Are we motivated?
Jul. 23rd, 2002 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Back when I called Parris Island my (temporary) home, that question was always easy to answer. (Not only "yes," but "yes, sir.").
I'd have to wonder about today, though.
Usual routine. Open the store. Do the report. Serve customers.
I found out that somehow, the Intel camera was indeed the culprit interfering with Windows 98 loading on 'demosthenes.' With the camera plugged in the machine's USB port, the boot would fail owing to some memory error. Unplug the camera, and the unit boots normally.
And the new network card works like a champ.
I went home around 3 pm, tired. Napped. Spent a couple of hours in the garage, trying to rethread a cable through a couple of pulleys, in a maneuver that involved playing with springs under tension. I think if Drew hadn't finally come home to help me, I'd have burst a blood vessel.
I recently bid on and won the Kiyosaki Cash Flow games for a reasonable price on eBay. The LLC paid for it. They arrived today. Galina and I spent some time after dinner listening to one of the tapes and watching the video. I am motivated.
Remaining motivated will involve a lot of repeat plays, methinks. It's too easy to fall into one's normal routine otherwise.
There's a meeting of the SAR tomorrow at 7 pm; the management meeting starts at 6 pm. Unlike last month, where I was the only one to arrive at or after 7, to find the gathering all but over, I think tomorrow I will walk over to the firehouse from the store after closing.
The long overdue check arrived and was deposited. The check was cut on the 12th, but not sent until the 15th (at least that's what the postmark says). Hmmm. Eight days for a first-class letter from Houston? That's pretty poor. But it got here, and that's the important thing.
After the Kiyosaki video, we started to watch something called Super Troopers, if memory serves. Sort of Police Academy meets Animal House, or at least that's what the carton words would have you believe. I left just as the title started to roll after the initial sequence that's supposed to grab my attention for the rest of the film. Puh-leeze!
Galina and I learned the basic steps to the waltz yesterday, and they were completely different from what I picked up along the way so far in my life (I remember my mom trying to teach me to waltz, back when I was a wee lad). Last night, we learned something called a "twinkle," and a "chassé," too. Unfortunately, I was really too bushed to dance too much... I kept stopping and going off to the side to rest. Yech. Anyway, now, we just need to practice it all for a few... years? The next lesson is on Thursday. More waltz. I can't wait.
Cheers...
I'd have to wonder about today, though.
Usual routine. Open the store. Do the report. Serve customers.
I found out that somehow, the Intel camera was indeed the culprit interfering with Windows 98 loading on 'demosthenes.' With the camera plugged in the machine's USB port, the boot would fail owing to some memory error. Unplug the camera, and the unit boots normally.
And the new network card works like a champ.
I went home around 3 pm, tired. Napped. Spent a couple of hours in the garage, trying to rethread a cable through a couple of pulleys, in a maneuver that involved playing with springs under tension. I think if Drew hadn't finally come home to help me, I'd have burst a blood vessel.
I recently bid on and won the Kiyosaki Cash Flow games for a reasonable price on eBay. The LLC paid for it. They arrived today. Galina and I spent some time after dinner listening to one of the tapes and watching the video. I am motivated.
Remaining motivated will involve a lot of repeat plays, methinks. It's too easy to fall into one's normal routine otherwise.
There's a meeting of the SAR tomorrow at 7 pm; the management meeting starts at 6 pm. Unlike last month, where I was the only one to arrive at or after 7, to find the gathering all but over, I think tomorrow I will walk over to the firehouse from the store after closing.
The long overdue check arrived and was deposited. The check was cut on the 12th, but not sent until the 15th (at least that's what the postmark says). Hmmm. Eight days for a first-class letter from Houston? That's pretty poor. But it got here, and that's the important thing.
After the Kiyosaki video, we started to watch something called Super Troopers, if memory serves. Sort of Police Academy meets Animal House, or at least that's what the carton words would have you believe. I left just as the title started to roll after the initial sequence that's supposed to grab my attention for the rest of the film. Puh-leeze!
Galina and I learned the basic steps to the waltz yesterday, and they were completely different from what I picked up along the way so far in my life (I remember my mom trying to teach me to waltz, back when I was a wee lad). Last night, we learned something called a "twinkle," and a "chassé," too. Unfortunately, I was really too bushed to dance too much... I kept stopping and going off to the side to rest. Yech. Anyway, now, we just need to practice it all for a few... years? The next lesson is on Thursday. More waltz. I can't wait.
Cheers...
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Date: 2002-07-24 12:25 am (UTC)But waltzing is *nice*. The chassé I understand, the 'twinkle' I don't! I did a few years of ballroom dancing at university, so am sharing a small anecdote that might raise a faint smile. We had 'big dances' every few months, with live bands. The current fashion (late seventies) was for girls to wear long skirts alllllll the time. My partner and I were heavily into spin turns - we were doing the Viennese (fast) waltz at the time, showing off just a tad, and I got a little too close to the band.
Swoosh went the skirt. It connected with the band. I decimated it. The drum kit disintegrated and the drums rolled... all over the floor. The music ground to a halt. I prayed for the floor to swallow me.
Foxtrot is nice, cha-cha is fun, but the rumba is the *best*.
Keep smiling.
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Date: 2002-07-25 08:19 am (UTC)Cheers...