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Sunday morning

I killed time last night by watching some episodes from the first season of The West Wing. In my mind, it still stands as some of the best writing ever to appear on television.

I was up around 8 AM today. Still not feeling 100% so I called AJ and Denisse and canceled lunch plans with them. I’d hate to get them sick. We’re going to reschedule for another time.

I did some laundry and ran out to get a haircut. It seems like I got it cut 3 or 4 weeks ago, but I felt desperately in need of another one. There was a fairly long wait but I kept myself busy reading. Yes, I finally decided on a book. I chose David Brin’s Starttide Rising, which was a winner of both the Hugo and Nebula awards back in the 1980s. I read Brin’s Foundation’s Triumph in the late 1990s and thoroughly enjoyed it. But the only other Brin book I’ve read was Sundiver, back in 1996.

Haven’t done any writing yet today, but I hope to get through another 2,000 words or so before going to bed tonight.

Saturday morning errands and chores

Up at about 8:30 AM and I headed out at once to get a haircut, which I’ve been needing for some time now. (See the before and after images below.) It was nice, I walked right into the haircut place, and was taken right away. No wait. It’s not the best haircut I’ve ever gotten, but it’s shorter and that’s all that really matters as far as I’m concerned.


Before

After

I came home, grabbed the empty gas container from the garage, and then ran to the gas station to fill it up with gasoline. I needed more gas for the lawn mower. When I got back home, I popped some Boston onto my iPhone (hoping for their defeat later this afternoon) and listened to their self-titled album one and a half times while I mowed the lawn. It was the first time I’d cut the grass in a long time and there was a lot to cut. It took a little over an hour (and that included getting some kind of metal wire wrapped around the mower blade, which I had to cut off with wire-cutters). But the yard is done now, front and back, and I feel much better.

While I was mowing, the Water People came by to read my meter. I have an inside water meter and usually, they just leave me a note and I can phone in my reading using the automated phone system. This is the first time since I’ve lived here that the meter people caught me at home and were able to take a reading directly.

After mowing, I took a well-deserved shower, and started the first of what will probably be a half dozen loads of laundry. I also called AJ & Denisse to see if they wanted to come over this afternoon to watch the Yankees game with me.

I plan on getting some writing done today, and there are probably a few more errands I need to run, but as of noon on Saturday, I feel pretty good about what I’ve gotten done today.

GTD, day 2

I let myself sleep in this morning. I will be getting up early all week, in an attempt to get back into my workout routine, which I’ve neglected since vacation. That means early-to-bed once again. But I’ve found a way to recapture some time, and I’ll discuss that in a future post.

I headed up to IHOP around 10:30 AM, and after breakfast, I got a haircut. From there, I headed to the Metro station and into Pentagon City so begin day 2 of my initial GTD process. Today, I focused on work (obviously). I spent about 4 hours here and did a pretty good job, but I’m still not finished getting my inbox empty (although my email inbox is empty). I’ll finish up tomorrow.

I’m heading home now, stopping at the store to do my grocery shopping. Or–maybe I’ll get something to eat first. Hmm?

Evening roundup

I just finished watching the first inning of the Mets/Cardinals game, which is the first official baseball game of the 2007 baseball season. My TiVo is set to record the opening day Yankees game tomorrow so I can skim through it when I get home from work.

I celebrated some good news this evening by having four (4) Reeses Peanut Butter CupsTM. strausmouse and I used to eat Reeses and a Coke (or Pepsi) during lunch in high school. It really is a great combination, but I had to forgo the Coke (or Pepsi) tonight because I was out of the caffeine-free stuff. I had grape soda instead.

Locus has finally posted it’s annual April Fools Day articles which are amusing as always.

I got my hair cut this evening. I was the last person they took and I felt like they were rushing, but it still came out alright in the end so no big deal. I spoke briefly on the phone with jen_ashlock who for reasons of National Security has changed her name tohe11o_sunshine. I also spoke on the phone with strausmouse.

I was lazy again this afternoon, dozing for a few hours on the couch. I don’t know why.

I’m off to bed now. I’m 365 pages through I. Asimov and plan to get a little more reading done before lights out. Nice spring weather the next couple days, windy, but highs in the upper 70s. And I have to work…

The low-talker

I’m just back from getting my hair cut and the experience was like something out of Seinfeld.

My hair turned out just fine, but the person cutting it was a low-talker. And I mean a really low-talker. In fact, during the entire time she was cutting my hair, I understood exactly two things that she said. The first was “How do you want your side-burns?” to which I answered “Straight across.” The second was when she told me that my left side was my “good” side. I found this interesting because taped on her mirror was the following legend: “If the left side of your brain controls your right hand, then left-handed people are the only ones in their RIGHT mind.” From this I deduced that the left-handed sense of humor is no better than the right-handed sense of humor.

This woman who cut my hair, an older, grandmotherly type, talked endlessly the entire time she cut my hair and the entire time she washed my hair and except for what I mentioned above, not even a gun to my head could force me to tell you what she said. She simply talked too low for me to hear.

In the department of “when not to blow bubbles”

Blowing bubbles while getting your hair cut is, apparently, a bad idea. Tiny clips of hair linger in the air, carried by all sort of turbulance taking place within the barbershop, and seem particularly attracted to the surface area presented by a bubble.

By the time I “popped” the bubble and had the gum back in my mouth, it was coated with a fine layer of hair.

Yuck!