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Nov. 13th, 2009 08:16 amI'm always minorly stressed out when I have a vacation day from work. At least for a little while. It's tied in to feeling like I don't have enough to do and/or don't know how to fix some of the problems that come up. I worry even more that I'll look bad and get in trouble. But I don't let it get to me too much.
Preparations yesterday and last night went well and I'm just about ready to go to Windycon! I'm looking forward a wonderful birthday weekend.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
akreaveter kindly is watching the animals and the house while we're out, even though I flaked and didn't ask him until yesterday. I bought dog food, cat food, and kitty litter yesterday as soon as work was over. Animals are expensive! And dumb. Sabrina, the perpetually food-neurotic cat, got frustrated after trying to get my attention to put her up on the counter with the cat feeder a couple times. I found her trying to chew into the new cat food bag. Just minutes after getting it into the house. She really has some kind of food neurosis; she seems to always think that, at any moment, it may suddenly not be there.
I helpedposicat get his car up on ramps, and he fixed his electrical issue while I was working in the house getting stuff together. Then, he helped me out with jumping the Neon. Except it didn't need a jump; the negative battery cable was just loose. I am officially an idiot. (Posi was kind enough to say that he deals with idiots all day on the phone and that I, by virtue of listening to his suggestions and trying them out, am not an idiot. *grins*)
The golden leaves of the willow outside in the morning are so beautiful. I'm still getting up earlier; it was seven thirty today, so I'll take that as progress in my quest to become a morning person. And you know, I feel really good after going to be around nine o' clock a few nights in a row.
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I'm still getting New York pictures up. Here's one of what may be my favorite building in the city. An Art Deco skyscraper popularly known as the GE Building. (Not the one on Rockefeller Center; this is a different, older one.)
Look at this. The silver fist holding a jagged vertical bolt of power. The arms, over the classic GE symbol clock, reaching out to harness the power of electricity. This was built when technology companies made ostentatious statements, because technology equated to power, mystery, and magic. This is the statement this building makes to me. "We are GE. We own the lightning, and you will use it at our pleasure."
Preparations yesterday and last night went well and I'm just about ready to go to Windycon! I'm looking forward a wonderful birthday weekend.
akreaveter kindly is watching the animals and the house while we're out, even though I flaked and didn't ask him until yesterday. I bought dog food, cat food, and kitty litter yesterday as soon as work was over. Animals are expensive! And dumb. Sabrina, the perpetually food-neurotic cat, got frustrated after trying to get my attention to put her up on the counter with the cat feeder a couple times. I found her trying to chew into the new cat food bag. Just minutes after getting it into the house. She really has some kind of food neurosis; she seems to always think that, at any moment, it may suddenly not be there.I helped
posicat get his car up on ramps, and he fixed his electrical issue while I was working in the house getting stuff together. Then, he helped me out with jumping the Neon. Except it didn't need a jump; the negative battery cable was just loose. I am officially an idiot. (Posi was kind enough to say that he deals with idiots all day on the phone and that I, by virtue of listening to his suggestions and trying them out, am not an idiot. *grins*)The golden leaves of the willow outside in the morning are so beautiful. I'm still getting up earlier; it was seven thirty today, so I'll take that as progress in my quest to become a morning person. And you know, I feel really good after going to be around nine o' clock a few nights in a row.
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I'm still getting New York pictures up. Here's one of what may be my favorite building in the city. An Art Deco skyscraper popularly known as the GE Building. (Not the one on Rockefeller Center; this is a different, older one.)
Look at this. The silver fist holding a jagged vertical bolt of power. The arms, over the classic GE symbol clock, reaching out to harness the power of electricity. This was built when technology companies made ostentatious statements, because technology equated to power, mystery, and magic. This is the statement this building makes to me. "We are GE. We own the lightning, and you will use it at our pleasure."
