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Didn't Work Out
I feel as if I were a piece in a game of chess, when my opponent says of it: That piece cannot be moved.
-- Soren Kierkegaard
Sunday, February 11, 2001
One year ago: Swing Out V
Two years ago: New Year's Eve
Three years ago: New Year's Eve
After a late night last night, I slept till nine, then walked to the grocery store -- I needed some diet soda! Then I took a wonderful hot bath with "Euphoria" oil from Aura Cacia. It's a nice blend of rose, rosewood, and other oils.
I installed the e-jay player on my PC and listened to their techno stream. The player has a cool, non-square window, and a mysterious interface. I finally succeeded in getting the music to stream. Unfortunately, it seemed to have a bad effect on my PC, causing it to freeze when I closed the program.
I rebooted, and tried again.
I was expecting Jack to stop by after dropping H---- off at the train, before two o'clock. So I did some clearing up, and got things ready for a pleasant afternoon. (That's part of the reason I was playing with the music software.)
But he was late! There was a mention of an accident on the road he was going to take, so that might have delayed him. But what if he was in the accident? I was a bit worried about that.
I occupied the time by watching TV, switching between a (two-hour!) documentary about lingerie on The Learning Channel, and a fascinating show about deep-sea squid on PBS. Scientists have succeeded in using a "critter-cam", attached to a sperm whale via suction cup, to see what the whales see on a deep dive. They haven't yet seen the live giant squid they are looking for, though.
Four o'clock. Where could Jack be? I gave him a call at home. He was there, already been to Seattle and back. I was bummed! Both his daughters had made the drive with him, he'd had to rush because that accident had made it a close call for H----'s train, then he'd had to drive right back to Bellingham because there was a Vikingcon meeting scheduled at his place at five, and they needed to get back and clean up.
This was a miscommunication. I guess I'd changed "might stop by" to "will stop by" in my mind, and I hadn't realized he had a deadline on getting back (and I was expecting him to be alone). After we hung up, I threw a small fit. I was disappointed!
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In a short while, I wiped my eyes and got going with stuff I needed to accomplish -- got the box of recycled mail out to the trash, and took a few bags of books out to my car. I'll return the books to my favorite used book store and get going on a credit basis again. I needed to take that adrenaline energy and apply it to something positive.
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