Susan Dennis (susandennis) wrote,
Susan Dennis

Climbing out of the rabbit hole

I fell into the internet this morning and am now clawing my way back out. While there I studied up on sewing pants for fat people, different sized rubber lids for coffee mugs and ad hoc street portraits in a Seattle neighborhood oh and scripts that don't work in Chrome (but do, apparently, in other browsers). Among other things...

I ended up at my brother's latest LJ entry where he said "My mother once told me that she did not want to be around for what she saw coming in my lifetime. I know how she felt. It it going to be a rough century, I'm afraid." This is kind of shocking to me. I would have guessed that she felt exactly the opposite. My parents had three children. I am the oldest. My sister is 18 months younger than I am and my brother is 4 years younger. We all three have very - sometimes vastly - different views of who our parents were. I think it's both interesting and strange.

My Project Fi cell phone signal is so far a winner. I tested it in the far corner of the gym this morning and had a fairly decent speed where I had had no signal before. Nice.

I used my abuterol inhaler this morning before I left for the pool and everything was much better. Of course, it might have been much better without it - I have no way of knowing. But, I think I'll continue with the inhaler for a few days before I try again without it.

My neighbor, Ann, apparently has an offer on her condo that she listed last week. I hope it was a good one. I wonder where she is going?

There's a big catering company down the street and they are having a garage sale today. I'm tempted but I don't need any catering anything so why??? Ikea just opened up their brand new store. It's about the same size as the old one and right next door to the old one. So, why? I need to go see for myself but hopefully not any time soon. I don't need more stuff. Really.

We have snow in the forecast for every day through Monday. Will there be any right here at my house? My money says NFW. It's just weatherman torture.

Clearly I have a major attention deficit this morning. Wonder if there's an inhaler for that? Ahhh, what does it matter? I have the time, I have the bandwidth, what's the harm?

I do think I'll go wash the breakfast bowl and get to the sewing room, though, just for a change of pace.
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