Back in the game
No point in even trying to bring you up to date on everything. If you have questions, ask.
Upon arriving home, I had to call my brother to come let me in dad's house. He had forgotten that I didn't have the key. He still hadn't agreed to let me have the cats back as yet and when we parted we were talking legal action. I could barely get in 4 hours sleep last night. The next morning he calls to say he's bringing the cats back. My brief flash is interrupted by an ugly thought. This whole thing came about because bro wanted Wolfie. If he pulled a switch, I would no longer have as many options. My brother and I may be the only people able to tell Wolfie and Amelia apart at this time. I was a nervous wreck the whole day. My fears, however, were unfounded. Wolfie and Shorty came back safe and sound and only mildly freaked. It's amazing how much of an effect it had on me. My faith in my brother, my family and humanity in general was restored. My life is as much of a wreck as it was before, but suddenly everything was ok. I am officially on the path of being the crazy old guy w. the cats.
Saturday I was originally planning to drive to NJ for shirleym's annual chocolate party. I was really looking forward to it. But in my 192 e-mails upon my return was an e-mail informing me of the birthday of the moderator of my primary book club (I'm polyliterate!) and the festivities were that Saturday. Since I felt it was important work on developing local friendships I chose to jump ship. This was a tactical error. The gathering was in a SouthEast (Capitol Hill) bar. Not the most conducive environment for good conversation (music loud, seating poorly placed). Not that many people there that I hadn't already met and nothing clicked. On the plus side, someone finally noticed I shaved. I was starting to feel invisible. For that I missed out on seeing some really special people I hadn't seen in ages. Ah well, water under the bridge.
Sunday I attended a lecture by a CPN member on her research in the Antarctic on human physiological adaptation to cold (it's a thyroid thing). Got to see Marley.
Monday morning I got dental work. My filling had fallen out some time ago. One month ago I went to the dentist and he pulled out the decay and filled in the shell w. medicinal putty. The hope is that we can save the tooth and that I can get away with a crown and not get a root canal. Monday it was much improved but it's still edgy. I got a temporary filling and will be going back in about 3 weeks to hopefully get a crown. Funny thing is, in the 48 hours since I've been aching more than I did from the initial visit. I must admit to some nervousness.
Monday night was go club of course. A bad night, 0-3 (one to John, 2 to Ray). Worse than that, every loss was by resignation. My opening and joseki were careless and poorly read. My perfect runs on previous nights do not balance it.
Today I had lunch w. skydiamonde at the Indian restaurant Minerva. Quite tasty. The spices aren't mellowed out for American tastes the way some others are. My chicken was uncomfortably hot. I liked it. Strange, it's like I'm a moderate masochist, but culinary rather than sexual.
One of my latest obsessions on the net has been 43 Things, which I've just started making proper use of to keep track of my goals in life. I'm trying to keep them all defineable and acheivable. We shall see.
Night all
Upon arriving home, I had to call my brother to come let me in dad's house. He had forgotten that I didn't have the key. He still hadn't agreed to let me have the cats back as yet and when we parted we were talking legal action. I could barely get in 4 hours sleep last night. The next morning he calls to say he's bringing the cats back. My brief flash is interrupted by an ugly thought. This whole thing came about because bro wanted Wolfie. If he pulled a switch, I would no longer have as many options. My brother and I may be the only people able to tell Wolfie and Amelia apart at this time. I was a nervous wreck the whole day. My fears, however, were unfounded. Wolfie and Shorty came back safe and sound and only mildly freaked. It's amazing how much of an effect it had on me. My faith in my brother, my family and humanity in general was restored. My life is as much of a wreck as it was before, but suddenly everything was ok. I am officially on the path of being the crazy old guy w. the cats.
Saturday I was originally planning to drive to NJ for shirleym's annual chocolate party. I was really looking forward to it. But in my 192 e-mails upon my return was an e-mail informing me of the birthday of the moderator of my primary book club (I'm polyliterate!) and the festivities were that Saturday. Since I felt it was important work on developing local friendships I chose to jump ship. This was a tactical error. The gathering was in a SouthEast (Capitol Hill) bar. Not the most conducive environment for good conversation (music loud, seating poorly placed). Not that many people there that I hadn't already met and nothing clicked. On the plus side, someone finally noticed I shaved. I was starting to feel invisible. For that I missed out on seeing some really special people I hadn't seen in ages. Ah well, water under the bridge.
Sunday I attended a lecture by a CPN member on her research in the Antarctic on human physiological adaptation to cold (it's a thyroid thing). Got to see Marley.
Monday morning I got dental work. My filling had fallen out some time ago. One month ago I went to the dentist and he pulled out the decay and filled in the shell w. medicinal putty. The hope is that we can save the tooth and that I can get away with a crown and not get a root canal. Monday it was much improved but it's still edgy. I got a temporary filling and will be going back in about 3 weeks to hopefully get a crown. Funny thing is, in the 48 hours since I've been aching more than I did from the initial visit. I must admit to some nervousness.
Monday night was go club of course. A bad night, 0-3 (one to John, 2 to Ray). Worse than that, every loss was by resignation. My opening and joseki were careless and poorly read. My perfect runs on previous nights do not balance it.
Today I had lunch w. skydiamonde at the Indian restaurant Minerva. Quite tasty. The spices aren't mellowed out for American tastes the way some others are. My chicken was uncomfortably hot. I liked it. Strange, it's like I'm a moderate masochist, but culinary rather than sexual.
One of my latest obsessions on the net has been 43 Things, which I've just started making proper use of to keep track of my goals in life. I'm trying to keep them all defineable and acheivable. We shall see.
Night all