They finished repairing my laptop and I picked it up Friday. The guy manning the counter said he didn't fix it so he didn't know what had gone wrong and how it was fixed and claimed the repair guy worked on so many machines that he probably didn't remember either. Annoyed, I paid up just to get it back, since it started up fine at the shop. When I started using it at home I saw that the anti-virus software wasn't enabled so I contacted AVG service for help. As she worked by remote my laptop turned itself off a few times and finally turned it off and refused to boot up again, the problem I brought it to the shop to fix. When I called the repair shop I got the repair guy on the phone this time and he said that AVG had been the problem to begin with! You know, the software I paid big bucks for. I told him how nobody told me anything and I certainly wouldn't have restored AVG and disabled my machine again if anyone had informed me of anything. So I brought back my computer that evening.
After two and a half days--it might have been ready on Saturday but they didn't contact me and had fewer hours, while Sunday they were closed--I went back for my computer. When I returned to my parking spot about 15 minutes later after picking up my laptop, my car was gone. Turns out that it was an illegal spot and my car was towed. The signs had been confusing, there had been other people parked there, and I saw people parked illegally all over the place, but my car was towed, leaving me stranded in an area of Queens I'm not really familiar with. A call to 311 information, some internetting, and my cellphone map function later, I found the nearest bus stop that would take me to the address of the impound lot. The impound lot was quite a distance from the nearest bus stop too. So I did a lot of walking in the humid heat while carrying a seven-pound computer in a shoulder bag, and I'm dead.
The fee for the tow to get it released to me was $189. There's an additional parking ticket for $60. I'm sure the NYPD doesn't care that I had a parking meter slip in the window to suggest I thought it was a legal spot and I'm sure everyone who gets ticketed in Flushing cites the confusing signage and the police don't care. If not for San San Computer's negligence I wouldn't have even been in the area today!
It's more surprise! bills recently requiring money I don't actually have. I'm so tired of life kicking me in the face and bank account these days, and I'm currently physically tired and hurting badly.
I am currently going through a rough breakup from a 3 years relationship with a man that I loved and completely devoted my life to.
On my first weekend outing as the “third wheel” with my group of couples friends.. this was left in my hotel room by my housekeeper.
She has no idea what how much of an impact she just made on me. She has giving me more strength to get through this.
acdholmesfest is also currently posting! (I am failing at catching up, but I hope to.)
Innumerable Stars is live! Everything Tolkien-- I got a lovely bit of Aragorn&Elrond! Some other gems: This one on Cirdan, this one on Boromir's arrival in Rivendell.
And finally! If a Thranduil ship exists, I'm pretty sure Evandar can convince me of it. XD Gorgeous Legolas/Thranduil h/c (also on AO3). Sensory detail and touch and breath. ♥
1) Personalisation is a really important public health tool — it’s a good idea for those of us with breasts to check them regularly for lumps, and my talking about finding a lump will make many of you, the people who care about and relate to me, more likely to do so.
2) I think there’s a lot that’s scary and unknown about finding a lump, and I’d like to do a tiny bit to reduce that — I can’t make it not scary and not unknown, but I can tell you about my non-scary experience, and give you (especially those of you in the UK health system) an idea about what to expect from the process.
3) When I was thinking about writing something about this, I realised that when I speak/write publicly about my own health, it’s often (always?) with the aim of tackling stigma. So for me, it’s an interesting exercise to write about something that isn’t at all stigmatised, and I’m interested to see what I learn through doing so.
I also want to emphasise that not only is everything totally fine, not at all cancer-y, but also I’m fine. This can be a very difficult experience for people who have the exact same outcome as me, but for me, not so much.
All of which leads us to:
( Cut for not-cancer )
Two days ago Joe and I got on a plane and flew to New York City for a little bite of the Big Apple
He had work and me too, but we still had the time to make the most of it. We went to the park, and the Met, and the Guggenheim. (I have no idea why those pictures are blurry, they aren’t before I upload them but I don’t have time to figure it out.)
I knit all of those places because I’m me. Nobody minded. As a matter of fact I wasn’t even the only knitter at the Met wandering around with a sock in hand. (I think it was a sock.)
4. They were on their way to Rhinebeck, which I am not.
5. I know. I’m bummed about it too, but this year I had a conflict, and I’ll be at Knit East. It will be the first time in more than a decade that I won’t be with my usual crew, but duty calls, and Knit East is awesome, and there will be a whole bunch of amazing knitters there too. Life is long. Next year will be Rhinebeck, with my wool as my witness.
6. The only problem remains that I usually buy a years worth of soap there, so I’m going to need a solution. (Makes note to self, arranging cross-border soap mule.)
I’m on my way home now, with a quick turnaround to St. John in the morning. I’m literally putting down one suitcase, sleeping, and picking up one I pre-packed before I left.
I almost went to a yarn store in NYC, but it was closed for a class. (One knitting teacher to another – I’d never interrupt your class. Not for anything.)
I ate at Dirt Candy. It was amazing. I had a tiny grilled pea taco. (And a lot of other stuff too.)
(Finishing up a few remaining posts before we start our next trip.)
On my first visit to Japan, with a friend, we had the best meal of the trip and the worst meal of the trip within 24 hours of each other. We'd gone to Koya-san, the temple complex, and stayed in a temple for two nights and
I managed to post some things to weissvsaiyuki and now today to AO3 but don't have the ability to post HTML files to my personal website in my current circumstances. You can see those fics on the DW community above or at AO3 as
“Farce,” a post-canon, PG-13, Weiß Kreuz Crawford and Schuldig fic
“Off the Chain,” a PG-13, gen, Saiyuki fic mostly featuring Gojyo and Sanzo
I got my MRI and MRA tests results back and, as usual, they say I'm no more messed up than the last time I did them, which means my neurologist has no idea why my pain, odd sensations, and feelings of weakness have been worse in the last few weeks so he doesn't know how to treat them. Next verse, just like the first.
Socktober is still a thing over here. I had a brief dalliance with the beginnings of a shawl at Knit City, but it didn’t quite take hold, though it might have stood a chance but for Megan. My mum loved clothes shopping and did heaps of it for all of us, so I was trying to be a good grandmother, and asked her what Elliot needed. She answered that he could use a sleeper or two, and that she likes the ones with feet. I went shopping, and had trouble finding footed ones that would fit him. (Being of average weight for his age but of a rather diminutive stature, our wee lad is a bit of a square.) I bought the one footed one I could find, and two that didn’t have feet, and forked them over to Meg. When I did, she mentioned that the reason she likes the footed ones is because his little feet get so cold at night and then she said maybe he needed more booties or socks or something like that and I felt a feeling that must be exactly like the way sharks feel when they pour the buckets of chum in the water.
I went the knitter equivalent of bananas. It was all I could think of. Babies are enough to set me off, but the thought of a cold baby who could only be saved by knitting? Lunatic. I was a lunatic with wool. My grandson had cold feet and I was unstoppable. Hours later:
One pair with ribbed cuffs and a stockinette foot, and another pair where I kept the ribbing going on the top of the sock, and gave way to stockinette on only the bottom. (No pattern, though you can find lots on Ravelry if you look – wait, I did it for you. These ones by Kate Atherley look perfect.) The good news is that not only are his feet warm, they fit just fine:
Maybe a little big, but he’s growing fast, and they are apparently delicious.
The green ones especially.
(Resurrecting a post that’s been sitting in the Drafts folder for almost 2 years now, and testing a new crossposting plugin at the same time.)
We are not social people. Well, okay, we’re selectively social. We have our groups of friends that we see now and then, but we don’t generally seek out new acquaintances. This will become important in a bit.
But we do like to cook. When looking for things to do on this trip, Stephanie found this cooking class that covers several Japanese dishes, and includes a main dish of actual Kobe beef. We figured, “Sounds cool!” and signed up.
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