Hippo, birdie, two ewes...

... to the lovely and talented lysana!!!! Have a great one!!!

Done Yesterday

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Got to Fry's intending to buy a printer and discovered I hadn't done my homework. :( Came back home and did it, but by then it was late enough, and I was feeling shaky enough, that I didn't go out again.

Felt somewhat ill all day, one way or enother. Some of it undoubtedly a combination of sleep-dep and too much coffee; I felt much better after dinner. None of which explains why I woke up at 3:30am and couldn't get back to sleep. Grump.

I see few items worth bolding, and no emotions noted. Mostly a down day, as I recall. I suppose they'll still happen occasionally. Wonder if it was the Benadryl.

A wasted afternoon

So... Colleen's fistula apparently is connected to her intestine. The visiting nurse made a bunch of calls and eventually she got a call back from the surgeon on call who said to come in to see him.

Of course, he didn't say where to come to, or make an appointment so that anyone knew she was coming, or spell out his name so that she knew who to ask for. She simply assumed that we should go to the pre-op clinic, where we sat around for an hour waiting for the receptionist to get back from lunch and tell us we were in the wrong place. It's at that point that Colleen said we were to "call him from anyplace in the hospital." Except that when we got there, they didn't know either. AAAAACK!

I've discovered three things today, none of which I'm particularly happy about.

The first is that I keep apologizing to Colleen, even for things I had nothing to do with, because I'd rather have her annoyed at me for being over-apologetic than frightened, furious, or freaked-out because I'm annoyed or angry.

The second is that I fall apart when I don't have enough information to deal with a situation where I have to interact with people. One consequence of this is that I tend to double- and triple-check my information. Colleen doesn't, and in addition she seems to have real difficulty distinguishing between what she's actually heard and the details her mind has filled in because she was expecting to hear them.

The third is that, antidepressants or not, I can still get depressed about not being able to handle a situation well.

Meanwhile I've missed most of a day of work, and I'm going to miss the rest because I have an appointment at 4pm to have my elbow looked at.

If I'm really lucky I might have some composure back by then.

Five Things from PocketNaomi

I have asked a couple of people for five Things that they associate with me, to ramble on about in my journal. I extend the same offer to anyone who comments here.

Here are the five things I got from pocketnaomi:

Songwriting

I believe I started making up songs when I was eight or ten years old, but didn't actually write any down until I was in college and found myself rooming with two other guitar players. They would have been classifiable as filksongs if I'd ever heard of such things at the time. I only remember bits of one of them, but was told at the last reunion I went to, a decade ago, that one of those former roommates still sings that and another one, which I had entirely forgotten. I keep them in my computer files now.

It was my involvement with fandom and filk that finally "gave me permission" to write songs, a few of which were worth singing in public. As time goes by I seem to have gotten better at it.

I wrote five songs last year, my most prolific year so far, and more than the previous five years put together. Last year also included my two or three best songs so far.

I have a tendency to write lyrics first; if I start with music it may take years for the tune to attach itself to a suitable lyric.

I've helped teach songwriting at a couple of weekend workshops run by Kathy Mar; I don't claim to be much good at that, but you're welcome to read my notes for the 2007 workshop and draw your own conclusions.

Programming

Programming is, in essence, the art of giving orders to an incredibly fast, incredibly accurate, and moronicly literal-minded demon. As such, it represents a very useful skill for game-players and parents. You will note that I do consider it an art, and in particular a branch of literature. (My degree is in Computer Science, but I feel strongly that any field with the word "science" in its name isn't one.)

Another way of looking at it is to say that the inside of a computer is an alternate universe where magic works: programs are spells, and obey most of the usual laws of magic. They also share with traditional magic the fact that a misspoken spell can wreak untold havoc.

Programming, like reading, is one of those activities I do in a light trance state. When I'm on my game (increasingly rare these days) I occasionally look up from my keyboard after what seems like a short time and wonder why it's suddenly gotten dark outside.

House Parties

Our household has four Saturday parties every year: one in late December or early January celebrating the new year and our anniversary, one in March (the "It's Green!" party, now by long-established tradition the Saturday after Consonance) to celebrate Spring, St. Patrick's Day, and our birthdays, one in June (originally to celebrate the anniversary of Colleen's flower business, but now just for the tradition of it), and one in late October to celebrate Halloween.

We also have an Open House every Wednesday -- these were originally devised by Colleen to make sure that she would have adults to talk to even after our older daughter was born.

The house is also more-or-less open during the entire Winter holiday season; we don't exactly expect guests, but are never surprised if they show up, and occasionally invite them.

Our 25th Anniversary party was remarkable in being the only one for which we hired entertainment -- the members of Golden Bough had been to a few of our previous parties, and we booked them a year in advance to make sure they'd show up. It was also the only one we had to rent chairs for.

Cordwainer Smith

... is/was one of my favorite science fiction authors. The name "Mandelbear" comes in part from a post I made in alt.callahans, and in part from one of my favorite characters, the Middle-Sized Bear, in his story "Mark Elf"; my latest and arguably most autobiographical song is called "A Talk With the Middle-Sized Bear". My first filk song, "The Shores of the Night", was loosely inspired by another of his stories, "The Lady Who SailedThe Soul".

My favorite story of his is probably "The Dead Lady of Clown Town", though it's hard to pick just one. I especially admire him for his imagery and his narrative style; many of his stories are written as if they were popular history, written years -- centuries, in some cases -- after the events they recount. "Drunkboat" is also worthy of mention; its description of the first journey through hyperspace is simply a translation of Arthur Rimbaud's "Le Bateau ivre".

Janis Ian

... is one of my favorite singer-songwriters, and probably the celebrity I would most like to spend a night with -- swapping songs, of course. She's also a long-time science fiction fan, and more recently author. I see from her tour schedule that she's toastmistress at the Nebula Awards banquet this year. I have yet to run into her at a Worldcon; she never goes to the filking.

I have been known to perform one of her songs, "The Last Train", in filk circles and even at a concert or two.

Her website includes lots of good articles on being a songwriter and performer, backed by 40-odd years of experience. Highly recommended.

Voyage to Elbonia

Saw my doctor this afternoon -- he took one look at my elbow and prescribed a 10-day course of cefalexin (Keflex). So Colleen and I are both taking it now; I picked hers up at the same time. Then had to go over to the main pharmacy to pick up the refill of her pain pills, which fall into the general category of Good Drugs.

So much for my 2:00 group meeting. :-(

He was also suitably grumpy about Colleen's misadventure in the surgery clinic this afternoon. Tomorrow she'll make sure she has an actual appointment...