There are so many things I want to do, need to do, and promised to do that it’s not even funny.  My list of tasks is being sorted depending on deadlines, and then being re-sorted depending on how serious those deadlines are.

Do I need to put up new posts on my library’s Tumblr feed?  Yes, but I’m the one who self-imposed those deadlines so if I miss putting up posts on the day I originally planned it won’t be the end of the world.

Do I need to get in my magazine reviews?  Yes, because even though I’m not getting paid for them, I’m a professional and I meet my professional deadlines.  Usually.  And … well, I did write back and ask for extra time since I was going out of the country and the latest book they sent me was so big that I could conceivably kill people by beating them over the head with it.  And I was not lugging that thing back and forth in my suitcase.  But, you know, I’m back from Canada and that big book is still waiting for me to finish it.  And review it.

Do I need to finish re-recording some audio for a project I’m doing with my friends?  Yes.  And since it’s a group project and I don’t want to drag other people down, that gets added importance in the triage process.

Do I need to finish reading books / writing reviews for my book committee?  Absolutely.  But we’ve been so understaffed at work lately that my “off the desk” time when I’d usually be catching up on committee work has been pretty scarce.  And what little downtime I have at work has been spent regrouping and decompressing rather than coming up with coherent thoughts.

Do I want to update my website, my Flickr account, and this poor neglected blog?  Do I want to share photos of our visit to Quebec, as well as our visit to the New York State Fair?  Do I want to share thoughts about library programs, and weeding decisions, and dealing with problem patrons?  Definitely.  But everything I need to do is ahead of what I want to do.  And right now, all I can think of is “What needs to be done FIRST?”

*SIGH*

Updates at some point, Dear Readers …

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After not posting for a month, I announce that I’ll be heading out of town soon.  *SIGH*

My apologies, Dear Readers.  I’ve been juggling too many tasks lately, so more and more stuff has been pushed to the back burner.  Including these blog updates.  My bad.

So, I’ve been keeping very busy reading books and writing reviews.  My latest review book is over 800 pages long!  Okay, it’s in a graphic novel format, but STILL … In addition to my usual reviews — for the magazine and for the library — I’ve had a few “we thought you might like to do this extra thing” commissions.  All of which are coming just as I’m trying to tie up loose ends before we head up to Quebec for a week.  Yikes!  So on the plus side, my name will be out there more, and that will … I dunno, exactly.  Improve my Q rating?  On the minus side, I’m not getting paid for any of this, and my brain is starting to smoke.

I’m also keeping busy playing Pokemon GO (and doing so much walking that I’m getting shin splints) as well as Fallen London on my iPhone.  They are keeping different parts of my brain very busy — the text-based adventure with so much text that it’s like reading (yet another) book, and the game in which I catch bizarre and adorable monsters.

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My boyfriend just retired, so we’re both adjusting to his new schedule.  Nine times out of ten, if I ask him if he needs me to set an alarm for him in the morning, he just gives me a look.  The great thing, of course, is that he has time to DO stuff.  Like take the car to the shop to make sure everything is in working order before the great drive north.  Like go out to dinner with his friends and colleagues (he didn’t want one big retirement party, but that means he’s having a dozen little parties instead!)  Like make me breakfast before I head out to work, fueling my walking-and-Pokemon-hunting time as well as the rest of my day.

Other stuff is … other stuff.  My brother has more ice cream and Italian ices in his freezer than before, which I DID NOT THINK WAS POSSIBLE.  But then again, it *is* ice cream season.

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He also had more cans of Axe Body Spray in his bathroom than … well, how many cans of Axe Body Spray do you think would be in the average frat house?  So, just take that number and round up.

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Seriously, though.  SERIOUSLY.  I mean, is it also Axe Body Spray season?

On the plus side, though, he sometimes exceeds my expectations.  We had a death in the family recently, and while I was afraid he wouldn’t call our cousin to offer his condolences, he actually did it.  Which, for him, is a major achievement since he usually won’t pick up the phone and make a call unless the world is ending (or the microwave is broken).

In other news, I’m keeping busy reading, writing, taking pictures, playing games, watching the Olympics, and listening to podcasts (most recently added: My Dad Wrote a Porno, which you should totally listen to … but NOT at work!)

In not-keeping-busy news, I’ve been utterly failing at updating this blog and updating my website.  Which sucks.  And which I need to improve ASAP, or whenever I’ve finished tying up all the other loose ends.

So, Dear Readers, does anyone have any Quebec-themed suggestions?  We’ll be staying for several days in Quebec City and several days in Montreal.  I’ll take historical suggestions, fun suggestions, poutine suggestions, and anything in between!

 

My boyfriend and I are going to see a live showing of the Comedy Bang Bang! podcast, which was a present I bought for him that was really a present for both of us.

We’ll be taking a tour of the Woolworth building, which was a present he bought for me that … well, you see where this is going.

We’re going out to dinner with the Geek Patrol.

I have several committee meetings, plus my YA Book Club meeting after work.

Now that some of my major work hurdles are finished, I’m catching up with my medical appointments.  This first one is this month, when I’ll see if those “first signs of cataracts” I was warned about last year are developing into the real thing.  Bleah.

Oh, and I might also be doing more class visits, but I’m waiting to hear back from my contacts to see if they can fit me into their schedules.

Plus I have so many review books to read that it’s not even funny!

ETA: AND we’re having a Mother’s Day shindig at my boyfriend’s parents’ house!

Busy, busy, busy, busy …

Today turned out to be my free day, which didn’t make a lot of sense because I just had a whole week off and I’m actually ready to go back to work now.  But it was okay, because I kept thinking about what ELSE I could do with my free time that I don’t usually have time to do.  Get my hair cut?  Do more Christmas shopping?  More food shopping?  All of those things were on the table last night when I set my alarm for 7:10 and asked my boyfriend for a wake-up call at 7:30 to make sure I got up in time to get to each location when it opened so I could beat the crowds.

Now cut to 10am, which is the time I actually rolled out of bed this morning.

Oops.

Well, I spent some time staggering around my apartment, getting caffeine into my system and listening to podcasts.  And then I decided that I wouldn’t write off this day after all, but I’d just channel my energies differently.

Several years ago we put a lot of our stuff into a storage unit.  It was mostly books and videos, but we also put in lots of other stuff, as well.  I’m going to estimate that 90% of it has remained untouched since then.  Oh, we’d visit a couple of times a year to swap out bags of winter clothes and summer clothes, but hundreds of other items just stayed behind.  Then last year we moved from a studio apartment to a two-bedroom apartment, and we fully intended to get all of our stuff out of the storage unit at that time.  But it’s been slow going.  When my boyfriend didn’t have access to a car, we didn’t take anything.  During the warmer months when he borrowed his parents’ car, we would take home a couple of boxes a month, and depending on their contents unpacking could be a swift or lengthy process.

Anyway, we had the contents of several boxes from last week that had to be shelved, plus more boxes from yesterday that we hadn’t even opened yet.  So that’s been my task for the day — unpacking, sorting, and periodically saying things like “Oh my God.  THAT’S where this was?” and “Why on earth did I save this?” and “Wow, I’m going to need to hook up my VCR again!”  Oh, and since I always try to document stuff, I’ve been taking pictures of our storage unit experience, including a bonus shot of Kitty checking out the unpacking process 🙂

Unpacking each of these boxes is kind of fun and kind of weird.  It’s kind of like opening presents, only each of those presents turns out to be a time capsule of who we used to be!

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I am officially down for the count.

I started getting a sore throat and a cough around the middle of the week. At first I thought it was connected to seasonal allergies (I HAVE been doing a lot of walking around in the great outdoors lately).  But by Friday morning I started coughing up green stuff out of my lungs, so now I know I’m fighting an upper respiratory infection.  My weak lungs and I have a history of those, and they always suck.

I had a meeting on Friday morning (I sat in the back of the room and did my best not to share anyone else’s air) and then I went to Whole Foods on my way back home to shop for stuff that would help me repair myself.  Many thanks to Betsy for the Throat Coat herbal tea suggestion; it’s soothing AND tingly, which is a very odd combination.

One of the positive aspects of living in a larger apartment is that now I’m better able to quarantine myself.  The cat has been hanging out in the bedroom, my boyfriend has been hanging out in the living room, and I’ve turned the library into my sick room.  I’ve got an open window on one side and a fan on the other side.  I’m sitting upright on the reclining part of the couch because, much like the Elephant Man, I’m not breathing so well when I lie all the way down.  And I’m spending my day ingesting a series of liquids — mostly herbal tea and soup, with the occasional cup of coffee in between.  I’m also trying to bring down the swelling in my eyes, which are all puffy and bloodshot.  I look like an absolute mess.

I’ll be spending 99% of my day indoors.  The only time I’m going to venture outside today is to help my boyfriend when he brings over our new air conditioner.  I will help him bring it upstairs, help him put it in the window, and then I’ll collapse for the rest of the day.

I was supposed to visit my brother on Sunday, but I’m going to cancel that.  And I’m supposed to go back to work on Monday, but I’ll have to make sure that I’ve progressed out of the “Typhoid Mary” stage first to make sure I don’t spread this plague to the rest of my coworkers.

Bleah.

Saturday I went to work.  After work I came home, my boyfriend made us dinner, and then we had to figure out how to open the box containing my mother’s ashes and divide them into two containers for me and my brother.  We ended up making the transfer over the bathroom sink, and the whole experience was very, very WEIRD.  It was weird enough seeing the box, but it was even weirder opening up and seeing the contents of the box, if that makes sense.

Then this morning I brought one of the containers (the more official one that had her name on it) to my brother’s place.  I put it down on the coffee table in the living room, but within two minutes my brother had picked it up and brought it into her bedroom.

It’s interesting how he chooses to deal with some things but not with others.  For example, I gave him a box of chocolates for Christmas.  He brought them home from my place in the gift bag and put them on the coffee table, where they remained for MONTHS.  As January turned into February I would wonder if he was ever planning to eat them or share them, but I didn’t say anything.  As February turned into March I started to mention to him that he should probably eat them or throw them out.  By the time we got to April I said that he should definitely throw them out because otherwise he was going to attract mice into the apartment again if he left food out in the open.  And by the end of April I just ended up picking up the box and walking past him to go to the incinerator to throw them out.

Okay, okay, it’s not that I deny that my mother’s ashes are more important than a box of chocolates.  But, you know, STILL …

After we were done at my brother’s place, my boyfriend left to fill his own family obligations (taking his father to the barber and going shopping for his mother), while I made a brief detour to the local pharmacy to get pedicure supplies.  If you’re thinking that sounds a little girly for me, you would be correct, Dear Readers.  In fact, my nail-painting period began and ended when I was 18 years old.  I tried it a couple of times, the polish wore off or chipped so quickly that it didn’t seem worth it, so I never bothered again … until now.

The reason I decided to try it again after more than 25 years is because of a horrifying physical defect.  You see, last summer when we were moving to our new apartment I had bumps and bruises all over from dropping things, bumping into furniture, etc.  On the very last day of our move I managed to knock over a tube of my boyfriend’s aftershave that fell from the top of a dresser straight down onto my big toe.  It left a ginormous black bruise under my toenail that I thought would have grown out by now, but it’s been making such slow progress that it’s currently right in the middle of my toenail.  And I wanted to be able to wear sandals without scaring small children or inviting conversations from my creepier patrons.

Well, it turns out that if you google “how to give yourself a pedicure,” you’ll find a lot of helpful information and videos.  There were some supplies that I already owned (epsom salts, pumice stone, nail clippers, moisturizer) but many more that I had to buy (nail polish, cuticle cream, undercoats, overcoats, etc.).  And so, after a process that took WAY longer than I would have liked, my toenails now look … weird.  But at least they’re not terrifying, and that was the major goal.  And tomorrow is definitely looking like sandal weather!

I know, I know.  I’m usually better about posting here semi-regularly, at least.  I’m not sure if I’ve been more busy, or tired, or distracted, or all of the above.  But in any case, while I’m here waiting for the Excedrin Migraine to kick in and washing it down with coffee, I can fill you in on some of the things that have been going on lately. (more…)