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Dec. 5th, 2008 07:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
daidoji_giseiI have a collection of notes from my week, but first I want to note something for myself to ponder later. At some point this week my assistant manager and I were discussing something and she announced, "This is just something I've noticed in my life, but I think the people who talk the most about peace and love have the hardest time actually showing it to people around them." I was dumbstruck, as I had made the same observation years ago and had never imagined that it would be corroborated by someone half my age and not nearly as cynical. After a moment I told her that I had noticed the same thing, and that I had no explanation. Its root, I guess, is some massive disconnect between how the individual acts and how they perceive their acts, and it makes me wonder where my disconnects are.
Today I finally got phone service hooked up to my apartment. It should have happened several days ago but I don't feel like saying anything about it except that the customer service rep I dealt with today was so good at her job I've almost forgiven Windstream for yesterday. Almost.
In the meantime, and much to my horror, the three days I alotted for my move last weekend turned out to be not nearly enough. I hadn't realized how difficult it was to move after 15 years in one place! I've resolved to go through every single box and throw out, give away, or find a place for everything in them. I'll have to start with the boxes of books first, as all my L5R references are packed away and the storyline waits for no woman.
My downstairs neighbors are very nice; they are a woman and her young son (and possibly her boyfriend; I didn't pry). Last night the woman knocked on my door and invited me to have dinner with her and her family. I accepted with great gratitude, as it had been a long day and all of my cookware is still at the old place. I had a pleasant time visiting with them, and learned that she likes to read fantasy novels. I told her that when I next thin my collection I'll let her take first pick of the thinnings. She seemed concerned that I might be bothered by the noise her son makes, but it hasn't been a problem so far. I've never been the kind of person who is reflexively indignant over normal children acting their age.
I love having a bathtub! and have started rereading Dante's Inferno to celebrate the fact. I concede that this probably strikes most people as an odd choice for bathtub reading, but I haven't uncovered my military history yet. I'm looking forward to rereading my Keegan collection. The store I work at sells lavender bath salts in bulk, which makes me feel warm and happy inside.
Today I finally got phone service hooked up to my apartment. It should have happened several days ago but I don't feel like saying anything about it except that the customer service rep I dealt with today was so good at her job I've almost forgiven Windstream for yesterday. Almost.
In the meantime, and much to my horror, the three days I alotted for my move last weekend turned out to be not nearly enough. I hadn't realized how difficult it was to move after 15 years in one place! I've resolved to go through every single box and throw out, give away, or find a place for everything in them. I'll have to start with the boxes of books first, as all my L5R references are packed away and the storyline waits for no woman.
My downstairs neighbors are very nice; they are a woman and her young son (and possibly her boyfriend; I didn't pry). Last night the woman knocked on my door and invited me to have dinner with her and her family. I accepted with great gratitude, as it had been a long day and all of my cookware is still at the old place. I had a pleasant time visiting with them, and learned that she likes to read fantasy novels. I told her that when I next thin my collection I'll let her take first pick of the thinnings. She seemed concerned that I might be bothered by the noise her son makes, but it hasn't been a problem so far. I've never been the kind of person who is reflexively indignant over normal children acting their age.
I love having a bathtub! and have started rereading Dante's Inferno to celebrate the fact. I concede that this probably strikes most people as an odd choice for bathtub reading, but I haven't uncovered my military history yet. I'm looking forward to rereading my Keegan collection. The store I work at sells lavender bath salts in bulk, which makes me feel warm and happy inside.
