It’s 4am and I am wide awake and doing things. I figure there will be time for naps later, since I took the day off. Still, thanks body, for refusing to let the patriarchy control your biorhythms!
I think it was the taco dream that woke me up. I was reading through this book of taco recipes yesterday at work and thinking how good they would be, but talked myself out of Chipotle after work because my last meal there was kind of tasteless and forgettable. I want delicious fewds! I fixed something at home instead. But I now know that unfulfilled taco cravings will wake you up just as surely as repeat performances from their actual ingestion!
In my dream, I realize that the man I am flirting with is not only a talented yoga instructor, but also makes a mean guacamole. And he’s cute. And also, I know him already. And he wants to cook for me. And he doesn’t mind my garlic breath. Overwhelmed by this opportunity, I wake up sans yoga instructor, tacos, and guacamole.
Mornings are hard.
I overdid things yesterday – long bike ride before work, school visit, info desk at night. Felt like I’d been run over by the time I got home. Woke up and couldn’t face doing it again. My health feels fragile (especially with half our staff coming down with the plague). So I’ve been home knitting scales and watching every flavor of Alice in Wonderland that I’ve been able to borrow through the library. I’m about to start #4.
The first one was a play production with a very young Meryl Streep (she wears pink overalls and has frizzy hair and sings and dances). The man who plays the Cheshire Cat is also fantastic. And the Queen of Hearts has a blood red swishy dress that’s just divine. It’s kind of gloomy and weird (the music isn’t anywhere near as catchy as the Disney version), but I enjoyed seeing something new.
I also watched theTV version with Whoopi Goldberg as the Cheshire Cat. This was one I thought was a favorite, but it seems that’s no longer the case. The Alice in this version is so anxious about performing a piece at her parents’ afternoon tea that she runs away to Wonderland where the denizens help her out with her self confidence. I did like that the Wonderland people and creatures were all guests from the tea party back in the real world.
#3 was the Disney one, and so far I like it the best. The music is good, and their Alice is confident and comfortable being dreamy and with nonsense. There’s still that tension between her growing up and staying a child, but she’s less hesitant than some of the other Alices. Plus she talks to Dinah and expects a response.
I’m about to start “Jan Svankmajer’s Alice & Darkness Light Darkness,” which I don’t think I’ve seen before.
I was going to go out and get some things at the store, but it’s started to snow. So…I have put some ingredients in the bread machine and the oven and I’m letting these appliances do their magic.
Totally unrelated to anything: I downloaded a new browser for my phone – UC browser. It has a little squirrel icon with mysterious tattoos. So far I like it.
of my diminishing attention span:
This morning I got dressed and put on a bra, then started to put on another one on top of the first. I guess you can never have too much support. Halfway through this I stopped and looked at the mess o’ bras and thought, “Hey, now. That’s a lot of bras.” Everything is fine here now.
“We want to be loved. Failing that, admired; failing that, feared; failing that, hated and despised. At all costs we want to stir up some sort of feeling in others. The soul abhors a vacuum. At all costs it longs for contact.” (as quoted in “My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry,” by Fredrik Backman; from “Doctor Glas,” by Hjalmar Söderberg)
my OKC profile today. Completely. It was as satisfying as creating it. I got a message from OKC saying they’d removed a photo that some schumck deemed inappropriate. I can’t even remember what I had up there that didn’t fit their guidelines…maybe the picture of my toolbelt? (It’s waist down.) I do find it irritating that someone felt the need to be an asshole about it, though. Why would anyone care? People with too much time on their hands. Anyway, that won’t be a problem anymore! I have fixed it permanently. And some day there will be some new thing and new way to connect with people. Maybe one that’s more satisfying (OKC hasn’t been that now for a long time). Later, gators.
I saved all the calories for cheese today. Cheeeeese.
But definitely not hot.
I’ve been trying to fix this problem with my bank and a statement I’m supposed to be able to access online, except that they made it impossible to do so when they deleted the account (which was closed earlier this month). I should point out that they emailed me AFTER the account had been closed to tell me that the statement was there.
I figured they could just mail me a copy. To my house. The street address of which they have on file. So I messaged them through my account’s message center and got a response back a couple of days later saying that they aren’t able to deal with those kinds of issues online.
Really, what kind of issues CAN they deal with online? I’ve already had to go in once this month to close that account. This online banking is supposed to make my life EASIER, not more complicated. Plus I have to talk to a banker every time and they feel compelled to try to upsell me on all kinds of crap that I don’t want.
So, I may have screamed a lot internally, because I have a headache now. I didn’t even know how to respond to this. Finally I wrote back, “That’s ridiculous.” Because it is.
Partof the reason I’m furious is that as a librarian, I would bend over backwards (and have!) to help someone resolve something like this. And they could totally send me an email to initiate the process.
I detest you, bank. And I have for a long time. Moving on.