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Got up, got coffee, started to get online; 8:45am, doorbell rings– it’s the pushy, but competent, contractor whose phone message I hadn’t returned yet, who is stopping by the neighbor’s and thought he’d come by.

Go through email, complete lunch plans begun the day before, head out to lunch. New place to me, Temptations Indian/Asian Fusion, in downtown View. Great food, though some of it haunted me slightly afterwards. Next time, not so much stuff. My friend is stressed out, life is accelerating its pace for no sane reason, and connections between people and sanity are spread thin. The kind of agonizing jitterbug malaise that one solves by calling in dead (“bad fugu… paralysis setting in… will come back to work in a couple of days, if I don’t wake up in Haiti…”) and spending the day on a nice lake somewhere in a boat, fishing with a friend, some homebrew, and no hooks on one’s fishing line. Hugs, dude. Hang in there.

Poked at the Verizon store, which doesn’t sell any decent GSM phones (“we may have some online”), picked up my subscription at the comics store, more kitty chow at the pet store. Was going to go over to Coffee Society but it’s been irritating me lately. Different vibe, much cruftier snacks, etc. Ended up getting off 85S at Fremont (oh, crap, it’s rush hour, 4:16pm!), going up that to Foothill, taking Foothill to Stevens Creek.

At which point I said to myself, naah, I don’t feel like it. I wonder what’s up at this end of Stevens Creek, anyway. I never go. So I went up SC around a big park, the Sunnyvale Gun Club (who knew?), a big quarry, another park where I stopped and took some pictures of wildflowers, oak bark texture shots (nice deep grooved bark, moss, really wonderful), oak canopy shots, some pix of (wild?)flowers struggling to grow on the steep reservoir banks.

Kept going, came to intersection of Stevens Canyon Rd (which Stevens *Creek* Rd had changed into at some point) and Mt Eden Rd. The former plunged downward into a dark gully, so I took the latter. Climbing a mountain, yes we are. Bowhunters Unlimited Archery Range. As lolcat would say, “O, RLY?!” Stopped by, got some info from their message board, watched someone stringing a bow. More accurately, watched someone constructing a bowstring out of two pieces of plastic-based pseudo-sinew, and learned (mostly) how to make a Flemish Noose. Got a couple of pix of that. Asked a guy shooting a compound recurve crossbow about Kingdom archery, as he was wearing a t-shirt with a big crown emblem surrounded by a laurel leaf wreath. Turns out it wasn’t an SCA emblem, some designer thing. He had no clue what I was asking about, doh.

Continued on, up, and down, passing by Cooper-Garrod’s (home of excellent wine must n stable sweepings compost), down the other side to Pierce Rd and thence to De Anza Rd, where I got on 85 to Stevens Creek to Whole Foods, got the other kind of catfood and some human food and a COFFEE (mmmm!), Back on 85 to Sunnyvale, dropped off library books (renewed a couple), paid $5.25 in fines. Went to dinner nearby with a local dinner group.

After dinner, spent a couple of hours talking with a friendly acquaintance there who is going through some very rough times. Battered wife for a dozen years, now long-escaped and with grown kids– who are dumping on her for ‘screwing us up’ because she honored the abusive dad’s visitation rights. The kid who just announced he’s not talking to her anymore is heading out soon for his 2nd round Iraq deployment. She’s not sleeping, and her (idiot, hmo) doc yanked her down really fast from her last levels of SSRI.— 150 to 50 to zero!

Came home, did a slug/snail search with flashlight in the garden (lots, ew). Read my new comics (Castle Waiting, Girl Genius, last Elementals), then played with and brushed the cats. Boo is silly sink creature! Can jump up on bathroom counter, likes to pay.  Letting Mike drop off to sleep before me. Whew. Falling asleep as I type this. Me so tired.

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(Hassan…CHOP!!)

http://www.lifehack.org/articles/productivity/minimize-work-cut-your-work-week-in-half-in-6-steps.html

Some decent advice here. Some of it I’ve been implementing without codifying it, but it’s nice to see it in one place.

[Oh, and I know, first I sez, no more LJ, then I posts zillions… gotta get my new wordpress bloggie up, “My Summer Vacation” to hold all this stuff… any day now, yez, reely…]

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Like to read, don’t like to comment (too many clicks, too much work). Spend most time on email now, or just plain live in person. Thinking about consoliblagdation into one oneline thang that mirvs to many. Someday, when I care again.

Two days behind on email, two weeks behind on gardening (fixing that), two months behind on garden blogging (eentsy fix today). Laptop busted for, oh, I dunno, almost a month now? Do I care?

So much of the past year has been a blur of deadlines, Republicans, and meat. (Thank you, Zippy!) Bleakness. Desolation. Plastic forks. Friday I think I actually Got Out From Under.

I think I kinda forgot who I am when I’m not shoving me out of the way to try to do stuff to not let other folks down. Most of the past 12 months I’ve been either physically ill or so overcommitted that it was making me mentally ill or (you guessed it!) both.

Oh yeah, and I knew I wrote this for a reason, I’m trying to get meds-free except for the stuff that I can’t get rid of (eg, thyroid, and probably blood sugar). Which is turning out to be, um, interesting, and causing my user interface to be, um, more varied? than usual? Or maybe I’m just noticing that, and I’m really that random all the time? Dunno. I don’t enjoy that part. I do enjoy not getting mystery gusher nosebleeds anymore since getting off the Allegra, though. Even if I sniffle through the summer instead of smelling the flowers as much as I’d like.

I’m thinking I really need to do some travelling this summer. Should I visit you? If so, remind me where you live and how long you like housepests^H^H guests to stay, and what you want us to do when I get there. Super grandiose missions possible, ranging from ‘helping me to finally organize the basement’ to ‘getting stoned/drunk/whatever a lot and hanging out’ to ‘walking part of the Appalachian Trail for a few weeks’ to ‘starting an organic goat dairy’. Teach me something. Have me teach you something. Whatever.

Yes, this is the summer of Make Me an Adventure I Can’t Refuse. Operators aren’t standing by. They don’t even answer the phone half the time. Ha ha! You have to leave a message and even then they might not answer it! Wooooooo!!!!

I could make this friends-only but so many of my friends either don’t have accounts and just read, or they are random too. Eh. I’ll go back and privatize it in a few days or so. I’m a couple weeks behind (at least) so I figure most of the peeps are too.

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