I am not nearly as cranky as one might believe from reading this post.

It is 8:30 in the morning, and I am sitting on the porch. Despite appalling heat advisories for later on today, it is currently far more lovely out here than it is in the technically cooler but lacking breezes house. Later on, it will be far more pleasant in the slightly stuffy but not almost 100* house, and I will have the air conditioner running. I have not yet quite managed to make grauwulf understand this concept; he is much more of the opinion that if it is nicer out now, that means the windows must be open.

I'm also waiting for someone to come and carry off the trailer, which is one more in a long series of things nobody wants to deal with this week. Later on, grauwulf gets to fly down to SC and see about selling off his house, or finding a rental agency that will deal with it for him, if there is such a thing that doesn't skim so much profit off the top that we end up losing money and then makes him deal with it anyway. So far, the prospects are not encouraging; apparently he spoke to a woman yesterday who went into a tirade about how it's all Obama's fault that he can't possibly sell his house, and then went on to explain that they'd take a 30% cut of rent to collect checks & tell tenants to call the home warranty company if anything bad happened. Before that, there's a motorcycle to get to the shop for a service (which ought to be trailered, but...) and we tried to pick a company to do the addition for us, but haven't heard back from them yet. So.

I have decided that I will not wish to punch my tai chi teacher; she does an hour of assorted stretching exercises, which I really enjoy, followed by an hour of mirroring little bits of tai chi routine which I find confusing and frustrating, thereby ending the class on a bad note. She's also a little Chinese lady, whose English is not quite good enough that I feel fully comfortable asking the sorts of questions that might either help me or point her in the direction of being a better teacher. (Assuming, of course, that I could formulate such questions, anyway; this is also another reason I haven't done it.) Instead, I have begun to make up bizarre mnemonic associations in my head involving ducks and marionettes and the chandler's wife, which help me track considerably. My fencing balance still betrays me, though; I'm not comfortable hanging about with one leg touching the ground but not even supporting its own weight. On the up side, I have learned several fun new stretches, including something that is apparently supposed to be a sunrise, but I think of as a zombie sun salutation.

( I guess I won't make you read about my domain transfer tribulations if you really don't want to. )

Now to go file a credit card complaint against the people I tried to order tea from who failed to get it to me (twice) in the last month and have also failed to reply to my 2nd round of e-mails (now missing) and I think I may be done being cross about things. There are garments to sew, stories to write, John McPhee audiobooks to listen to, and if I'm really lucky, the power will even stay on all day. (It was out for a couple hours when I got back from the aquarium yesterday, which didn't help anyone's mood.)

I am not nearly as cranky as one might believe from reading this post.

It is 8:30 in the morning, and I am sitting on the porch. Despite appalling heat advisories for later on today, it is currently far more lovely out here than it is in the technically cooler but lacking breezes house. Later on, it will be far more pleasant in the slightly stuffy but not almost 100* house, and I will have the air conditioner running. I have not yet quite managed to make grauwulf understand this concept; he is much more of the opinion that if it is nicer out now, that means the windows must be open.

I'm also waiting for someone to come and carry off the trailer, which is one more in a long series of things nobody wants to deal with this week. Later on, grauwulf gets to fly down to SC and see about selling off his house, or finding a rental agency that will deal with it for him, if there is such a thing that doesn't skim so much profit off the top that we end up losing money and then makes him deal with it anyway. So far, the prospects are not encouraging; apparently he spoke to a woman yesterday who went into a tirade about how it's all Obama's fault that he can't possibly sell his house, and then went on to explain that they'd take a 30% cut of rent to collect checks & tell tenants to call the home warranty company if anything bad happened. Before that, there's a motorcycle to get to the shop for a service (which ought to be trailered, but...) and we tried to pick a company to do the addition for us, but haven't heard back from them yet. So.

I have decided that I will not wish to punch my tai chi teacher; she does an hour of assorted stretching exercises, which I really enjoy, followed by an hour of mirroring little bits of tai chi routine which I find confusing and frustrating, thereby ending the class on a bad note. She's also a little Chinese lady, whose English is not quite good enough that I feel fully comfortable asking the sorts of questions that might either help me or point her in the direction of being a better teacher. (Assuming, of course, that I could formulate such questions, anyway; this is also another reason I haven't done it.) Instead, I have begun to make up bizarre mnemonic associations in my head involving ducks and marionettes and the chandler's wife, which help me track considerably. My fencing balance still betrays me, though; I'm not comfortable hanging about with one leg touching the ground but not even supporting its own weight. On the up side, I have learned several fun new stretches, including something that is apparently supposed to be a sunrise, but I think of as a zombie sun salutation.

( I guess I won't make you read about my domain transfer tribulations if you really don't want to. )

Now to go file a credit card complaint against the people I tried to order tea from who failed to get it to me (twice) in the last month and have also failed to reply to my 2nd round of e-mails (now missing) and I think I may be done being cross about things. There are garments to sew, stories to write, John McPhee audiobooks to listen to, and if I'm really lucky, the power will even stay on all day. (It was out for a couple hours when I got back from the aquarium yesterday, which didn't help anyone's mood.)

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