Sweeping up and Slices
May. 13th, 2019 12:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
howeirdUp at 6, back to bed, alarm probably sounded for 3 minutes before it woke me. Must be Sunday.
Hgl was almost normal the last 2 mornings. BP high but lower - the amlodipine may be working. Finally got notification that Kaiser is shipping my base insulin which should have been here already. I am down to my last vial. That's maybe 3 days' worth. They already charged me the $800+.
Took the broom out to the front garden and swept the globs of leftovers out of the culvert. Someone upstream was wasting water, now it can flow to the drain unobstructed.
Back inside, there was only one chaser streaming and he was on his way home. Took the phone out on the porch and streamed the roses for half an hour, nobody showed up. And it was chilly. Wind chill although it was sunny elsewhere. I'd gone out because there had been clouds, but they were gone by noon.
Lunch was a long neglected Healthy Choice fish and rice meal. Lamyay for dessert.
1:30 to MV, Pear Theater for the Pear Slices 10-minute plays. 8 plays by local authors. Three were worthy IMHO. The first four bored me, intermission was loglonglong because we had a totally full house and they only have 2 one-person restrooms. Big crowd is odd for a mother's day. Also awkward because the risers are not deep enough - if someone needs to get to a seat on the far side of the row, everyone has to get up and out of the row to let them by.
Betsy handed out roses to all the women at intermission. Class act that she is.
Three plays entertained me.
Mothers of the Bride included a lot of witty dialog as the biological mom and stepmom trade barbs while daughter tries on wedding dresses.
The Supreme Question replaces SCOTUS with a single artificial intelligence.
"Don't call me 'your honor'. Call me Mike"
"Why?"
"Because my name is Mike."
When the lawyer finally agrees to proceed with the case, the AI blindsides her with some pertinent information about tomatoes and cucumbers.
Mister The Bear features a huge plush bear named Mister, carried by Brian's young sister. She wants him to sew Mister The Bear's ear back on. She comes at an awkward time - Brian is on the bank of a river where he has just scattered their mother's ashes. Their conversation reveals some deep emotions. The contrast between angsty Brian and flighty Cara makes the surprise Reveal™ very poignant.
The talkback after the show was all about the writers, who are all members of the Pear Writers Guild™®©. The one question of how one becomes a member of the Guild received a cryptic answer which was very close to "you don't". I've wanted to join for years, but have never found the way.
Plenty of time to drive down the block to Starbucks, got a mocha frap and an almond croissant, and waited for Janice, who arrived on time half an hour later. Too windy to sit outside so we sat at the far end of a long table indoors. I did most of the talking this time. Not sure why. She usually has a lot to say about the children of the AA members she mentors. Not this time.
Home, dinner was salad, creamed corn then Ha Gow and a pork bun. Watched some ESPN, saw the last 3 minutes of the Sharks beating the Blues for the second night in a row. After they got the score to 6-3, with a power play, they simply played keep-away for 2 minutes. Humane of them.
Channel surfed to some stupid adventure fishing shows.
Unloaded the dishwasher. Took out the garbage. Flattened and bundled the boxes. The bundle always looks so much less impressive than the pile of boxes did.
That plan to visit Great America's hiring event? The discontinued it, the park opened this weekend. :-(
Plans for tomorrow:
There are indoor plants to water which I missed Saturday
Follow up with the Comcast recruiter
There will probably be feedback from two other recruiters
Research places to move to some more
Hgl was almost normal the last 2 mornings. BP high but lower - the amlodipine may be working. Finally got notification that Kaiser is shipping my base insulin which should have been here already. I am down to my last vial. That's maybe 3 days' worth. They already charged me the $800+.
Took the broom out to the front garden and swept the globs of leftovers out of the culvert. Someone upstream was wasting water, now it can flow to the drain unobstructed.
Back inside, there was only one chaser streaming and he was on his way home. Took the phone out on the porch and streamed the roses for half an hour, nobody showed up. And it was chilly. Wind chill although it was sunny elsewhere. I'd gone out because there had been clouds, but they were gone by noon.
Lunch was a long neglected Healthy Choice fish and rice meal. Lamyay for dessert.
1:30 to MV, Pear Theater for the Pear Slices 10-minute plays. 8 plays by local authors. Three were worthy IMHO. The first four bored me, intermission was loglonglong because we had a totally full house and they only have 2 one-person restrooms. Big crowd is odd for a mother's day. Also awkward because the risers are not deep enough - if someone needs to get to a seat on the far side of the row, everyone has to get up and out of the row to let them by.
Betsy handed out roses to all the women at intermission. Class act that she is.
Three plays entertained me.
Mothers of the Bride included a lot of witty dialog as the biological mom and stepmom trade barbs while daughter tries on wedding dresses.
The Supreme Question replaces SCOTUS with a single artificial intelligence.
"Don't call me 'your honor'. Call me Mike"
"Why?"
"Because my name is Mike."
When the lawyer finally agrees to proceed with the case, the AI blindsides her with some pertinent information about tomatoes and cucumbers.
Mister The Bear features a huge plush bear named Mister, carried by Brian's young sister. She wants him to sew Mister The Bear's ear back on. She comes at an awkward time - Brian is on the bank of a river where he has just scattered their mother's ashes. Their conversation reveals some deep emotions. The contrast between angsty Brian and flighty Cara makes the surprise Reveal™ very poignant.
The talkback after the show was all about the writers, who are all members of the Pear Writers Guild™®©. The one question of how one becomes a member of the Guild received a cryptic answer which was very close to "you don't". I've wanted to join for years, but have never found the way.
Plenty of time to drive down the block to Starbucks, got a mocha frap and an almond croissant, and waited for Janice, who arrived on time half an hour later. Too windy to sit outside so we sat at the far end of a long table indoors. I did most of the talking this time. Not sure why. She usually has a lot to say about the children of the AA members she mentors. Not this time.
Home, dinner was salad, creamed corn then Ha Gow and a pork bun. Watched some ESPN, saw the last 3 minutes of the Sharks beating the Blues for the second night in a row. After they got the score to 6-3, with a power play, they simply played keep-away for 2 minutes. Humane of them.
Channel surfed to some stupid adventure fishing shows.
Unloaded the dishwasher. Took out the garbage. Flattened and bundled the boxes. The bundle always looks so much less impressive than the pile of boxes did.
That plan to visit Great America's hiring event? The discontinued it, the park opened this weekend. :-(
Plans for tomorrow:
There are indoor plants to water which I missed Saturday
Follow up with the Comcast recruiter
There will probably be feedback from two other recruiters
Research places to move to some more
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