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willpower works for me in re: sweets, is not to keep any about. You ask an alcoholic, "How much did you drink?" and the likely answer is, "All of it." This is my relationship to dessert. I usually treat myself to something decadent out, or once in a great while bring home a single serving. This avoids the whole guilt spiral of finding myself standing in front of the open freezer door at 2AM eating frozen cheesecake with a sharp knife.

In light of that, I just threw together a yummy substitute: 1 tsp. each, Dickinson's coconut curd, soft cream cheese, and Nutella. Blend well, spread thickly on cinnamon graham crackers, and enjoy. Wash up the coffee cup, knife, and spoon, and rest sated in the knowledge that I did, indeed, eat "all of it." NOM.

fidgets

Apr. 28th, 2017 01:34 pm
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A discussion elsewhere of fidget toys reminded me I have fidget jewelry. These two pieces, primarily. Sterling fidget ring































The ring is usually worn on my thumb or forefinger. The locket is on a nearly waist-length chain. At least I manage to hang onto these--I tend to lose the fidget toys.
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I should figure out a way to crawl out of bed every morning, throw ibu and tylenol down my neck and stumble back to bed to sleep until the alarm goes off. Waking up is so much easier and more cheerful when I'm drugged.

Unfortunately the Puritan in me resists drugs of all sorts, even OTC pain meds, until things are dire. Stupid,  life's better when unearned pain can be avoided.

making do

Jan. 9th, 2016 05:30 pm
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I keep my fountain pens in penrolls, more or less upright in a tin container on my desk, in front of the window.



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Let's just call a spade a garden implement, okay? I am no domestic goddess, by any estimation. I dislike work of any sort, housework included. Oh yes, I can scrub a bathroom with the best of them, wield a swiffer like a samauri warrior, and tweak tchotchkes on a shelf half-inch left, no, right and back diagonally, no, left and further back... for an entire afternoon. Once started, you know, it's hard for me to quit. Starting is hard.

One of the things that whips my chicken about cleaning, is that you have all these neat *tools* for specific jobs--this little brush that reaches the crevices of the whatnot, and the wandy-thingy for reaching up high, and the special cloth for furniture polishing, or silver polishing, or brass or copper...don't mix up the cloths. Toothbrushes work for a lot of things. The vacuum has a beater bar that does a decent job on the rugs. All well and good. So you do the job, right? You get it all sparkling clean and now you can move on to something else. Like a bubble bath, or a coffee or tea on the deck with a book, all virtuous-like, basking in your accomplishment.

Except, you can't. Because, even though you did the job you set out to do, you got the thing clean, now you have to clean the tool that you cleaned the thing with. And who makes the tool to clean the tools you use to clean the things? I sit down by the trashcan and upend the vacuum cleaner with the body of it clamped between my thighs and go at the bristles of the beater bar with scissors and a chopstick, cutting and pulling out the hair that snarled around the bar. I take the wandy thingy I use to sweep the cobwebs off the ceiling fan and around the ceiling corners outside and try to discreetly beat it against the house wall to dislodge a lot of the dirt before I sit down and use a comb to get the rest of the yutz out of it, then go back inside and put it away, and then wash the comb. And then clean the sink and clean out the strainer in the drain. I pull the full bag out of the trash can and take it to the dumpster--then come back in and wash the lid and the outside of the trashcan. And then wash out the cloth I used to wash the trashcan.

It never ends! I mean...I see no end point. I think I want a steam cleaner unit, just suck the filth off everything with it, and then dump the nasty water and wash and dry it and the attachments and put it all away until the next time the house is dirty enough to catch my attention.

I swear, it's always something.

Eeeps!

Oct. 22nd, 2014 04:09 pm
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So, I needed to walk the laptop across the room to show a picture to a friend. The lappie is on the cord 99% of the time because the battery life is like, 20 minutes, tops, and that's unreliable, doesn't say when, just shuts down when it's had enough. So I pop in the battery, pull the cord and stand up to walk across the room and bam! The battery falls on my instep. Well, shit. And also, OW. So I stick the battery back in, find the pic on the hard drive and show the friend, we chat about it and I go back and plug the cord in, pop the battery, and fire up the browser. Um, one tab, homepage comes up.

Where are my tabs?

Where are my fricken multiple tabs, dammit!? ("Where is my super suit!?")

So we wait, and the "Oops, would you like us to try and restore your tabs?" never comes up. So I noodle around and try and find "restore previous session," with no luck. Shit. Shitshitshit.

I smile and close the laptop and enjoy the friend's visit. As soon as she's out the door I open the laptop, shut down and boot up again...same deal, no tabs. So, last line of hope, system restore. And we wait, and we wait and ->BING!<-  Hello, my name is Erica, and I love you both. Here are your tabs.

ILY, SYSTEM RESTORE, AND ALL BENEVOLENT GODS!!

Making a list of tab URLs right fucking now, thanks. Whew.

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