Some pictures of the new pond. . .
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May8
Author Archives: Alison
May8
Various Stuff
I had all kinds of things I wanted to rant about, but I just don’t have it in me anymore. I was getting pissy about the Model School Nutrition Policy here in NJ, because the papers kept talking about “sugary snacks” not being allowed, which would do nothing to the vending machine selections, since sugar has all but been replaced by high fructose corn syrup. However, when I looked up the actual policy, it included hfcs. Burst my big self-righteous bubble. Sheesh.
I also wanted to rant about the federal funding being taken away from arms and armor for ground troops and re-routed (by some legislators whose home districts would benefit financially) to an unproven aircraft that wouldn’t be delivered until 2007 at the earliest. However, to rant properly, I’d have to look up the links to the legislation, the history of the aircraft, the Senators’ home pages, and the fields where hundreds of thousands of aircraft and ground craft sit, unused, paid for by you and me. And I just didn’t feel like searching for all that, so you’ll have to take my word, for now, that I have something valid to be pissy about.
There was something else, too, but it must not have made me that pissy, since I forget what it was. Oh, it was the “Buy American” thing again, but I’ll put that up by itself. No, it wasn’t that, it was something else. Darn it.
May1
Another Day. . .
Well, judging by the pain in my ear and neck, the whooshing is more likely an ear infection than anything related to Paxil. Add in the fact that I’m dropping things and tripping on things and bumping into things moreso than usual, and it’s pretty much a sure bet. Ah, but when to see the doctor? The van is in for service today, the repairman for the hot tub is coming tomorrow – sometime between 8 and 5 – and the pond guy is coming Wednesday to finish up and get final approval. By Thursday, am I going to be in too much pain to function? I suppose the thing is, actually, to call the doctor and find out if there are evening hours. *sigh*
The pond, however, looks great. I can hardly wait for it to warm up enough to sit out in the morning with coffee and newspaper, and hang with hubby there in the evening. Right now, it’s cold and windy. Any my ear hurts.
So, since it’s windy and cold, and I already spent plenty of time walking because Carolyn missed the bus and I have no car today, I decided to unpack some more fabric. This is how I know I’m dropping things and tripping on things and bumping into things moreso than usual. I’m going to have to do it in dribs and drabs, because it’s just so darned overwhelming. One box at a time. . .