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Work, landlording
Apr. 2nd, 2023 02:17 pmA more straightforward week. My hand got better pretty quickly and I got back to putting weight on it; my back was hurting but that has mostly been taken care of by the old "hang from a bar, let my butt and legs relax as much as possible, and feel like lightning bugs are having a rave in my spine for a while". Hypercube still seems to be getting better, just a cough here and there or a short (not long) coughing fit when the kitten causes too much exertion. She's halfway through her long course of antibiotics.
Work was still pretty intense, despite trying to back off. Monday and Tuesday were spent trying to satisfy stakeholders (appropriately named, as they felt like angry villagers waving stakes at me), and Weds night I gave a talk and got a big important signoff on a project direction. Good. I admitted that I wasn't going to meet my Friday deadline on a PRD, which eased things, and tried my new half-workout, half-work split on Friday. That worked okay. It'll work better once I understand my workout, but this week I'm flailing around in the first part of a new Perth-coach program and haven't figured out the exercises yet.
On Thursday we went to see a circus/drama/dance show, Shadows Cast, that the bug had won free tickets for. We met the squirrel family there, including visiting mama, and I wore the scarf she gave me (with an all-black outfit and red boots), and she liked that. No hanging out beyond the show, but seeing them was nice. The show itself was full of strobe lights and dramatically emotional backbending.
Friday we watched the Pamela Anderson documentary and I found it unsettling. I wanted this sweet, not overly analytical person to have a goddamn mentor. I admired her bravery in throwing open her diaries to the film crew and giving them permission to use everything. I laughed when she said she never understood why her breasts were so interesting -- me neither, but her friendship with Julian Assange is interesting. See also this Atlantic article... I think she is someone for whom middle/old age will be good.
This weekend I showed the cottage (future ADU) to a distant friend who is an ex-spouse of a close friend, and she loves it and wants to rent it out as soon as she legally can. So -- huh! That's possibly happening? If it works out, it'll be nice to provide housing to someone in our approximate community and not just randos. Still, the next step is to wait for the zoning board meeting with the town, and the earliest that can be is still weeks away. So despite Sunday's talking and messing with floor plan software, nothing can really happen for a while.
Like many, I'm relaxing some of my covid restrictions. Three years of constant vigilance is a lot for a human system to manage. I mask on the T, the gym and in stores without really thinking about it, but I'm tired of Cue testing every week and stopped sometime in March. I did my first casual "let's go out for a drink at a place" this weekend when there wasn't a really compelling reason to. And I've been largely not-masking at work, with the exception of the cafeteria. I guess acro classes and regular restaurant visits would be the final frontier of return to old-normalcy, so I haven't snapped all the way back, and our favorite every-Friday-night restaurant finally admitted it wouldn't reopen so, as usual, there is no real return.
Work was still pretty intense, despite trying to back off. Monday and Tuesday were spent trying to satisfy stakeholders (appropriately named, as they felt like angry villagers waving stakes at me), and Weds night I gave a talk and got a big important signoff on a project direction. Good. I admitted that I wasn't going to meet my Friday deadline on a PRD, which eased things, and tried my new half-workout, half-work split on Friday. That worked okay. It'll work better once I understand my workout, but this week I'm flailing around in the first part of a new Perth-coach program and haven't figured out the exercises yet.
On Thursday we went to see a circus/drama/dance show, Shadows Cast, that the bug had won free tickets for. We met the squirrel family there, including visiting mama, and I wore the scarf she gave me (with an all-black outfit and red boots), and she liked that. No hanging out beyond the show, but seeing them was nice. The show itself was full of strobe lights and dramatically emotional backbending.
Friday we watched the Pamela Anderson documentary and I found it unsettling. I wanted this sweet, not overly analytical person to have a goddamn mentor. I admired her bravery in throwing open her diaries to the film crew and giving them permission to use everything. I laughed when she said she never understood why her breasts were so interesting -- me neither, but her friendship with Julian Assange is interesting. See also this Atlantic article... I think she is someone for whom middle/old age will be good.
This weekend I showed the cottage (future ADU) to a distant friend who is an ex-spouse of a close friend, and she loves it and wants to rent it out as soon as she legally can. So -- huh! That's possibly happening? If it works out, it'll be nice to provide housing to someone in our approximate community and not just randos. Still, the next step is to wait for the zoning board meeting with the town, and the earliest that can be is still weeks away. So despite Sunday's talking and messing with floor plan software, nothing can really happen for a while.
Like many, I'm relaxing some of my covid restrictions. Three years of constant vigilance is a lot for a human system to manage. I mask on the T, the gym and in stores without really thinking about it, but I'm tired of Cue testing every week and stopped sometime in March. I did my first casual "let's go out for a drink at a place" this weekend when there wasn't a really compelling reason to. And I've been largely not-masking at work, with the exception of the cafeteria. I guess acro classes and regular restaurant visits would be the final frontier of return to old-normalcy, so I haven't snapped all the way back, and our favorite every-Friday-night restaurant finally admitted it wouldn't reopen so, as usual, there is no real return.
