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thanateThere is a new Standard for Excellence in Totally Useless craft projects. experience the awe. (says the girl who is about to quilt plush sheep lungs...)
(partial) entry for yesterday:
7/24/07, 7:17 pm, what I would be writing if livejournal were not down.
One forgets, when not in the field in high summer, how utterly exhausting it is. I drank lots of water today, and we were mostly in the woods, and it wasn’t even that hot. But I’m still grateful we got rained out before 2:30 in the afternoon, because I was starting to feel decidedly odd by the end there. Inside, a 32 oz gatorade, a (large) mug of tea, two glasses of milk, and a bunch of water later, I feel less swimmy, but my ankle hurts, and my knuckle hurts, and I’m tired and my temperature sense is off.
Last friday or so (after I went bouldering) I was starting to think that ah, I’m getting back to the point of having muscles that work to climb with. Now I’m going to be back to disadvantaged tomorrow, after a day in the field, with very limited energy and bits that hurt and stop working after I use them for a while. And then I’ll be going to pennsic, and giving my climbing muscles two plus weeks to atrophy. Phoey. Oh well.
And someday? Someday I’m going to have a job (possibly even one I like, if I can think of what that would be) that doesn’t ever involve poison ivy.
There's also a new contestant for most disgusting thing ever (in a purely psychological sense) but you really don't actually need to know about that.
Anyway, fieldwork is done (except for some limited-crew catch-up stuff tomorrow, of which I'm not a part) and word is I'm wanted in the lab. I strongly suspect it's to finish up the Ben Lomond cataloging that Carey thought she'd done when I was out of town, and then I discovered last friday that she hadn't. Which I could have done last week, or the week before, when I needed stuff to do, and then I would have time to pack for pennsic now. Phoey.
(partial) entry for yesterday:
7/24/07, 7:17 pm, what I would be writing if livejournal were not down.
One forgets, when not in the field in high summer, how utterly exhausting it is. I drank lots of water today, and we were mostly in the woods, and it wasn’t even that hot. But I’m still grateful we got rained out before 2:30 in the afternoon, because I was starting to feel decidedly odd by the end there. Inside, a 32 oz gatorade, a (large) mug of tea, two glasses of milk, and a bunch of water later, I feel less swimmy, but my ankle hurts, and my knuckle hurts, and I’m tired and my temperature sense is off.
Last friday or so (after I went bouldering) I was starting to think that ah, I’m getting back to the point of having muscles that work to climb with. Now I’m going to be back to disadvantaged tomorrow, after a day in the field, with very limited energy and bits that hurt and stop working after I use them for a while. And then I’ll be going to pennsic, and giving my climbing muscles two plus weeks to atrophy. Phoey. Oh well.
And someday? Someday I’m going to have a job (possibly even one I like, if I can think of what that would be) that doesn’t ever involve poison ivy.
There's also a new contestant for most disgusting thing ever (in a purely psychological sense) but you really don't actually need to know about that.
Anyway, fieldwork is done (except for some limited-crew catch-up stuff tomorrow, of which I'm not a part) and word is I'm wanted in the lab. I strongly suspect it's to finish up the Ben Lomond cataloging that Carey thought she'd done when I was out of town, and then I discovered last friday that she hadn't. Which I could have done last week, or the week before, when I needed stuff to do, and then I would have time to pack for pennsic now. Phoey.
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Date: 2007-07-28 01:13 am (UTC)the mind boggles.
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Date: 2007-07-28 02:12 am (UTC)they may or may not look remotely like the lungs of actual sheep, as I was unable to find a useful diagram...