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Saturday, November 16

I bought a mini-trampoline today. Say good-bye to the Sue-chub!
10:16 PM | permalink

It started in my feet. I got new shoes this weekend, and they aren't broken in yet. Now, when I am standing in my barefeet, it feels like I am not standing on the part of my bones I usually stand on. This morning, the strange feeling of dislocation spread. When I press my teeth together, it doesn't feel like my teeth are meeting each other where they ordinarily meet. When I am holding a pencil, it doesn't feel like the pencil is pressing where it's actually pressing, it feels like it's acutally about an eighth of an inch to the left. It's most bizarre. I did just a bit of yoga last night. Maybe my half-assed yoga only half adjusted my body. I'm off kilter. I did a more complete session of yoga when I got home from work today, the feeling is slowly subsiding, and I hope it never comes back. It's giving me the creeps.
6:47 PM | permalink

You remember Fred Rogers from Mister Roger's Neighborhood? You remember those sweaters he wore? His mother knitted all those sweaters for him. That is so cool. Maybe my next project, after Christmas, will be a Mr. Roger's sweater.
12:56 PM | permalink

Ben Already Made a Friend at his New Job

I know it seems gross, but I love this picture. Look at that cute little guy! He's just doing his thing, scouting for food, or a mate, down in the sewer. Paradoxically, it made me feel even better about Ben's job. When the position first opened, Ben didn't even want to apply for it. Wastewater? But everyone he works with is so great, and they were so excited about getting him from a seasonal job into a full-time job, he would have felt ungrateful if he hadn't at least tried for it. So, for the first time ever, he went into an interview absolutely calm. He didn't really care if he got it or not, so he was completely at ease, and honest. So, of course, he got the job; documenting the sewer lines of a suburb with a digital camera.


6:30 PM | permalink

So, it's happened. Ben and I are on opposite work schedules, for the time being. I am finagling a way to adjust my hours at my job, but for the next week or two, I'm working days and Ben's working evenings. I am lonely already. I rode the bus home and sat on the sofa reading recipe books. I made some quesadillas, including enough for Ben to eat tomorrow. Then I decided that wasn't enough for Ben to eat, so I fried up some tortilla chips.
I want to use the time to my advantage, but of course I am avoiding writing like the plague. My knitting projects are not interesting me. There is, well I don't know what the hell you'd call it, it's not a competition exactly, I'll call it a "web event" (god help me), wherein thousands of poor shlubs write a 50,000 word novel by midnight November 30. The very thought of it makes me sleepy. And ashamed of my own laziness.
7:49 PM | permalink

I heard an interview with Penn Gillet, the magician. He said his partner, Teller, defines "art" in this way:

"Whatever it is we do when we're done working."


8:00 PM | permalink