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December 17, 1996
I ran into QI at Dunkin Donuts this morning. He asked me in serious, ponderous academic tones: "I remember it was raining on Friday, was it raining on Thursday too?" I answered: "I think so. Was it raining on Wednesday?" We couldn't decide whether it had been raining on Wednesday or not, but it has definitely been raining since Thursday. The last nice day I remember was a week ago Sunday. But surely we've seen the sun since then. QI is grumpy. I'm grumpy. My therapist is grumpy. I ask her if it was raining on Wednesday. She thinks it was. I tell her it will never stop. It will rain forever and ever until all land mass in the valley is submerged. And then some.
In the general grayness of it all, I find it hard to get anything done.
I finally talked to the insurance company and got the address of where I am supposed to take my car to be appraised and the magic number I am supposed to tell them. Only thing I don't have is troll woman's name, make and model of car, and insurance company. Duh. I need to get the report from the Portsmouth, RI police. Like I want to go anywhere near Portsmouth, RI again. (The reason I keep putting RI there is to distinguish it from Portsmouth, New Hampshire, which is what everybody around here means when they say Portsmouth.).
Got all the beanie babies on Andrea's Xmas list yesterday. Julie tipped me off that the Sandpiper Shop had them cheaper than Learning Express and they had more of them in stock, and all I had to do was ask for them by name, not hunt through stacks and piles like I did in Learning Express. It's nice to have a network of folks looking out for me. Now, what to get Elizabeth?
About yesterday's entry: I just couldn't seem to write and the photos seemed to sum it all up. I actually lightened the Main Street at 2:00 PM shot so it didn't seem quite as gloomy as the reality.
My umbrella is in the trunk of the car. I am afraid to open the trunk for fear it won't close again. Darn rear-enders.
I finally ran into David on Friday and thanked him for organizing the poetry festival. I still haven't written about it.
I reorganized my bookmark file and weeded out a lot of strange stuff but then filled it up with courses/grad programs/field trips in marine biology/biological oceanography.
I feel some kind of obligation to make this entry interesting but can't organize a thought to save my life. Organize a thought? Like trying to herd cats.
Haven't connected with Mr. Save the Harbor. Have registered for the seal and waterfowl cruise out of Hyannis on the 29th (a birthday gift for Nancy whose birthday is on the 22nd).
Can't seem to locate that darned Xmas spirit. Where did I put it? Is it in the basement mildewing? Did I leave it a Mom's? at Kevin's? I hope I didn't drop into Narragansett Bay?
Starbucks has not played the awful Xmas tape since I complained. Laurel says she has a shrine to me in her house. They're still giving me free refills. Almost too much coffee.
I fiddled with a picture I took of gulls sitting on a fence in Newburyport, using Adobe Photo Deluxe (no I haven't sprung for Photshop yet) and made a really nice impressionist painting out of it. I wanted to just put that as today's entry but it's 141K so I think I'll let it sit here on the Mac for awhile until I decide what if anything to do with it.
OK, you can stop the rain dance now, OK? OK?