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I keep waiting to get the oomph to do a year-end or about-Christmas post, but I'm fairly oomph-less. I traveled some, camped some, didn't exercise enough, and had various ups and down throughout the year. I had fun doing secret santa stuff and reading what people post about gifts, which reminds me, I need to correct that the beautiful handknit socks from Ann W are blues and greens and cream (not browns, too). Two gifts from RL folks were super-thoughtful and my mom's was v. generous.
The pets are holding steady. The last slow-cooked culture from Ben the cat's CT scan and vet-probing came in, and there's nothing wrong with him. He has a drippy nostril, period. Oy. I am glad for the good news, but my second reaction is, heck, I could have not bothered! I hope his sister is as healthy as she seems to be. Java likes hanging out in the rain in the middle of the night, so his black coat is thick and super-soft from the rainwash. He's getting sick of being petted.
Getting a Tivo made the most change in my day to day life this year. I'm watching entirely too much tv, but it's what I want to see, when I want to see it, which is great. The best thing is accumulating a run of shows then watching them in order. You can't do that easily on a VCR. I'm catching up on back-episodes of The Gilmore Girls, my new favorite show. The next best thing is wishlist names, which is how I found and recorded my nephew playing in a band on morning and late night tv shows this summer.
There were quite a few deaths this year. I found out at the Solstice dinner that my most regular hiker from hike-leader days died several weeks earlier. Got an email yesterday that L's father is dying, is being unhooked from machines today, and her sister can't come to the hospital because she's on the 7th round of chemo. Her mother died a few months ago. Husband of a co-worker. Former co-worker & friend Phyllis. Lee's wonderful friend Phyllis. Brigit. I'm dreading my mother's death. She's doing great, but turns 90 next year. Her mother lived to 99, so mom and I have a pact that we've got a decade still to keep working on estate/executor stuff. ::knocks wood::
As usual, if I'm on the computer, it means I'm at work. I need to get some stuff done by the end of the year, including a draft perf. eval, YUCK.
The pets are holding steady. The last slow-cooked culture from Ben the cat's CT scan and vet-probing came in, and there's nothing wrong with him. He has a drippy nostril, period. Oy. I am glad for the good news, but my second reaction is, heck, I could have not bothered! I hope his sister is as healthy as she seems to be. Java likes hanging out in the rain in the middle of the night, so his black coat is thick and super-soft from the rainwash. He's getting sick of being petted.
Getting a Tivo made the most change in my day to day life this year. I'm watching entirely too much tv, but it's what I want to see, when I want to see it, which is great. The best thing is accumulating a run of shows then watching them in order. You can't do that easily on a VCR. I'm catching up on back-episodes of The Gilmore Girls, my new favorite show. The next best thing is wishlist names, which is how I found and recorded my nephew playing in a band on morning and late night tv shows this summer.
There were quite a few deaths this year. I found out at the Solstice dinner that my most regular hiker from hike-leader days died several weeks earlier. Got an email yesterday that L's father is dying, is being unhooked from machines today, and her sister can't come to the hospital because she's on the 7th round of chemo. Her mother died a few months ago. Husband of a co-worker. Former co-worker & friend Phyllis. Lee's wonderful friend Phyllis. Brigit. I'm dreading my mother's death. She's doing great, but turns 90 next year. Her mother lived to 99, so mom and I have a pact that we've got a decade still to keep working on estate/executor stuff. ::knocks wood::
As usual, if I'm on the computer, it means I'm at work. I need to get some stuff done by the end of the year, including a draft perf. eval, YUCK.