Thursday( Collapse )
Kathleen came in and said: Now tell me the truth, would you really prefer it to be 30 degrees and snowing? (9:45am, weather.com said 66F.)
I asked: For today or forever? Later in the conversation she said what about 3/4 one, 1/4 the other. It's a difficult question, honestly. I do really like a lot of spring (and autumn) weather, including a lot of what gets considered "perfect" by the average person -- and if it were that kind of weather all the time, I'd have to listen to a lot less complaining about the weather -- but I'm attached to this four seasons thing (though if summer wanted to mellow out and never go above 80, I would not complain).
The FA's went to wagamama for lunch for Kyle's last day. Prof.B asked me to take minutes at the Unit strategy meeting, so since I am not a huge fan of wagamama, I agreed (though I did feel a little bad at blowing off Kyle). Taking minutes is hard. It's inefficient to write down everything everyone said, but it's not always intuitive at the time what stuff is relevant. And not having the background that everyone else present does, there were a few times I probably should have asked for clarification so that my jottings made more sense for when I had to type them up later.Friday
I did ~25 min in the weight room.
Last Singspiration of the (tenth!) season. ( Collapse )
After we got home, my mom and I were talking about my apartment situation, and she talked about the first apartment she lived in with my dad after they got married, and somehow she told the story of wanting to put me (who was under a year old when they lived there) in a Moses basket in the tree outside the window... and shut the window. I loved the contrast of this with the story I often talk about of her holding me closer when I was a puking child (to comfort me), rather than holding me away from her since I was gross. She said parenthood is complicated :)Saturday
I walked over to the library around noon, and it was warmed than I'd expected. I chatted with Joanne for about a half an hour and then Terry and I went and got lunch down by the airport. (Taso's -- much busier than when I went with my parents six weeks ago.) When we left, the sky was greyer, and I just knew a storm was coming. And indeed, there was a (brief) downpour not long after.
When I got back to Somerville, though, there was no evidence that it had rained, and it felt so humd (weather.com 4:45pm: 65F, 87% humidity, dewpoint 61F). There is so much I need to do, and humid warmth just sucks any desire to do anything (especially any physical exertion) right out of me; this does not bode well for the summer. (paper_crystals
, I thought of you, since we are such polar opposites in this.)
Around 8 (maybe earlier) it was cooling off and breezy. 8:18pm I thought I heard thunder, and soon after I could hear from the sound of the cars driving that the ground was wet, and I could smell the rain (which I love).
I did laundry shortly after getting home, and while it was going I replaced the exterior shower curtain. Undoing all the rings on the curtain that was already up was quite an effort. I also found that they were dusty, which surprised me, so I took a wet paper towel to them. I ended up accidentally bringing down the curtain rod, so I just took all the rings off and washed them. Thankfully the rod went back up easily.
One thing OriginalRoomie appears to have taken with her which I wasn't expecting was the dish drainer. (I was surprised she didn't take her toaster.) I was tired, though, so after I did laundry, rather than walk/bus to Tags/Target/Sears, I did some work on GoodReads and ripped CDs. I need to procure one tomorrow, though.
The house echoes so much more without all this other stuff in it, though in some ways it's less empty than I'd expected.