For my dear friend jonesiexxx:


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In November I received a jury summons. I took my one free postponement and said that I'd be available the week of Feb. 28 (my quarter break) and they did indeed send another summons. Off I went to the Hall of Justice in downtown Rochester, in the dawn drizzle ( Read more... )

In July of 2009 I started to go to the gym three times a week. There was nothing amazing about this; I'd started to go to the gym three times a week many times. ("It's easy to quit smoking! I've done it dozens of times!") But this time was different, in that I kept going for seven months. I felt and saw a difference and I liked it. My back ( Read more... )

Mr. OddP and I dusted off our symphony duds tonight and sallied forth into the filth and froth of the 147th straight day of moar! snaow! to hear the Rochester Philharmonic Orchestra play Messiaen: Les Offrandes Oubliées (The Forgotten Offerings), Prokofiev: Violin Concerto No. 2, and good old Beethoven: Symphony No. 5. It was all wonderful, and ( Read more... )

OK, I blew it last weekend, and, like a diet, I decided "OK, I missed a day, let's go nuts and miss a whole lot of days!" But I'm back ( Read more... )

... and that is my excuse for not having taken down the Christmas decorations. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it ( Read more... )

I have training as a mediator. Specifically, much of it was divorce mediation training, but not all; certainly my certificate from Cornell's Industrial and Labor Relation's school in Alternative Dispute Resolution was not focused at all on divorce, but rather business and other kinds of mediation. I mediated a couple of divorces after I finished ( Read more... )

I quit going to the gym when I had my shoulder surgery last March. I kept meaning to go back, and I actually did go back for a while in the fall, but felt way too overcommitted time-wise and so stopped. But I'm back ( Read more... )

My daughters swear that I can go to the store for milk and come back with milk and a new best friend. They used to be in awe of my ability to strike up a conversation nearly anywhere with anyone. I think Mr. OddP still is a little... well, not awed exactly, but perhaps bemused by it. How do I know what to say ( Read more... )

We went to a sleep-over last night! I bought Mr. OddP new jammies for the occasion, and I washed my presentable ones, which was good because I ran into our host in the middle of the hall as I was heading for the bathroom to brush my teeth. Why, you might ask, this geriatric slumber party ( Read more... )