August 24, 2008 at 8:44 am
· Filed under blather
- Pete and I cleaned the garage and found some stuff that hadn’t been touched for over 10 years. Nasty!
- Two days later, Pete woke up dizzy and upchuck-y. It was so bad that I took him to the doctor and he had an anti-nausea shot and some IV fluids. Diagnosed as vertigo. It’s been much better since then.
- The kids registered at high school. I have two high schoolers now. It’s still sinking in. Does this mean I’m old?
- Peter decided to check out stage crew after hearing about the first meeting from Moon. He went to the meeting on Saturday (really not a meeting, but a work session — physical labor for these kids!). He had a great time, so it looks like he’s found a school activity already.
- We’ve watched loads and loads of Olympics, and I’ve worked on my Ravelympics project whenever possible. But it won’t be done tonight. I’m like a hurdler who tripped up but will still finish. Or like a marathoner who is still working on the race after everyone else has gone home. Oh well, I’ll have an awesome pair of socks when it’s all done.
- I ordered this and sold a few of my other bags.
- We finally finished cleaning up the basement, although the computer work area is still pretty piled up with papers and stuff. Not my problem, though!
- Our vacuum cleaner shut down in protest, so we bought a canister vac to replace it. Not a Dyson, but it was $400 cheaper so I’m not complaining. Plus, I only do about 25% of the vacuuming around here, if that.
- ALF’s daughter is at college now, and that seems very surreal to me although we’re only a year away from the same thing.
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You’re not old! I have two in college and that’s old! Love the knitting bag…I would look way cooler with that one than with my beat-up dirty canvas bag. And congrats on the vacuum!
Someone told me recently that vertigo implies not simply a fear of high places, but the urge to jump off. I have no idea if this is true – people tend to spout as gospel things they’ve heard. I will look it up, however, now that you’ve given me a reason.
Me again. Vertigo apparently has nothing to do with fear of heights – which I’d assumed, because of the French word “vertige.” The words are too similar to not be related, and now you’ve set me off on another linguistic hunting mission.