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It’s the start of my four day weekend, and boy do I have plans.  Which means that at least half of them will fall through.  But until they do, here’s what I’ve got going on.

Today: Massage at 2:30.  I’ve been looking at massages too long as a “pampering” thing, when I really need to start seeing them as a medical thing.  My neck and shoulders are bothering me, the TMJ is acting up again, and I think a massage can help with this.  After the massage, I’ll be going to the local bead store and knitting store, both of which are within a mile of the massage place.  I think that was good planning on their parts.  This evening, I’ll take a 13 mile bike ride through the park.

Tomorrow:  Ushering for an off-Broadway show with Eugene.  He is cooking me lunch since the theater is near his house.  I think that’s nice of him.  Then after the theater, off to meet Jordana and Thabiso and Samang in the park for a late afternoon picnic.  And to play with the remote controlled plane Thabs bought “for the baby.”

Sunday: Father’s Day.  I had meant to go to the Youngest’s soccer game, but the sinus infection is coming back and I need to get it taken care of since I’m flying next Friday.  So, 10:30 doctor’s appointment with Dr. Jed, then meeting up with Rick and the Youngest (the Oldest left for Spain with her high school glee club last night) to do whatever Rick wants for the rest of the day.

Monday: There is talk of a beach day.  If not, it will be a “ride around the park, then come home and clean day.”  Beach day is preferable, obviously, but the other one isn’t that bad, either.

For now, I have to find some food and get dressed so I can head out.  I am *so* looking forward to this massage.

At Splash Mountain.

Nuff said.

I’ve been trying all week to think of something to post, but I can’t. Nanner’s tragedy has really thrown me, and I’ve got some personal stuff that I’m working through as well. At this point, all I want to do is sit down and knit and not think about anything.

I’m hoping dinner with Lisa B tonight will help shake me out of the doldrums. We’ll see.

I am tired today, and this is after a 20 oz. Diet Pepsi. It was a long weekend…Saturday I ushered for a play with my friend Eugene, then walked uptown to Knitty City to pick up a couple of these little guys for Jordana and I. Then down to Rick’s to retrieve my Moleskines, through Central Park to the Apple Store for kicks, a swing past St. Patrick’s (also for kicks), and to the subway. 5+ miles in freezing temperatures and high winds, but I did it.

Yesterday I checked the computer, saw it was 20* out, bundled up and went around Prospect Park a couple of times on my bike for 6+ miles. Because I am retarded. Then I went out to see The Good German with my new favorite movie pal, Lisa, did a light dinner with her, and then walked up to Rick’s to watch the football games.

It’s been a busy weekend, and while very fun, not exactly restful. I’m looking forward to crashing tonight when I get home, doing a couple of dramaturgy assignments, and then knitting while watching some crap nanny show – I can never remember which one is on Mondays, but I take a perverse pleasure in watching these out of control children while drinking a beer.

Oh, wait, the radio just reminded me Heroes is on tonight. And while I have previously avoided this show, tonight Chris Eccleston is joining the cast, and we all know how I feel about Chris Eccleston (scroll with it for every time I have mentioned this man).

Torchwood is on YouTube.

“What was that?!?”
“Pterodactyl.”

I was relaxed this weekend. We did some shopping (Yes, I bought stuff at the bead store and used a credit card. There is a method to this madness, I just can’t reveal it yet.), we did some hiking, we watched some movies, and Julie got some knitting done. Then we came home and Rick and I went out to dinner and saw Notes on a Scandal. My weekend was, as Bridget Jones would write, v. good.

And then I came into work and while it’s not even remotely hectic here, not to the extent that it can be, I can feel my relaxation ebbing away from me. I’m going over to the school’s track at lunch to walk a couple of miles and hopefully get into a happy mindset. Or at least reach that zen place where I don’t care if I’m at work or not.

I’m really looking forward to the vacation I’m taking next month, when I will do jack besides hang out and be happy that I’m not working for 6 days.

ETA: I take it back. I’ve had a psycopath in this office not once but twice this morning yelling and carrying on. He has also emailed me. I think I’ve managed to calm him down, but DAMN. Going out to walk now. I need it.

ETA #2: I walked 2.7 miles on my lunch hour. And psycopath is now emailing my boss complaining about my and my staff. It’s a good thing everyone knows he’s a freakshow. I think he just negated the benefits of my walk.

I found the Filter CD tonight, just when I started thinking “Shit, did I lose it in the last move? Or the one before that?” It was in a U2 CD case with my Gangs of New York soundtrack. Because where else would it be?

So in addition to that technological miracle, we have a miracle on the knitting front. Mom’s Faroese Peaks Shawl (otherwise known as the Faroese Fuhgeddaboudit because some masochist designed it to increase in size with every other row and end up with 525 stitches on the needles), which looked like this when you last saw it in February:

Now looks like this (pictures behind the cut, because holy hell did I go photo happy to celebrate this one – and Mom, if you look, you’re just ruining your own surprise, now aren’t you?): View full article »

Considering that I haven’t updated my blog in days, it must be wrong that I am getting pissed that no one else has, either, and that I therefore don’t have any new fun posts to read while I continue the Massive iTunes Upload of 2006.

“Pot? This is Kettle. You’re black.”

PS – I’m now up to The Rolling Stones in the Upload. And yes, my CDs are alphabetized. SUCK IT.