measi's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Muggy Evening Ramblings We had some impressive downpours this afternoon. Rain coming down in buckets. And of course, it was the one afternoon I decided to leave the car in the parking lot after lunch, rather than return to the enclosed confines of the underground parking garage. So I had to make a run for it to get to the car after work. Ah well... at least the windows had been rolled up. I got a little wet. Big deal. Now it's cooled off a bit, although I've heard it's supposed to be hot and muggy for tomorrow and most of Friday before another round of showers to make everything cool and dry for the weekend. I hope it's nice all weekend... nothing like going on a mini-vacation and have it rain the entire time. This weekend's trip to the B&B is really my only vacation this summer. Between prepping to move and the lack of time off or money to do much else, I'm not going anywhere. Well... maybe a weekend to Mom's. But other than that, I'm in Boston for the summer. I'm taking a small break from further attempts to regain control over The Beast tonight. It's happening slowly but surely. What is really killing me is the amount of paper stashing I have around here. If I can get through that, I'm golden. Seriously. I think paper piles take up the majority of the clutter in here. So I'm starting at the bay windows and going to work from there to the front door of the apartment, which is conveniently the furthest from. It will be a linear sweep-- cleaning out without trapping me in. My goal tonight is to get the actual "curved" section of my room/apartment done. (forgive me... apartment and room are interchangeable for me, since I have an efficiency apartment... you'll see me switch back and forth). It's about... seven, maybe eight feet wide and about five feet deep. Most of the stuff in this section are in milk crates stacked precariously on the floor on top of one another, so it's a matter of cleaning out bins more than anything. Then tomorrow evening I can work on the center section of the room. Next week, I'll do the underbed and closet work, get winter stuff into storage, etc. That section requires the most "stuff moving," by which time the rest of the apartment will be clean. It seems logical on paper. Hopefully it will hold up in practice. Of course, now I've probably jinxed myself by actually making a plan. But dammit, I'll try to get this place organized! [bar] Thanks to those who have encouraged me today with my worries about Interviewed. It's hard to know sometimes how people really perceive the site, since I don't get a lot of feedback on it at all. I've received more feedback between the new graphics and this issue than I have in the entire time Interview's been around. It's encouraging, and I do appreciate it. I did fire off one more email-- a bit testy, but extremely open about my issues and concerns, to Nickolaus. I also added a disclaimer-- for my piece of mind-- to the bottom of Interviewed. It reads: The answers to all interview questions are published unaltered, and should not be taken to reflect the opinions of Interview's staff or other contributors. It makes me feel better and just gives me some comfort room in case it happens again with some later interview, which I don't doubt at some point, it will. [bar] I talked to my mom this evening for a little while. We chatted about work, and I told her about Red's death, since she'd known him while my parents were still married. My mom went immediately into materialistic attitudes, commenting how she hoped that Red left something for my grandmother. I had to roll my eyes at that. I know that comes from my mom's lingering frustration over the settlement of her divorce to Dad. It happened... thirteen years ago? She needs to let it go, but like me, she has some blissful denial about things she does wrong or won't let go of. While we were chatting, she told me that she'd broken up with Jim over the weekend. This didn't come as a surprise to me... they've been having some problems for a while. The final straw came over my mom's birthday on the 16th. Jim was down in Myrtle Beach for a bikers' week, and he didn't even call my mom to wish her a happy birthday. It rightfully pissed her off, and was just that final amount of weight to make the whole thing topple over. Apparently Jim took it pretty well. I think both of them knew it was time to move on. The breakup was apparently amicable, but then again, I haven't heard Jim's side yet... and time hasn't gone by yet. We'll see. Well... back to tackling. I gotta get this space done before bedtime tonight! 9:12 p.m. - 29 May 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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