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Very confusing dream last night, thankfully interrupted by the alarm; I was attending Mass in what I now recognize as the "new" chapel at Bolling, but the middle brother I never had was behind the altar as one of the servers, lying his ass off about my ineptitude as a server, when we all knew I'd never been one thanks to failure to learn Church Latin in 3rd grade and being too proud to try again when they got rid of that requirement...anyway, Carlos was nowhere to be seen and young James was looking very confused even before everyone stripped naked for the Sign of Peace.
Back from Vegas
Mar. 14th, 2024 10:21 pmThe drive to Las Vegas was uneventful; I stopped in Beatty for fluids and snacks, and found they had several flavors of Reed's for sale. I got the cinnamon in memory of Dad's struggle to quit smoking, especially since I had dreamed about him a few nights ago*. Got to the Cannery, checked in, went back out to China A Go Go for dinner and Sonic for fluids & the chocolate covered strawberry shake, ate dinner and promptly fell asleep after setting up the nose hose. Woke up around 0400 for about an hour, went back to sleep until 0930. Shaved, got dressed, checked out, got receipts for my last couple of stays (unfortunately they only reflect resort fees and tax since I reserved the rooms through Priceline) and headed off to Maverik for fuel via Dunkin, where I got a lot of protein with my doughnut and coffee. After fueling up the Kia, I went to the VA and hung around for an hour splitting my attention between X and Blade, which was showing on the Podiatry waiting area's TV, before I got my claws and calluses dealt with.
I think I finally straightened out the travel pay issue. Apparently they still had my home address as USVets, which I corrected, and turned in my reimbursement forms for my last two appointments. After that I hit the road for Sonic for more fluids, because I was horribly thirsty, and then went to the Walmart on Decatur for a temporary keyboard, bottle brush, and large lid for the tea jars. From there I barreled up 95 to Beatty, where I stopped for more fluids and a cookie. These having been purchased (and the bathroom used) it was back on the road; finally got home around 1930 and once I had the new keyboard plugged in spent about an hour dealing with various returns before doing a short link post. The new Onn keyboard is laid out a little oddly, but it'll do until I pick up the new Logitech tomorrow at the post office along with the electric kettle and drugs.
Needless to say, the heat still hasn't been fixed. Going to call the Rural Housing Authority in the morning, because this is ridiculous.
*We were both in Air Force uniforms, but I was wearing the old-fashioned cadet S/Sgt stripes on my sleeves, without the CAP nameplate & ribbons.
I think I finally straightened out the travel pay issue. Apparently they still had my home address as USVets, which I corrected, and turned in my reimbursement forms for my last two appointments. After that I hit the road for Sonic for more fluids, because I was horribly thirsty, and then went to the Walmart on Decatur for a temporary keyboard, bottle brush, and large lid for the tea jars. From there I barreled up 95 to Beatty, where I stopped for more fluids and a cookie. These having been purchased (and the bathroom used) it was back on the road; finally got home around 1930 and once I had the new keyboard plugged in spent about an hour dealing with various returns before doing a short link post. The new Onn keyboard is laid out a little oddly, but it'll do until I pick up the new Logitech tomorrow at the post office along with the electric kettle and drugs.
Needless to say, the heat still hasn't been fixed. Going to call the Rural Housing Authority in the morning, because this is ridiculous.
*We were both in Air Force uniforms, but I was wearing the old-fashioned cadet S/Sgt stripes on my sleeves, without the CAP nameplate & ribbons.
a disgustingly early start to Friday
Jan. 6th, 2023 07:17 pmWeight went down, as did BP and BG. Only about six more pounds to lose before I'm back under 390.
Woke up at 0630 after a really weird dream involving Mrs. Taylor's funeral (which I did not attend IRL), Bolling AFB as it was in the 1970s, and an idiot with explosives. The 0800 class was okay; basically we are pushing harder to help small businesses and have some cool services to offer thanks to a tighter integration of the line offices and Block Advisors. Managed to finish a light breakfast of falx muffin and coffee before class, and stayed up for a couple of hours doing various stuff (including a check of the work mailbox, Appointment Manager, and Work Center) before going back to bed for a couple of hours.
Reheated the last of the split pea soup and some ham for late lunch/early dinner, knocked out the Friday night blogging, won Civ with the North Sea Alliance, and am now in a game as the Pan-Asian Coalition, which makes me a little uneasy since I remember the PAL from Invasion America.
I went through a lot of green tea over the last couple of days, so I think I'll pop over to Raley's, do some Ingress, and clean out my PO box.
Woke up at 0630 after a really weird dream involving Mrs. Taylor's funeral (which I did not attend IRL), Bolling AFB as it was in the 1970s, and an idiot with explosives. The 0800 class was okay; basically we are pushing harder to help small businesses and have some cool services to offer thanks to a tighter integration of the line offices and Block Advisors. Managed to finish a light breakfast of falx muffin and coffee before class, and stayed up for a couple of hours doing various stuff (including a check of the work mailbox, Appointment Manager, and Work Center) before going back to bed for a couple of hours.
Reheated the last of the split pea soup and some ham for late lunch/early dinner, knocked out the Friday night blogging, won Civ with the North Sea Alliance, and am now in a game as the Pan-Asian Coalition, which makes me a little uneasy since I remember the PAL from Invasion America.
I went through a lot of green tea over the last couple of days, so I think I'll pop over to Raley's, do some Ingress, and clean out my PO box.
Well, that was weird
Dec. 8th, 2022 09:18 amGot out of Tonopah slightly before noon, drove straight through to the Cannery with just one stop in Amargosa Valley (where the rest stop was closed) for a bathroom break and a really awful turkey pita. Thought I might make it into town early enough to hit the German Bakery, but no; even with the lack of road destruction and stops I didn't make it into town until after 1530, and since they close at 1600 I decided to just head for the hotel.
I was 15 minutes early but they checked me in anyway, so I dropped off my stuff, went over to Sam's Club for sushi, then to Sonic for fluids and broccoli cheese tots. That was a mistake; all that rice after the long drive knocked me out and I was in bed by 2000.
Woke up at 0400 thanks to a nightmare involving the ex, James, Kale, and the late Rush Limbaugh, who I never actually met IRL. Anyhow, James and I were doing dinner in a restaurant connected to an oyster bar where herself was raising quite the ruckus about something (I wasn't clear what) while running up a sizable bill for oysters and booze. (NB: I have never actually seen the ex drunk in any way, shape, or form. Weird.) Anyway, when I went over to see what all the fuss was, El Rushbo presented me with her tab and gave me some rather earthy advice on what to do with her when we got home.
I drank what was left of the Sonic fluids, perused Reddit, and went back to sleep until the alarm went off at 0800. Morning BG is on the high side of nominal but okay. Knocked out the makeup blog for yesterday so all I have to do when I get home is the normal daily blog.
Think I'll shower, shave, get breakfast here instead of trying to deal with the Cracker Barrel, and then head across town to the bakery (and maybe the World Market if the bakery doesn't do lebkuchen) before coming back to the VA for my afternoon appointment.
I was 15 minutes early but they checked me in anyway, so I dropped off my stuff, went over to Sam's Club for sushi, then to Sonic for fluids and broccoli cheese tots. That was a mistake; all that rice after the long drive knocked me out and I was in bed by 2000.
Woke up at 0400 thanks to a nightmare involving the ex, James, Kale, and the late Rush Limbaugh, who I never actually met IRL. Anyhow, James and I were doing dinner in a restaurant connected to an oyster bar where herself was raising quite the ruckus about something (I wasn't clear what) while running up a sizable bill for oysters and booze. (NB: I have never actually seen the ex drunk in any way, shape, or form. Weird.) Anyway, when I went over to see what all the fuss was, El Rushbo presented me with her tab and gave me some rather earthy advice on what to do with her when we got home.
I drank what was left of the Sonic fluids, perused Reddit, and went back to sleep until the alarm went off at 0800. Morning BG is on the high side of nominal but okay. Knocked out the makeup blog for yesterday so all I have to do when I get home is the normal daily blog.
Think I'll shower, shave, get breakfast here instead of trying to deal with the Cracker Barrel, and then head across town to the bakery (and maybe the World Market if the bakery doesn't do lebkuchen) before coming back to the VA for my afternoon appointment.
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Between auctions, dreams and meetings
Feb. 6th, 2005 02:24 pmI should be really grinding on the eBay, since this month is going to be financially snug to excess, but there's stuff I want to get down in the LJ before I forget it...like this dream from last night.
It was one of those dreams where your dream self is well aware that the stuff going on can't possibly be happening, but this awareness doesn't disrupt the flow of events in the least...anyhow, I was at a spa or corporate retreat center with the rest of my department from the Evil Banking Neighbor, and we were all in the swimming pool. Pool was chest-deep, deep enough to float or stand up in. We had all been handed the latest issue of the EBN's internal magazine, which featured a story on stress reduction seminars led by a Japanese photographer and his model, and the accompanying photo essay was nothing you would ever find in the corporate mag - nude photos of the photographer and his model that were erotic and strangely hieratic at the same time. So here we are, chest deep in this pool, and the seminar leader comes out and starts talking to us. His model comes over and proceeds to give me a massage, and I'm thinking, "This can't be happening. I'm floating in the water and she's exerting pressure on my muscles, so I should be sinking. But I'm not." The massage relaxed me to the point where I fell asleep. Weird.
Back in the real world, the Anime Detour meeting went fairly quickly. We've agreed to send out the progress report this coming week, and push back the pre-registration deadline to February 18. We have progress on all fronts, and the volunteer meeting is today at 1600, so things are rolling. I feel very good about the way things are going, so we're probably headed for a disaster of Biblical proportions, kayn eyn horeh!
It was one of those dreams where your dream self is well aware that the stuff going on can't possibly be happening, but this awareness doesn't disrupt the flow of events in the least...anyhow, I was at a spa or corporate retreat center with the rest of my department from the Evil Banking Neighbor, and we were all in the swimming pool. Pool was chest-deep, deep enough to float or stand up in. We had all been handed the latest issue of the EBN's internal magazine, which featured a story on stress reduction seminars led by a Japanese photographer and his model, and the accompanying photo essay was nothing you would ever find in the corporate mag - nude photos of the photographer and his model that were erotic and strangely hieratic at the same time. So here we are, chest deep in this pool, and the seminar leader comes out and starts talking to us. His model comes over and proceeds to give me a massage, and I'm thinking, "This can't be happening. I'm floating in the water and she's exerting pressure on my muscles, so I should be sinking. But I'm not." The massage relaxed me to the point where I fell asleep. Weird.
Back in the real world, the Anime Detour meeting went fairly quickly. We've agreed to send out the progress report this coming week, and push back the pre-registration deadline to February 18. We have progress on all fronts, and the volunteer meeting is today at 1600, so things are rolling. I feel very good about the way things are going, so we're probably headed for a disaster of Biblical proportions, kayn eyn horeh!
Between auctions, dreams and meetings
Feb. 6th, 2005 02:24 pmI should be really grinding on the eBay, since this month is going to be financially snug to excess, but there's stuff I want to get down in the LJ before I forget it...like this dream from last night.
It was one of those dreams where your dream self is well aware that the stuff going on can't possibly be happening, but this awareness doesn't disrupt the flow of events in the least...anyhow, I was at a spa or corporate retreat center with the rest of my department from the Evil Banking Neighbor, and we were all in the swimming pool. Pool was chest-deep, deep enough to float or stand up in. We had all been handed the latest issue of the EBN's internal magazine, which featured a story on stress reduction seminars led by a Japanese photographer and his model, and the accompanying photo essay was nothing you would ever find in the corporate mag - nude photos of the photographer and his model that were erotic and strangely hieratic at the same time. So here we are, chest deep in this pool, and the seminar leader comes out and starts talking to us. His model comes over and proceeds to give me a massage, and I'm thinking, "This can't be happening. I'm floating in the water and she's exerting pressure on my muscles, so I should be sinking. But I'm not." The massage relaxed me to the point where I fell asleep. Weird.
Back in the real world, the Anime Detour meeting went fairly quickly. We've agreed to send out the progress report this coming week, and push back the pre-registration deadline to February 18. We have progress on all fronts, and the volunteer meeting is today at 1600, so things are rolling. I feel very good about the way things are going, so we're probably headed for a disaster of Biblical proportions, kayn eyn horeh!
It was one of those dreams where your dream self is well aware that the stuff going on can't possibly be happening, but this awareness doesn't disrupt the flow of events in the least...anyhow, I was at a spa or corporate retreat center with the rest of my department from the Evil Banking Neighbor, and we were all in the swimming pool. Pool was chest-deep, deep enough to float or stand up in. We had all been handed the latest issue of the EBN's internal magazine, which featured a story on stress reduction seminars led by a Japanese photographer and his model, and the accompanying photo essay was nothing you would ever find in the corporate mag - nude photos of the photographer and his model that were erotic and strangely hieratic at the same time. So here we are, chest deep in this pool, and the seminar leader comes out and starts talking to us. His model comes over and proceeds to give me a massage, and I'm thinking, "This can't be happening. I'm floating in the water and she's exerting pressure on my muscles, so I should be sinking. But I'm not." The massage relaxed me to the point where I fell asleep. Weird.
Back in the real world, the Anime Detour meeting went fairly quickly. We've agreed to send out the progress report this coming week, and push back the pre-registration deadline to February 18. We have progress on all fronts, and the volunteer meeting is today at 1600, so things are rolling. I feel very good about the way things are going, so we're probably headed for a disaster of Biblical proportions, kayn eyn horeh!
