. I'll be terribly sad to leave my house but overwhelmed with glee to have the whole process done. Of course, once the house is done Dave and I will start planning the wedding. We've been engaged for just over a week now and I already feel like I'm behind.

On the Blog Again

Congrats to me on finishing a book that was not assigned for class. E. M. Forster's A Room With a View is quite good. Funny stuff. I recommend it. In other news, I'm putting my house on the market soon. So that's also a big deal.

On Why She Does Not Sweep

After a year and a half of living with Cassie, I finally understand:

"I don't even think about sweeping the floors because I've always had carpet. I used to vacuum all of the time, but I'm not used to hardwood floors. And you know, I don't even really like the hardwood."

Summer Blues

It still doesn't quite feel like summer. Mostly because I'm still feeling guilty at every turn for not getting this or that done. Today, the guilt over the messy house is at the forefront of my guilts. One of these days I swear I'm going to spend a sleepy day doing nothing and it will be the only thing I should be doing.

Expect More

All of the Isaac Mizrahi sunglasses at Target have a sticker that reads "Maximum UV Protection" while all of the other sunglasses in the store say either 99% or 100% protection. To me, saying maximum instead of 100% seems like a sneaky way of pretending to be 100% while being something slightly less.

I decided to check this reasoning with the sales clerk.

"Maximum is like, um, it's like somewhere in the middle. It means like 50%. Yeah. It's 50%."

Huh.

Not the answer I had expected, but enough for me to decide to put that pair back on the rack.

Elgar and Brahms

Dave was the house doc at the orchestra last night. No one needed his assistance, though. And this was a good thing, because after having an allergic reaction to an herbal cough drop, he was mildly covered with hives, his eyes were swollen to the point that both of his contacts had gotten stuck in the back of his eyelids, and he couldn't see a thing. I asked if he needed me to get the house doc, but he didn't think that was very funny.

PhDuh

When I signed up to speak at this conference Friday, I thought, "Hell. It'll get me to write that damned paper and what's the big deal anyway?" Why is it I can never really convince myself with statements like these? On the plus side, I have a very good reason to do some drinking Friday night.

Hands On

Part of Dave's new gig at work includes ordering parts for the hospital's simulation center. That means I catch glimpses of messages like these in his inbox from the rep at Limbs and Things:

"As far as the breast simulator goes, i was impressed with Kyoto's model"

and

"that testicular model looks good from here. do you have any experience with it?"

Apparently not all simulator's are the same, but with some proper research a discerning individual can select the right model.