ding-dong, the car is dead
Friday, Trish's last day off, Car-girl saw us at the Perky Pam Layout & cancelled driving practice until Saturday. Then it turned out yesterday (Saturday) that the car wouldn't start, so Trish had to make a last-minute call to Car-girl.
Once Trish left, I checked out scifiweekly.com, to see what's new in the way of both skiffy & the real thing. Not that I can read anymore. I made it about 1/2-way thru that C.J. Cherryh book & let it die. It was entertaining, to an extent, but failed to hold my interest sufficiently to finish the thing.
I experimented with the Critters page, enlarging the font in order to allow me to read the text files. They go off the screen at the edges. I experimented with using copy & paste into MS-Word, but with the formatting lost, I had trouble getting the guy's stuff to paste into the window at Outlook Express. The ^p in the text files tended to break up lines of quoted material. I'll stay in Critters as long as I can, but perhaps should remember that I already have an MA & could therefore be teaching writing, not having snot-nosed DARE brats calling members of the Native American Church "junkies" or idiots who can't read calling the Noc-Lar's agency "loopholes in the plot & unbelievable characters". Perhaps I really just need to write something other than SF.
That's why I'm working so hard on Mindstorm. Yesterday, I finished 2 more chapters, & am rapidly nearing 2 of the additions that aren't in the iUniverse version. The only good thing publishing with them did was to force me to do another draft.
So once I finished the 2 ch. I called Fred. I invited him over in order to jam on the keyboard & that little guitar he brought over. I also asked him to pick Trish up, even though it's good walking weather. When he found out that the car wasn't starting, he brought over his battery charger. We left it on overnight & will know around 10:00 this Sunday morning (he has to sing in Church, but is coming over in between Masses) whether the machine needs a new part.
We had chicken for supper. The meat baked while Trish watched her new Aerosmith DVD. Kimothy came over while we were eating, so I made 3 signs: "busy, eat, later". Trish was fairly disturbed by the visit, & decided we should ask her to call first before she comes over, as she keeps stoppin by at inconvenient times. I tried calling her a couple times before bedtime, but couldn't reach her. Trish wants me to ask Pam to intervene, but I want to wait until I've tried the phone a couple times.
Then on top of me being Cranky Bear on my new meds, Trish & I argued a couple times last night, & I think that I see hints of the old Trish coming back, in spite of the recent med change -- & further changes may need to be made. Karen & Cheri both noticed a quivering jaw, a possible sign of tardive dyskenesia. I talked it over with Dominique at Western Drug, & she said that we could either add Cogentin -- which Trish doesn't like -- or switch her to Ambilify or Zyprexa, albeit she was taken off Zyprexa a long time ago. I said that I'd mention it to the doctor the next time we saw her. At this point, I don't want to scare Trish. December will be here soon enough, & I'm optimistic that there are treatment options.
As for myself, I find the Abilify to be not unlike an OD of Artane, & though the clarity of my writing is improving, I seem to be Cranky Bear sometimes, when I'm frustrated. I try so hard to be patient with Trish, but she isn't always patient with me. I love my Bumble Bee Girl, & want only the best for her, but am scared that her temper has shown minor flare-ups. Maybe I'm over-concerned 'cause of the way it became so bad that I had to kick her out. In any case, we've certainly got to give the meds more of a chance to work. We're married now, & we're not getting a divorce -- Trish had a dream the other night that I divorced her for Kim, & I think therein resides a lot of the anxiety she had last night. Kim isn't as cute as Trish & doesn't understand either skiffy or SF, so I'm keeping my baby.
Once Trish left, I checked out scifiweekly.com, to see what's new in the way of both skiffy & the real thing. Not that I can read anymore. I made it about 1/2-way thru that C.J. Cherryh book & let it die. It was entertaining, to an extent, but failed to hold my interest sufficiently to finish the thing.
I experimented with the Critters page, enlarging the font in order to allow me to read the text files. They go off the screen at the edges. I experimented with using copy & paste into MS-Word, but with the formatting lost, I had trouble getting the guy's stuff to paste into the window at Outlook Express. The ^p in the text files tended to break up lines of quoted material. I'll stay in Critters as long as I can, but perhaps should remember that I already have an MA & could therefore be teaching writing, not having snot-nosed DARE brats calling members of the Native American Church "junkies" or idiots who can't read calling the Noc-Lar's agency "loopholes in the plot & unbelievable characters". Perhaps I really just need to write something other than SF.
That's why I'm working so hard on Mindstorm. Yesterday, I finished 2 more chapters, & am rapidly nearing 2 of the additions that aren't in the iUniverse version. The only good thing publishing with them did was to force me to do another draft.
So once I finished the 2 ch. I called Fred. I invited him over in order to jam on the keyboard & that little guitar he brought over. I also asked him to pick Trish up, even though it's good walking weather. When he found out that the car wasn't starting, he brought over his battery charger. We left it on overnight & will know around 10:00 this Sunday morning (he has to sing in Church, but is coming over in between Masses) whether the machine needs a new part.
We had chicken for supper. The meat baked while Trish watched her new Aerosmith DVD. Kimothy came over while we were eating, so I made 3 signs: "busy, eat, later". Trish was fairly disturbed by the visit, & decided we should ask her to call first before she comes over, as she keeps stoppin by at inconvenient times. I tried calling her a couple times before bedtime, but couldn't reach her. Trish wants me to ask Pam to intervene, but I want to wait until I've tried the phone a couple times.
Then on top of me being Cranky Bear on my new meds, Trish & I argued a couple times last night, & I think that I see hints of the old Trish coming back, in spite of the recent med change -- & further changes may need to be made. Karen & Cheri both noticed a quivering jaw, a possible sign of tardive dyskenesia. I talked it over with Dominique at Western Drug, & she said that we could either add Cogentin -- which Trish doesn't like -- or switch her to Ambilify or Zyprexa, albeit she was taken off Zyprexa a long time ago. I said that I'd mention it to the doctor the next time we saw her. At this point, I don't want to scare Trish. December will be here soon enough, & I'm optimistic that there are treatment options.
As for myself, I find the Abilify to be not unlike an OD of Artane, & though the clarity of my writing is improving, I seem to be Cranky Bear sometimes, when I'm frustrated. I try so hard to be patient with Trish, but she isn't always patient with me. I love my Bumble Bee Girl, & want only the best for her, but am scared that her temper has shown minor flare-ups. Maybe I'm over-concerned 'cause of the way it became so bad that I had to kick her out. In any case, we've certainly got to give the meds more of a chance to work. We're married now, & we're not getting a divorce -- Trish had a dream the other night that I divorced her for Kim, & I think therein resides a lot of the anxiety she had last night. Kim isn't as cute as Trish & doesn't understand either skiffy or SF, so I'm keeping my baby.
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