Wednesday, August 30, 2006


Seen on a tow truck.

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Saturday, August 26, 2006

About Last Night

I went to an awesome concert - John Mayer AND Sheryl Crow. Sent two different audio posts but they appear to be lost in space. I'm sure they'll magically appear after I post this instead.

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Friday, August 25, 2006

All I Wanna Do

this is an audio post - click to play

"... is have a little fun before I die."

Waiting On The World to Change

this is an audio post - click to play

"Me and all my friends
We're all misunderstood"

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Recipe for Relief

The drugs are working.

Daily phone calls before the Aricept® and Zoloft®? As many as twenty.
Daily phone calls since Aricept® and Zoloft®? Tonight, just one.

I'm writing this on my laptop. Screen still busted, so hooked up to external monitor. Discovered that the PCMCIA slot also seems to be kaput, so really no sense whatsoever trying to fix the screen. If I can't use the slot to go wireless, it's just not worth it. Plus I'm realizing that the laptop has an annoying habit of cursor jumping. I'll be typing along and suddenly the cursor is four lines behind and in the middle of a sentence. I'm not touching the touchpad, I swear.

I re-downloaded iTunes last night. I'm just going to use the laptop for music and photo files. At this point, I don't have a back-up of the 4,000+ songs on the iPod, so I need to download everything from the iPod to the laptop. Since I just got home, a project for another day. But it's in the works.

Slowly but surely. Steady wins the race. Insert your own trite expression here.

Had a whopper of a headache yesterday and today. It started yesterday, and I left work early (as much so I could get to the grocery store as anything, but my head was really pounding). I'd taken well over 2,000 mg of ibuprofen throughout the course of the day, so I finally concluded that I'd missed the cut-off and I had me a full blown migraine. Came home and took the Imitrex. Rich stroked my hair and soothed my brow for a full hour while I waited for relief. I love this man!

Woke up at 4:00 a.m. with a piercing, stabbing pain in my temple. Took 1,200 mg of ibuprofen and went to work. Followed it with 600 mg more at 8:00 a.m. Can't remember if I took more at noon or not, but by early afternoon I started feeling better. Really could have used a quiet night at home, but I had a volunteer board meeting at 6:30 and since I was feeling better, I went.

Rich is fishing again, so I don't expect him until 10:00 or later. And yes, folks, he really is fishing. I mocked and made fun of them last week, but they were indeed fishing. And probably drinking and smoking too, but that's okay. I am totally cool with his having a night out with the boys. My girl's night out is coming up next week. Stay tuned for stories, and, if you're lucky, photos!

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Sunday, August 20, 2006


In the past 30 days, my gmail account accumulated 1,033 pieces of spam. I'll have to check it every now and then to see how high it goes. For now, this is my personal best.

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On This Day In History

Okay, so I'm a few days late in reliving this moment. I can't believe it's been a year already.

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Saturday, August 19, 2006

Misfiring Synapse

Or is that synapses? Either way, mine seem to be malfunctioning. I know that I have had bursts of brilliant thoughts that I wanted to record here, but by the time I get to my keyboard ... nothing.

Chalk it up to being over 40. It's true - everything starts to go.

I'm sitting here in my underwear; Rich is across the room on his computer playing with the sound system for his guitar. No sun today; it's overcast and - hey, is that rain? Yes, it is raining. So the little hike we were trying to plan probably won't happen now. Who knows - I could end up spending all day inside just playing on the computer, organizing my files, printing out new recipes.

Maybe not such a bad day after all.

I hate to say it, but not saying it won't make it not true, so here goes.

The leaves are starting to change. This is the point where I should save as draft, get my camera, take a picture, come back and download, and then upload for you to see:

Changing Leaves

Bits of yellow on the beech trees, and I think there is some orange/red on the maple - check out the upper right corner of the photo. Summer is almost over.

Some people really like fall, but I'm not one of them. I don't hate it, but it's not my favorite season. I'm more of a spring/summer kind of girl.

So, while I'm at it, here are a few other photos of my temporary summer home:

The Back Yard Mountain Driveway Adirondack Wilderness Oh, Deer!

In the mean time, my brother called. He and his wife are up visiting her brother and sister-in-law (who live about a half hour south of me) and so now I have something to do on this rainy Saturday - we're going to meet them for lunch.

Maybe when I get back I'll spend more time updating my photos and/or organizing my iTunes - two projects I said I was going to work on while staying with Rich and neither one have I attempted.

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Thursday, August 17, 2006

From A to Z

Yesterday was a good day. Rich took his dad to the doctor and now he is covered from A (Aricept®) to Z (Zoloft®).


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Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Home Is Where The Heart Is

I am home alone.

Rich is out on the river "fishing" with a couple of his friends. I say "fishing" because I doubt any of them has a pole in the water. It's just their chance to get out on the water without the wives. It's okay - it gave me time to do a few things around here.

Like hang up his pants.
And fill the ice cube trays.
And clean the shower.
And make a cucumber salad.
And water the plants.
And talk to his dad on the phone (not too bad - four calls in the last two hours).

But it's all good. I'm really enjoying the cohabitation. It's going to be difficult to move back into my little house in September, because I really enjoy being here with Rich at the end of the day. The other night he told me that I made the house feel like a home.

All together now - "Aw! That's so sweet!"

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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Where's The Camera?

You know, I'm sure there are cameras in the building, I just don't know where they are. My access is limited to certain areas, and I gotta wonder - is there a camera on every locked door? I've looked around and I don't see them. But I know they must be there somewhere.

And I'm sure if they wanted to they could run files of every time I swipe my key card. They know what time I enter and what time I leave.

We're having a department meeting with the executive vice president later this week. Can't wait to see how that goes. And plans are already underway for the holiday party. You don't even want to know how much it's going to cost. But since I do know how much it will cost, you can bet that I'll be there!

I was really busy today. I reorganized the resume file and created an index. Yeah, that's about the extent of my accomplishments for the day. But I didn't misplace any confidential documents, so that's a good thing!

Made sure I went out for lunch (even though I had my lunch with me) and I ran into my friend Lorrie at the park. When I came back I had a message from Phil wondering if I wanted to meet him for lunch. Maybe Friday or Monday.

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Saturday, August 12, 2006


Today didn't start out so great. We didn't sleep well last night, so I was still a little groggy when Rich jumped out of bed to answer the phone at 7:30 a.m. I did get myself to the laundromat by 9:15 and less than two hours later I returned home with five loads of clean laundry.

Cleaned out the refrigerator, and then I signed onto the computer and got distracted. Caught up on some blog reading, and while reading Meaghan's blog I was reminded that I haven't checked my site stats in a while. Probably a good thing. But then I checked and I saw a referral from my college. Now, I don't think I've ever used the name here, and I am writing under a pseudonym, so maybe it was just coincidence. But no - whoever it is came via bloglines, so they must have meant to come here. Whoever you are, hello!

I get a lot of hits from Google searches. Folks don't stay very long, but the last few weeks GNC and Clinique Bonus Time have been popular items. By the way - Bon Ton for the Clinique Bonus, ladies (assuming there is a Bon Ton near you - do you live in upstate New York?)

Well, I still have to finish putting away the laundry and make the bed. Then it's off to a friend's house for an afternoon party/barbeque. Later!

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Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Monday, August 07, 2006

Family Fun

Despite showing my face in photos, and tempting your ears with an occasional audio post (I really should do another one soon), I've pretty much left a lot of personal details out of this blog. Even using a pseudonym, I feel naked and exposed.

Well, got ready for some pornographic material. I'm about to start divulging personal information.

Sort of.

Had a good time at the family reunion. It was largely a bust - just one aunt (and spouse), two uncles (and spouses), one grandmother and two distant cousins showed up. But my sister and brothers were there with their respective spouses, and there were four kids under the age of ten running around, so I got to play lots of catch with velcro mitts and balls. The bocce balls made an appearance but as soon as we saw them being used as weapons instead of toys (my cousin is going to grow up to be an ax murderer, we're almost certain) we put them away.

Stopped and saw my friend Michelle on the way to the reunion and on the way back as well. I won't go into details there, because that's her personal information, but suffice it to say that she is dealing with monumental work and family issues and somehow, she's still standing. I marvel at her. I'd be a freakin' basket case if I had her problems.

And now I'm back and since I'm living with Rich for the rest of the summer, his problems are now my problems. Do you know anything about dementia and Alzheimer's? Do you know how to deal with a parent who is delusional? Who calls you twenty times (I kid you not) in one day? Who can't remember that he's already called you? Or that you stopped by to check on him just a half hour ago?

Welcome to Rich's world.

I don't know how to help him. I've asked and he tells me that there is nothing I can do. I just listen. That's all I can do. I'm tempted to start a different blog charting and detailing all the symptoms - the repeated calls, the foul language (so disconcerting to hear an elderly man repeatedly use the word "fuck"), the outlandish stories and questions. But I don't think I can. Because he's not my father and it's just not my place.

And that's all I have to say about that.

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Wednesday, August 02, 2006


It's too hot and I'm too tired to come up with a clever title.

Busting my butt at work. Don't think they're going to fire my ass - if they were they would have already done so. Keeping my eye on the potential saboteur, and being ever vigilant. Going to family reunion this weekend. That will wipe me out physically and emotionally - hopefully in a good way.

The cohabitation is going great. Rich really loves having me around. Really, truly, he does. That's a nice feeling.

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Seen, appropriately enough, on a Saab.

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