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I could get used to this... mostly...
May. 4th, 2008 09:36 pmI slept in again, today, which felt pretty good except for the part where I realized that about half the day was gone by the time I wiped the sleep from my eyes.
Today was Drew's 29th birthday, which flings my mind back to the craziness behind finding a taxicab on Northern Boulevard and 84th Street at 3 in the morning when Galina told me it was time to go to the hospital (I seem to recall I was still getting dressed as I waved my tee shirt to flag down a hackie, who stopped and waited for me to bring Galina downstairs).
The elation of new fatherhood was followed by a mind-numbing vigil at St. Vincent's, in Manhattan, waiting for the ambulance carrying Drew to show up from the New York Infirmary, followed by the stark reality of scrubbing and donning a gown and mask at the neonatal intensive care unit before I could see the little tyke up close.
And to think he's got a family of his own, now...
Galina insisted I go with her to finalize our choice for the kitchen countertops, so I did. Our contact was not there, however, so all we did was note down the particulars of the type of countertop we wanted, first and second choice, and got out of there.
On the way home, we stopped at Ikea, where I noted that their display of kitchen faucets would have a lot more... authority if the hardware were installed as if it was actually in service, because otherwise, set in place loosely the way they are, the faucets do feel a bit on the lightweight side. I'm really not in the mood to shell out $500 for a faucet, but I will if the service I get out of the more expensive unit eliminates some of the annoyances I've had with less expensive faucets.
Galina seems intent on slowly parting me from stuff that I use for work, which she has no use for. Our current plan calls for us to pull stakes and head for Colorado after my gig in Houston, by which time this place is going to have to be ready to accommodate renters for the summer, which means I'll only be able to take a subset of my dictionaries, etc. to Colorado, and will have to put the rest in storage in the basement.
This does not make me a happy camper, but expanding on this theme will have to wait. What I've got to concentrate on is figuring out how to compactly get the Bare Minimum™ ready to go.
The possibility of another Baikonur campaign has caused me to shift emphasis from learning Spanish back to improving my French.
I've been trying to track down a podcast that went by the name of the "French Verbcast," that has gotten rave reviews but is no longer actually available (despite being available, for example, to subscribe to at iTunes).
In other news, both Houston and Baikonur raise the issue of what to do with Shiloh while I'm not around, as Galina is not very partial to the mutt, and has gone out of her way several times to remind me of this. This is yet another issue to be resolved. Boarding is going to be expensive.
On the way home from Ikea, we stopped Whole Foods, where among other purchases, I got a bottle of niacin (vitamin B-3) to replace the, um, rather old bottle that I finally finished. The capsules in that bottle contained 50 mg of B-3, which when taken on an empty stomach, would cause a mild flush in my face and scalp, a tingling sensation that was the result of the dilation of capillaries near the surface of the skin.
The new capsules pack about ten times the punch, and I could feel the flush in every pore of my body... basically it felt as if everywhere was itching, all at once. And whereas the flush from the old capsules was easily tolerable, I'm thinking the new capsules are going to take some getting used to.
Despite there being work on the plate, it's not due tomorrow, so I've let it sit.
It will not spoil, I guarantee you that.
Cheers...
Today was Drew's 29th birthday, which flings my mind back to the craziness behind finding a taxicab on Northern Boulevard and 84th Street at 3 in the morning when Galina told me it was time to go to the hospital (I seem to recall I was still getting dressed as I waved my tee shirt to flag down a hackie, who stopped and waited for me to bring Galina downstairs).
The elation of new fatherhood was followed by a mind-numbing vigil at St. Vincent's, in Manhattan, waiting for the ambulance carrying Drew to show up from the New York Infirmary, followed by the stark reality of scrubbing and donning a gown and mask at the neonatal intensive care unit before I could see the little tyke up close.
And to think he's got a family of his own, now...
Galina insisted I go with her to finalize our choice for the kitchen countertops, so I did. Our contact was not there, however, so all we did was note down the particulars of the type of countertop we wanted, first and second choice, and got out of there.
On the way home, we stopped at Ikea, where I noted that their display of kitchen faucets would have a lot more... authority if the hardware were installed as if it was actually in service, because otherwise, set in place loosely the way they are, the faucets do feel a bit on the lightweight side. I'm really not in the mood to shell out $500 for a faucet, but I will if the service I get out of the more expensive unit eliminates some of the annoyances I've had with less expensive faucets.
Galina seems intent on slowly parting me from stuff that I use for work, which she has no use for. Our current plan calls for us to pull stakes and head for Colorado after my gig in Houston, by which time this place is going to have to be ready to accommodate renters for the summer, which means I'll only be able to take a subset of my dictionaries, etc. to Colorado, and will have to put the rest in storage in the basement.
This does not make me a happy camper, but expanding on this theme will have to wait. What I've got to concentrate on is figuring out how to compactly get the Bare Minimum™ ready to go.
The possibility of another Baikonur campaign has caused me to shift emphasis from learning Spanish back to improving my French.
I've been trying to track down a podcast that went by the name of the "French Verbcast," that has gotten rave reviews but is no longer actually available (despite being available, for example, to subscribe to at iTunes).
In other news, both Houston and Baikonur raise the issue of what to do with Shiloh while I'm not around, as Galina is not very partial to the mutt, and has gone out of her way several times to remind me of this. This is yet another issue to be resolved. Boarding is going to be expensive.
On the way home from Ikea, we stopped Whole Foods, where among other purchases, I got a bottle of niacin (vitamin B-3) to replace the, um, rather old bottle that I finally finished. The capsules in that bottle contained 50 mg of B-3, which when taken on an empty stomach, would cause a mild flush in my face and scalp, a tingling sensation that was the result of the dilation of capillaries near the surface of the skin.
The new capsules pack about ten times the punch, and I could feel the flush in every pore of my body... basically it felt as if everywhere was itching, all at once. And whereas the flush from the old capsules was easily tolerable, I'm thinking the new capsules are going to take some getting used to.
Despite there being work on the plate, it's not due tomorrow, so I've let it sit.
It will not spoil, I guarantee you that.
Cheers...
