February 23rd, 2011

dragonfly

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Our garage now has a sheet rock ceiling, as well as a first coat of paint on the entire outside. A garage door guy is coming tomorrow morning to talk to me and give us a quote. It's so exciting! The end is nigh!

In the afternoon, I walked about 2.4 miles to the Rockridge branch of the Oakland Public Library, because they are holding a book for me. Of course, when I got there, the damn place was CLOSED, despite the fact that I had *checked* their hours on the website. An impromptu sign in the window said that they were closed for President's Day, but dude! President's Day was YESTERDAY! Sheesh! This library has been closed half the times I've gone to it, even though I've always gone during their official hours of service.

So I may be walking up there again tomorrow, after my appointment with the garage door guy. I don't have any other plans, and the exercise would be good for me. And I need to pick up the book before they stop holding it for me.

During my walk to Rockridge, I stopped by the Trader Joe's on College Ave., and was rather excited to discover that they're carrying granola bars again! Not only that, but they're carrying the same granola bars I used to buy (a year or so ago, before they discontinued the whole line), which are these lovely sweet/savory/tart concoctions made with rolled oats, dried cranberries, almonds, chocolate chips, peanuts, and cashews. Yum! I'm so glad TJ's is carrying them again! They taste completely decadent to me, and yet aren't too unhealthy.

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In the evening, I got together with my very dear friend Debbie at Mudraker's, a cafe located approximately between our two homes. Neither of us had ever been there before, and we appreciated the comfy, cushy chairs. (I always appreciate comfy, cushy chairs in public places: book stores, libraries, cafes, etc.) Deb and I agreed that we will most likely go there again. I showed up about 20 minutes early and just hung out, reading my Franzen, and it was very pleasant. Some cafes play music too loudly, or have lighting that's too dim, or whatever, but this was great for reading.

Debbie brought with her the last of my Christmas presents: the Mads Langer CD that one of her European friends kindly purchased and sent for me, because it is not available for purchase with dollars anywhere I could determine, even online. Silly Danish singer/songwriter! Sell your stuff in America! We love you here!

Anyway, so now I'm all excited that I have my new Mads Langer CD. Supposedly, he's planning to release a new album internationally soon, so one presumes that one will be a bit less difficult to obtain! I mean, I like his music and everything, but I don't know how many times I would be willing to pay double in order to have a friend of a friend -- on another continent -- buy a CD for me and send it across the ocean!
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Wow. Canned cat food smells *nasty*. Ugh. But Cobweb has been having serious appetite issues, so we're trying pretty much everything. We alternate between 3 different types of wet food and 2 different types of dry food. It's gotten ridiculous!

The garage door will be installed on Monday, and then all that remains are the final touches (second coat of paint, face plates on the electrical boxes, etc.) and the city inspection. I am hoping we'll finally be using our garage sometime next week!

Today Shannon and I talked about my daytime sleeping issue -- which continues to be a major problem -- and we decided to try something he's been suggesting for a while: me sleeping in our guest room (which is on the quieter side of the house, facing someone's yard instead of a noisy street of late-night drunk college students), apart from him (he snores, hogs blankets, and sometimes shouts out seemingly random sentences, presumably related to whatever he's dreaming about), and apart from the cats (who frequently wake me up by climbing on me or lying down right in between my face and Shannon's and then purring like tiny outboard motors). This way, we can test a number of variables at once:

1. Does Shannon keep me from sleeping well?
2. Do the cats keep me from sleeping well?
3. Does the street noise keep me from sleeping well?
4. Does our bed for some reason keep me from sleeping well? (We had a futon before, and that's what's in the guest room.)

I've been hesitant about taking this step, because the idea of sleeping in a separate room from Shannon makes me sad. And the prospect of shutting out the cats makes me sad, too, though to a lesser degree. I don't like the symbolism of me sleeping in the guest room -- even though I know rationally why we're doing it, it still feels icky emotionally. My lizard brain does not like it. But I'll give it a try, because this daytime sleeping is a pain in the ass!

And I guess I can sleep with my Hobbesish stuffed tiger (who I call "Sasha" -- after the very cute bartender in Casablanca -- but who Shannon insists on calling "Chauncey" for some bizarre reason -- back when I had other stuffed animals, he called them *all* by his own alternative names. He's weird.). So I will have *something* to cuddle with.

Shannon also asked if the distance I walk to/from the bathroom at night might be a factor, as it is basically as far away from the bedroom as it is possible to get in our house. We have an upstairs bathroom -- right next to our bedroom -- but we haven't really used it in years because of problems with the sink. (It is generally referred to as "the cat bathroom," because that's where the litter boxes are.) So I called a plumber, and he's going to come by tomorrow and look at our upstairs sink and (if the quote is not too high) fix it for us. So then I'll be able to use the *upstairs* bathroom. I can't even remember when that was last the case!

Our house is gradually getting back into shape after years of neglect. It's almost like we're responsible adults or something!

It's supposed to start raining again tomorrow, followed by a prediction of "a chance of snow at sea level" on Friday/Saturday. Craziness!