Dreamed I was walking around in my nightshirt, carrying a couple of small items I'd forgotten to pay for. I saw geckoman
and said "hi" and waved. Then I remembered I hadn't paid for the book -- a volume of The Science Fiction Hall of Fame
that I'd never seen before -- so I turned around. I was now behind geckoman
. He did some stretching sort of thing, twiddling his fingers by his sides, and all the bystanders on the path did the same thing, with much merriment. He turned, and they all stopped a split second before he could see them. He turned away again, and they went back to aping his movements gleefully. Soon after that I woke up.
Sarah was upset driving home from the pool early in the week, because it was getting dark. When we got home she was still upset, so I suggested a flashlight for her in the car. Next day was a half day for her, so we shopped for flashlights at Target, along with other necessities for the upcoming snowy season. I settled on the lowest-price generator lights. She reminded me we have two cars, so we got two.
Raking continues. As I was corralling leaves, I noticed several sticks under the tree out front. Looking up, I saw that the big limb up high that was holding on by an inch of bark was now several feet lower and, presumably, is now being held up by force up habit plus a network of smaller branches. Don't anybody walk under my tree.
I'm no longer "blind" on LJ. I never managed to install Flash 9, but something -- perhaps activating components of my Adobe CS2 Suite -- seems to have done it for me. Relief.
Meanwhile, I can't find the install disks for Quark, so even though I found all my application backups, I can't make Quark save. It will print, including making PDFs, but it brands them with an obnoxious message. I can take it out in Illustrator, letter by letter (if I take it out in Acrobat, removing the last letter reflows the rest of the text in an intolerable way). This is tedious. So to hell with Quark. I'm now struggling to learn InDesign, whose guiding principle was to do everything differently from Quark. My sister recommended a book that puts the two programs side by side and explains how to make the transition, so Cathy ordered a copy and paid $7 more so I could read it online. I've been reading it online, but because the Amazon reader only shows single pages, I can't compare the features the way the book was intended to do. I could print the book -- one page at a time -- but the resulting printed pages show small print as illegible hieroglyphs. Needless to say, I can't save the file, either.
We went out for sushi last night at Shiki, confirming that it's the best I've found around here so far, albeit pricey. On the way home, Sarah was upset about it getting dark, even with the flashlight. I expect she really is upset, though this would also fit in neatly with her ongoing campaign against going anywhere in the car. We've had at least one cat that was better about riding in the car.
Speaking of cats, we'll be taking care of a cat from down the street for about a week in a couple of days. Sarah keeps dropping hints (apparently unaware that she has more or less flat-out told me already) what she and Cathy are getting for my birthday (hint: cat). The strain is close to the surface. She talks about it on a daily basis. There is still a month and a half to go.
I took the trampoline apart and stacked the pieces in the sunroom. This had the instant effect that Sarah now goes to Mike's house instead of vice versa. I got the nets and rails and pad and springs done last weekend, leaving only a circular frame I called "Trampolinehenge." That part is now stacked as well. I might see how much of it I can stow in the big box it all came in. I might get 75% or more of it back in there and out of the way.
Last night I tried what the plumber told me about the heat regulator in my shower. I wanted to be able to take a hot shower -- lukewarm doesn't do it for me. I finally figured out how to get to the piece that stops the knob from going into hot territory. Some time later, I figured out how to make it go back in. Tomorrow I'll probably call the plumber and have him come out and make it stop incontinently dripping.
That's about it. I'm sure I'm forgetting something. Let's see -- bought a can of popcorn from some Boy Scouts. We went trick-or-treating. Oh yeah, we did that. It was fun; walked about a mile with Mikey and some other kids. We saw people Sarah knows from school. I'll probably remember more later. Sarah and I might go bowling today.