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Travel Comp

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This time, I should remember to claim comp time for both ends of the trip. Today and next Saturday (or Monday and Wednesday, as they will be claimed on my timesheets) are allowed to be treated as days when I worked, so as to allow me two extra days off down the road.

Not that I would use those anytime soon – I’ve already pretty much abandoned the normal system of comp time, since I almost never take off the time extra accumulated. Many sick leave days taken off this past month, so perhaps any travel comp time or regular comp time might come in handy to fill in if this trip hits me like most others have the past few years, confining me to my bed to recover from travel stress and stray viral nasties after return.

Meanwhile, I still have not yet completed the paperwork for the approval for this trip, even after making my best effort ever to get everything done in advance. The government travel system hates me! I’ve already wasted over four hours struggling to try to set up expenses for what ought to have been the simplest trip I’ve done since joining the government. They ought to give me extra comp time for that!

  Checklist
■ – Cat litter boxes cleaned
■ – Roll up foyer rug
■ – Network cable; business computer docking equipment
■ – Boarding passes printed; hotel information
■ – Phone and equipment chargers
■ – Government ID
■ – BP monitor
■ – Pills
 
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Written by macheide

30 May 2009 at 5:05 am

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on patronage

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passenger, th reb driving us up th expressway through heavy traffic. one car sped past us to th right, driving between cars where there was not even a lane

exiting. i pointed in th direction th expressway continued, past th collonade, but th reb said she first had business to attend to back at bmc. th campus was buzzing with new students preparing for th new school year. i saw two with capes, recalling th capes we used to wear

i was wishing i had remembered to bring my camera so i could take pictures for you to see of places i remembered. we went into th old library, th reb stopping by a desk to sign up for some mentoring program. it turned out that it was not th reb, but kelly, engaging th receptionist and several students in active conversation over last night’s basketball playoff game

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Written by macheide

30 May 2009 at 4:04 am

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The Expected vs the Unexpected

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I never had a particular moment of moving out from my childhood home. For over a year before whatever night might be fingered as my last, I had been living out on the country roads, alone, night after night after night, day after day. I would appear at the house just long enough so as not to arouse the suspicions of my father – who was spending most of his free time dating the woman he would make his third wife. But I ate and slept and lived out on my own, with no particular place where I ever stayed for very long. Perhaps not homeless in the harshest sense that some seem to pride themselves as having experienced. But I do know how it feels to have nobody caring for me at all.

Did I expect that of any of my subsequent relationships? To be cared for?

Caring and love, I do feel strongly, and appreciate. But the year when I was completely alone and recognizing no home – as well as the years before and after that year, when I spent so many hours living the same solitary lifestyle – never led me to any longing of being cared for, no. If anything, I felt all the stronger my lifelong paranoia for the day when I might be unable to care for myself at all, when everything is taken care of for me.

Being cared for is an unexpected part of my life. I don’t mean to disrespect it or offend it or shove it away by saying so. It simply has never been anything I expected of a relationship.

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28 May 2009 at 11:38 pm

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Stroke Bait

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Stress, ain’t it a bitch! Got me feeling funny enough early yesterday afternoon to check my bp, which actually turned out to be rather lower than it felt. But did keep climbing despite extra medication. And today, has still been a struggle.

Doc is upping my new meds. Now, if we can just figure out how to reduce the stress.

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27 May 2009 at 6:08 pm

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Slow Start to Summer

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Been up since just before 5am, started Memorial Day out on some light reading and listening to Dylan start his 69th year, nothing demanding any immediate attention.
 
Temperatures are expected to reach 95°, and I’m still sensitive to the sun from the antibiotics, but a morning plunge launches the season comfortably. Water’s good already.
 
Jayden’s mother is on the way back from her vacation. Jenny drives back in from Dallas. I’ll crisscross them with hotel reservations for the upcoming right of conference. Otherwise, the schedule just calls for relaxation. Nothing to be busy over. Look for me to be back in the pool a few more times before moving from the holiday into summer.
 
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25 May 2009 at 9:05 am

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Jayden Laden

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We’ve got Jayden for the entire Memorial Day weekend! And he’s been pretty good about doing without his mommy, who’s taking a break up on the river.

After a good night of sleep his first overnighter with us, here we’re ready to enjoy the sunny Sunday morning in our local park, where he will deliver his first complete sentence, “I get the ball.”

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24 May 2009 at 10:01 am

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Tess Strested

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Had myself stress tested today. Just about froze both shoulders back up solid holding a stretch intolerably long for the pix of my heart. Got injected with Technetium Tc99m Tetrofosmin while on the treadmill exercising my poor lungs to their short-range pneumonia-struck limit. Sat around a lot waiting to see if I’d have an allergic reaction to the injection. Tried to relax, tried to look unstressed.

There were half a dozen local banks in line in front of me. They got their federal bail-out TARP money before they could hold out their hands from stuffing bonus checks into their pockets. As if those bankers even had hearts to snap pix of, duh.

All I got was a bandage where they stuck the needle in.

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20 May 2009 at 3:10 pm

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WSJ Syndrome

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wsj090514aToday for a spell, as indicated in the red ellipse on this screenshot, the Dow Jones Industrial Average was unavailable on the Wall Street Journal website subscriber edition’s home page. As if that weren’t outrageous enough, the index was just as AWOL from any of the immediately accessible pages under the “Markets” tab, on this screenshot circled in blue.

Um, the website for the premier publication of Dow Jones & Company makes its subscribers wander off to some other non-Dow website to get an update on its most famous equity index?!?

Then again, why is that not really all that unexpected? Sooner or later, everything the WSJ touches – even its own most treasured index – suffers from the WSJ syndrome.

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Written by macheide

14 May 2009 at 8:36 pm

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Pneumonia Mania

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Eh, I had to get in to see my doctor anyway. I hadn’t been sleeping well for the better part of April, and my blood pressure had been giving me diastolic numbers as high as the mid-120s. Took a hacking cough to send me on in.

For most of the appointment, my doc seemed more interested in the blood pressure than in the cough. But did order up a chest x-ray, along with various other tests (including an echocardiogram). Then called back to inform me I had pneumonia. Gave me a prescription for Levaquin. Ordered me to rest.

That hacking cough. Chest pain. Seriously short of breath. Aching joints. Vertigo. Fatigue. And even beyond the fatigue, absolutely zero energy.

So I took sick leave last Thursday and Friday, together with today. Probably will take tomorrow off too, and I left a voice mail with Bill R that I’d be unable to meet him at Bush Intercontinental tomorrow afternoon as he passes through town. I do have a major meeting in the office this Wednesday and Thursday, with attendees coming in from both ends of the country, but will likely attend no more than 2 hours each day, and will skip Thursday altogether if Wednesday proves to be too exhausting.

But with Amlodipine added to my bp meds, I haven’t had so much as a shred of a headache for the past week. Besides, at least I’m not oinking.

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Written by macheide

11 May 2009 at 6:34 pm

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on how far down

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up th shoreline people were said to be testing th ocean’s water, although it was still too early in th season, too cold. i was delayed trying to find my swimming suit, then with darkness approaching only had time to step out on th stone pier outside our building

th water was dark and raging, very ferocious waves, low ominous clouds, some nearby boats struggling to keep from going under. everyone was being called in for th end of th day’s swimming. i turned to go in, hesitated, then decided to take at least one quick dip first. at th edge of th stone pier, i could see a tier that appeared to be about 6 feet underwater. i jumped in to land on that tier, planning to rebound off it straight back out of th water

my feet never found th tier. th water was sharply cold at first, but quickly my body adjusted, so i could still feel th extreme chill like a bubble around me, but felt no cold within my body. i sank further and further down, very far before deciding i’d better start swimming back toward th top before my breath was exhausted. stroke, stroke, stroke – i could see th distant lights at th surface but it became increasingly obvious how very far down i’d gone as i continued stroking to rise. made it to th surface at exactly my final breath’s reach – would not have been able to do a single further stroke, but i had been exactly on target for how far down i could have gone before starting back

several friends helped pull me up onto th pier, they’d been concerned about whether i would make it, but had been too fearful of th dark water to attempt jumping in to help me

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Written by macheide

11 May 2009 at 4:04 am

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