51/17: In a Pinch.. OW!
Sep. 29th, 2024 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphSaturday I finally got my laundry done. I couldn't believe the room was actually available, but there it was, and only one car was in a parking spot, so it was unlikely I'd be disturbed. It was hot, and I had a lot of stuff to wash, so it was exhausting, but I managed to get all the way through the clothing and bath and kitchen linens. I was too tired to attempt any of the bedding, so that will wait until I get lucky again.
The laundry wasn't done until well after nightfall, so dinner had to wait as well. Eating often puts me to sleep, so I didn't want to risk an unintentional nap with stuff in the washer or dryer. Dinner, alas, wasn't worth waiting for. It did not turn out well, and I've got more of the same stuff for later meals. I'll probably try different means of preparation, but I'm not optimistic that those upcoming meals will be more than marginally better, if that.
It's been nice having some cooler days and seriously cooler nights, but this mildness will be coming to an end soon. October is going to start with a heat wave, and three triple-digit high days are upcoming, along with several in the high nineties. The nights will all get down into the sixties, but not as far down as I'd like. My October utility bill will not be as small as I'd hoped, but at least the second week of the month will bring gradual cooling, and after that we can hope for more of the mere balminess which we have enjoyed recently.
I don't know what the deal is with my fingertips, but they are the latest part of my person to give me a bad time. It started some days ago with a tingling, semi-numbness, as when some part "goes to sleep" (there's probably a medical term for that sensation, but the colloquial expression is all I know.) That proceeded to the top layer of skin just going dead on me, getting dry and shiny, and then to begin peeling off, as though it had been sunburned.
I cant recall having done anything to my fingers that would have caused such damage, but there it is. Last night I cut an onion and the onion juice stung, and then I cut some garlic and that was even worse. In fact it produced an intense burning, and I had to repeatedly rinse my hands under running water to ameliorate it. My fingertips are now highly sensitive to pressure, and that makes typing very difficult. As soon as I'm done with the keyboard I intend to put some ointment on them, but I have no idea what I'll do with the rest of the day without the full use of my fingers.
Sunday Verse
by Wendy Cope
1. HE TELLS HER
He tells her that the earth is flat —
He knows the facts, and that is that.
In altercations fierce and long
She tries her best to prove him wrong,
But he has learned to argue well.
He calls her arguments unsound
And often asks her not to yell.
She cannot win. He stands his ground.
The planet goes on being round.
2. YOUR MOTHER KNOWS
Your mother knows the earth's a plane
And, challenged, sheds a martyr's tear.
God give her strength to bear this pain —
A child who says the world's a sphere.
Challenged, she sheds a martyr's tear.
It's bad to make your mother cry
By telling her the world's a sphere.
It's very bad to tell a lie.
It's bad to make your mother cry.
It's bad to think your mother odd.
It's very bad to tell a lie.
All this has been ordained by God.
It's bad to think your mother odd.
The world is round. That's also true.
All this has been ordained by God.
It's hard to see what you can do.
The world is round. That must be true.
She's praying, hoping you will change.
It's hard to see what you can do.
Already people find you strange.
She's praying, hoping you will change.
You're difficult. You don't fit in.
Already people find you strange.
You know your anger is a sin.
You're difficult. You don't fit in.
God give her strength to bear this pain.
You know your anger is a sin.
Your mother knows the earth's a plane.
The laundry wasn't done until well after nightfall, so dinner had to wait as well. Eating often puts me to sleep, so I didn't want to risk an unintentional nap with stuff in the washer or dryer. Dinner, alas, wasn't worth waiting for. It did not turn out well, and I've got more of the same stuff for later meals. I'll probably try different means of preparation, but I'm not optimistic that those upcoming meals will be more than marginally better, if that.
It's been nice having some cooler days and seriously cooler nights, but this mildness will be coming to an end soon. October is going to start with a heat wave, and three triple-digit high days are upcoming, along with several in the high nineties. The nights will all get down into the sixties, but not as far down as I'd like. My October utility bill will not be as small as I'd hoped, but at least the second week of the month will bring gradual cooling, and after that we can hope for more of the mere balminess which we have enjoyed recently.
I don't know what the deal is with my fingertips, but they are the latest part of my person to give me a bad time. It started some days ago with a tingling, semi-numbness, as when some part "goes to sleep" (there's probably a medical term for that sensation, but the colloquial expression is all I know.) That proceeded to the top layer of skin just going dead on me, getting dry and shiny, and then to begin peeling off, as though it had been sunburned.
I cant recall having done anything to my fingers that would have caused such damage, but there it is. Last night I cut an onion and the onion juice stung, and then I cut some garlic and that was even worse. In fact it produced an intense burning, and I had to repeatedly rinse my hands under running water to ameliorate it. My fingertips are now highly sensitive to pressure, and that makes typing very difficult. As soon as I'm done with the keyboard I intend to put some ointment on them, but I have no idea what I'll do with the rest of the day without the full use of my fingers.
Sunday Verse
Differences of Opinion
by Wendy Cope
1. HE TELLS HER
He tells her that the earth is flat —
He knows the facts, and that is that.
In altercations fierce and long
She tries her best to prove him wrong,
But he has learned to argue well.
He calls her arguments unsound
And often asks her not to yell.
She cannot win. He stands his ground.
The planet goes on being round.
2. YOUR MOTHER KNOWS
Your mother knows the earth's a plane
And, challenged, sheds a martyr's tear.
God give her strength to bear this pain —
A child who says the world's a sphere.
Challenged, she sheds a martyr's tear.
It's bad to make your mother cry
By telling her the world's a sphere.
It's very bad to tell a lie.
It's bad to make your mother cry.
It's bad to think your mother odd.
It's very bad to tell a lie.
All this has been ordained by God.
It's bad to think your mother odd.
The world is round. That's also true.
All this has been ordained by God.
It's hard to see what you can do.
The world is round. That must be true.
She's praying, hoping you will change.
It's hard to see what you can do.
Already people find you strange.
She's praying, hoping you will change.
You're difficult. You don't fit in.
Already people find you strange.
You know your anger is a sin.
You're difficult. You don't fit in.
God give her strength to bear this pain.
You know your anger is a sin.
Your mother knows the earth's a plane.
