||[Jan. 31st, 2011|01:59 am]
It's time for an update. |
I've got a pretty long note of things I want to talk about today. Hmm, although looking over the list now most of the stuff no longer seems important/interesting enough to bring up.
Well, let's just see where I go with what I got and what new stuff I may add along the way.
First of all, the bad/sad news. I went to the funeral of the woman I called "The other daughter" Saturday night. Memories of her have been bubbling around in my head since then. She and I disagreed often, a fair number of those memories brought emotions best left in the past.
Also, general thoughts of the frailty of human existence were in that bubbling memory mix.
Ah, the short, bright day leading into that long, dark night ...
In lighter news, It looks like the bamboo I thought I kill may survive as a shadow of its former self. The top 4 to 5 inches are dead and withering away, however the one small side branch has put out a new sprout, and the main ... trunk? (do bamboos have trunks?) has gone from a pale yellowish color to a more greenish yellow.
Oh, I need to call the vet for a couple reasons. First I'm out of the monthly heart worm preventive med's I give Fawn. Also, while I'm pretty sure she's not due for her yearly shots till July, the vet mailed me a notice that they are due. I've got to ask about that. And, finally she's scratched one ear bloody. I think I need one of those collars that look like a megaphone to prevent her from scratching her head so that ear can heal. I'm not sure where I'll find the money, but I'll figure out something prob.
Speaking of money, I know I can't afford to take the city up on it, but I got a letter about a matching grant program for home repair/improvements. If I send them an estimate by a reputable contractor for work on my house and they think it will improve the value of my house (and neighborhood), then they'll pay half the of the price listed on the estimate to get the work done. I can't afford even half the cost of any of the work my house desperately needs.
Oh, I got a bit of a laugh the other day.
One of the celebrities I follow on twitter posted that he "walked into Kimmel, literally."
For a moment I read that he walked into Klimt, and I was worried he somehow got close enough to damage one of the Adele Bloch-Bauer paintings for a split second, but the "Lady in Gold" et aliae are just fine as it was Jimmy Kimmel that he bumped into and not one of Klimt's masterpieces.
On the Esperanto front, I wrote to a South Korean guy who wants to practice his English and is fluent in Esperanto. Basically I said I know English and want to practice my Esperanto. Let's write to each other.
My letter was a bit longer than that of course, and I wrote it in both English and Esperanto. I was surprised that while I did have to look up some Esperanto words for the translation, most of what I translated I did off the top of my head. I didn't think I was skilled enough for that.
Next? Oh, the con letter!
I received an 8 page snail-mail letter earlier this week that started out; "William, please forgive us, but we have just taken a closer look at your profile. It turns out you're more special than any of us imagined! Did you know that you posses some very rare, hidden traits? In fact, there is a famous person (someone you would instantly recognize, he's on TV every night) who possesses these same special, incredibly rare traits ..."
I read that first paragraph, then skipped to page 8 to see how the story ended. I had until the 28th of January to send my free reply and join their exclusive super-secret group. oh, darn. I won't be able to get the 56 page package containing all their secrets which would be completely free to me.
I know too many secrets now anyway -- no matter what you people do, don't ask me about either Jimmy Hoffa or Helen Brach! ;)
Finally, it's not a secret that I like poker. I've been looking over the new home game option that pokerstars now offers. I like the concept of being able to have your own private games with only friends you invite to join. My only problem is I don't know enough people interested in playing poker to have my own pokerstars home game.
Well, maybe I can get Jimmy, Helen, and Elvis to join. Oh, wait, forget I typed that!