Unshelved	by Bill Barnes and Gene Ambaum

I'm trying to remember to post good things, too

The head of our inpatient unit today came up to me and asked if I'd done the bulletin board for employee appreciation week. I said yes, expecting a request for something similar. Instead, she said how much she'd like it, that it was very good, and that she figured people don't tend to say things to people who do a great job, so she wanted to be sure I knew it was appreciated.

:) I have to admit, it was nice to hear.

Eilir raved on 16:19

Ah, politics

This joke of the day came via Raed in the Middle:

How many members of the Bush Administration are needed to replace a lightbulb?

The Answer is SEVEN:
1. one to deny that a lightbulb needs to be replaced,
2. one to attack and question the patriotism of anyone who has questions about the lightbulb,
3. one to blame the previous administration for the need of a new lightbulb,
4. one to arrange the invasion of a country rumored to have a secret stockpile of lightbulbs,
5. one to get together with Vice President Cheney and figure out how to pay Halliburton Industries one million dollars for a lightbulb,
6. one to arrange a photo-op session showing Bush changing the lightbulb while dressed in a flight suit and wrapped in an American flag,
7. and finally one to explain to Bush the difference between screwing a lightbulb and screwing the country.

But wait, isn't that really six--because I don't think anyone in the current administration is going to touch #7. :)

Eilir raved on 14:15

What he said

Raed in the Middle

Eilir raved on 14:06

Grrrrrrrrr

Dogs attacked with fireworks

It amazes me that people can do this. Six puppies were killed and two other dogs injured by what may have been a supposed 'teen prank'--fireworks were put in the dogs' mouths This was no prank. People who treat animals like this tend to grow up and treat people pretty much the same way. They're sick, and twisted, and quite frankly, deserve something similar.

Eilir raved on 13:55

Someone sent me this as a postcard

Calvin & Hobbes, by Bill Watterson

Calvin: I read that scientists are trying to make computers that think. Isn't that weird?? I computers can think, what will people be better at than machines?
Hobbes: Irrational behavior.
Calvin: Maybe they'll invent a psychotic computer.

HAL: Dave?

Eilir raved on 10:50

The Toenail of Icklibõgg?

Rowling squashes ugly Icklibõgg rumours

Actually, it would make a lovely title, just not for a Harry Potter book...although, I could see it...really, giants will probably figure more into the story soon. Actually, I have no idea if that's supposed to be a giant's name--it just sounds like it. Nothing shows up to indicate what/who Icklibõgg is supposed to be when I Google it, so maybe the rumours themselves weren't archived online.

Instead, book six will apparently be Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Hmmm...still, JK Rowling tends to write quite tongue-in-cheek on her website, so I'll settle with seeing the book title when it comes out, which will (hopefully) be soon. Not that I'm impatient or anything. :) Oh, and I'd love to see Ralph Fiennes play Voldemort, although I do have a secret passion for that actor, so that could make it difficult for me. Still, he was quite believable as a sadistic Nazi, being a top-notch actor, so I'm sure he'd do fine as He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.

For more, check out: E! Online News' writeup.

The HP fandom community is such, though, that I could see how throwing out rumours could send them into titillation with every new bit, much like the guys throwing out 'unclean numbers' at Pythagoras and his followers in Epicurus the Sage to the point of causing meltdowns. :) (Oh, gee, I love that comic, must re-read at some point. If you have any background in Classics, it's up there with the 'Romans Go Home' skit from Monty Python's Life of Brian in sheer fun.)

Eilir raved on 10:27

Shades of Frankenstein, but hey...if it works...

Take patient’s blood, add oxygen, zap it with light, warm it and put it back, great for heart patients

Eilir raved on 10:16

Now let's hope it can be duplicated

Frozen ovary a success

Sperm is relatively easy to store for someone about to go through chemotherapy. For a woman, maintaining fertility after cancer--especially if she is not in a position to create frozen embryos with a partner, can be daunting, as eggs do not freeze that well (and frankly, embryos can be rather tricky, too.)

Eilir raved on 10:06

From the e-mail bag :)

Anti-virus warning:

There is a new virus. The code name is "WORK".
If you receive work from your colleagues, your boss, via e-mail, or from
anyone else, DO NOT TOUCH IT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!

This virus wipes out your private life.

If you should happen to come in contact with this virus, take two friends and go straight to the nearest bar. Order drinks immediately and after three rounds, you will find that WORK has been completely deleted from your brain.

Forward this virus warning immediately to at least five friends. Should you realize you do not have five friends, this means this virus already infects you and WORK already controls your life. If this is the case, go to the bar and stay until you make at least ! five friends. Then retry.

I think I have five friends, but am not entirely positive so I'm headed for the bar anyway ... it never hurts to be safe.

Eilir raved on 09:34

Just in case any of you doubted that we are products of nature

Human menopause linked to seasonal changes

Eilir raved on 14:24

Well, here's one part of that list down

Do you know your 80s music trivia?

We hear the playback and it seems so long ago...

Eilir raved on 14:17

This has potential

Legendary Western Hero Comes 'Out'

and no, most comics--short of things like Casper--are not read by young kids, for those of you concerned about sexuality and violence in comics. The comic industry has also done a fairly good job at labelling their content for parental guidance. Any librarian ordering this title for a library should be aware that some may protest--but like most objections for censoship, it's probably unfounded. And I'm glad that in making a character gay, that isn't the main aspect of the character--after all, despite what some think, a person's gayness is really not particularly central to most people who are gay, anymore than a heterosexual tends to see his own sexuality as his defining trait.

Despite some of the issues I had with Marvel back when I worked in a comic shop and had to deal with them as a distributor--which they don't do anymore--I have always admired Marvel's depiction of superheroes you could really identify with--with real emotions, real problems, real settings. DC heroes tend to be more cerebral, but less human. And of course, there are a whole host of alternative producers; but those are the two biggies, and I like elements of each and collect comics from both camps.

Robert Knight, director of Concerned Women for America's Culture and Family Institute--and one does wonder why the director of an organisation with that name is male (can the poor little ladies not speak or act for themselves???)--shows that he really doesn't understand homosexuality in the following quote from the article: "e;Why is Marvel glorifying homosexuality when it has taken so many lives and played a role in so many sexually transmitted diseases?"e; One might ask why someone would appear to equate a character's homosexuality with pornography and put forward such prejudiced thinking in the supposed defence of children. I have news for them...there are a lot of teens and young people grappling with their sexual orientation right now. Many gay kids, under pressure from societal values such as those supported by the CWAFFI, commit or attempt suicide, because they find that an essential--althought again, not central--aspect of their being is rejected by those around them. Maybe books like Rawhide Kid will help at least one person out there avoid such a fate. And in the meantime, I seriously doubt the world will come to a crashing halt because of one dashing comic book character who happens to shoot straight but dress well.

Eilir raved on 11:55

Strange

That the only mention of Blade--a black vampire hunter--in this story on the lack of black superheroes in comics was as a successful movie hero with no mention of his race.

Eilir raved on 11:33

This was an interesting quiz (a little more robust than average)

You are the Moon card. Entering the Moon we enter the intuitive and psychic realms. This is the stuff dreams are made on. And like dreams the imagery we find here may inspire us or torment us. Understanding the moon requires looking within. Our own bodily rhythms are echoed in this luminary that circles the earth every month and reflects the sun in its progress. Listening to those rhythms may produce visions and lead you towards insight. The Moon is a force that has legends attached to it. It carries with it both romance and insanity. Moonlight reveals itself as an illusion and it is only those willing to work with the force of dreams that are able to withstand this reflective light. Image from: Stevee Postman. http://www.stevee.com/

Which Tarot Card Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla

Well, I'd say most poeple who know me well would agree.

Eilir raved on 01:55

I hate to sound like a wuss

but I'm having some trouble with my wrists (okay, actually, I'm having pain shooting up past my elbows and on the left side, up to my shoulder), so I've done a couple of 'fun' backdated posts to skate through whilst taking a break from typing. I think I've been overdoing it; 3 hours straight typing last night after having a proper wristlock demonstrated on me probably didn't help, either. I'm used to numbness; my shoulders and neck cause problems for me there. This is pain. When I moved, it got bad enough that a friend had to massage my wrists because they went into spasm. I'm thinking it's time to go back to the doctor about them.

So, I won't blog on tonight. Remind me later, though to tell you about:

1) impending Cthulhoid Apocalypses
2) a nifty 80s music quiz that docks points if you were born before Woodstock (hey, I was only 2 years old)
3) how I got my driver's licence suspended over $15 and then got a new one from Elvis
4) how just terribly appalled and saddened I am by the recent beheadings in the Middle East
5) the silly things people with latex allergy have to expect from our local blood bank

you know, stuff like that. :)

Eilir raved on 01:26

You got to love those little poetic snippets they're putting on spam now

>Folly grows without watering
>A golden key opens all doors.
>Two Dogs Fight for a Bone, and a Third Runs Away With

WTF does this have to do with toner cartridges, I ask you?

Eilir raved on 12:40

Happy Monday

1. Bed & Breakfast or hotel? If possible, B&B.
2. What determines where you stay?(i.e. price, accommodations, transportation, travel package) These days, price. I wish I could just go for ambience.
3. When determining where to stay, do you ever consider the establishment's history? (i.e. it might be haunted, location of high profile crime) Oh, of course. I mean, that's part of the draw, after all. :)
4. Would such considerations sway your decision? Well, haunted or some historical aspect would probably increase my chances of staying there. I probably wouldn't want to stay in the room where there was a mass murder, though. (I'm morbid. I'm not that morbid.)
5. Do you try and read the local paper for where you're visiting, to get an idea of what the area's like? Yes. I'm also partial to phone books. You can tell a lot about a place by those two things. It's also amazing how things we take for granted can seem so foreign somewhere else.

Eilir raved on 09:20

Haven't muttered in awhile

1. Lounge:: Lizard
   
2. Photograph:: Archive
   
3. Catacomb:: Rome
   
4. Crucifix:: Sacrifice
   
5. Fire drill:: School
   
6. Tube:: Paint
   
7. Dropped:: Call
   
8. LTD:: Company
   
9. Panther:: Black
   
10. Formica:: Countertop
    

Eilir raved on 09:16

Speaking of dogs

For those of you who are fans of 'Fang' in the Harry Potter movies, he's not a Boarhound (which seems to be another name for a Great Dane). Fang was played by several Neopolitan mastiffs.

I love mastiffs, of whatever type. They're big, drooly babies that prefer being on your sofa than out in a yard. I can't afford to keep one (and I can't in an apartment anyway!), but I hope to, someday. They need big houses, big cars, lots of drool rags, and lots of love...they're not fighting dogs, they just look intimidating. They were bred to scare intruders by their immense and 'ugly' appearance, but they're family dogs--although at 150lbs, they probably shouldn't be around tiny children or the elderly. Think of a rottweiler magnified with wrinkles. :)

Eilir raved on 00:13

Breed identification must be a fun process for rescue pups

This pup looked at first pretty much straight Weimaraner to me. Then I looked at the bigger picture, and yeah, she seems more chocolate lab (her eyes aren't blue after all, for one). Still, more importantly, she's adorable.

Sigh. No more pets. No more pets. No more pets. I have enough to handle right now. Okay, that's better. Still, I'm glad there's PetFinder as a resource. A lot of people have no idea just how many small rescue groups there are in addition to humane societies and city pounds, and this give everyone a chance to find homes for the animals under their care.

Eilir raved on 22:27

This looks so much like my Care Bear (Cerys)

Petfinder PetNotes. I hope Betty and her sister Belinda (who unfortunately was caught looking a bit psycho in her picture) find good homes.

Cerys is 13, but she is only 30lbs. She's a lab/terrier mix so she looks kind of like a lab puppy all the time, except she's obviously older these days, greying here and there and getting the lumps and bumps and cataracts of an older dog. She has been such a wonderful companion; it's hard to think of my sweet girl getting elderly. I bathed her today and she just walked up into the bathtub and was so patient. The new tub is big enough widthwise for her to stand that way, too. Then I took her out for a great roll in the grass. I'm sure these puppies are a good bit more active, but how could anyone not love those faces?

Eilir raved on 22:20

Yay for the weekend

: WEKU
: Productive

Yesterday evening: Typed on project, visited friend, cleaned cat boxes, mopped kitchen and bathroom floor, played Scrabble on the computer, talked with a friend over the phone, gave someone a ride home
Today: Slept late, did yoga and dog massage out in the back yard (the hill slope is perfect for aligning your body as if you were on a bolster), basked with dog in the sun, slept, cuddled with cat, took a shower, got groceries (and quarters), came up with story idea and plotted it out, slept, talked with another friend on the phone, washed dog, trimmed everybody's claws (except mine--can't find my clippers), cleaned bathroom fixtures, took out trash, cleaned vegetables from Momma's garden, saved a spider from trash can and installed it in utility closet, put a leaf of lettuce in the aquarium to begin the great snail cleanout, put the veggies in the refrigerator, discovered crisper collects water, took out vegetable castoffs to edge of the woods for rabbits and other critters who'll eat it, sweep up and spot mop the kitchen and bathroom floors, and listened to lots of classical music.
Tomorrow: Take dog on a visit to the rest of the pack, be terrorised by gamemaster who wants to kill our characters, help someone wash another dog, probably do more typies, do some laundry for work.

Okay, it's not the most exciting life out there, but I'm enjoying it for the most part. :) And it's nice not having to cram everything into one day for a change.

Eilir raved on 21:59

It's amazing how far refusing to take 'no' will get you

: WEKU
: Triumphant

I ventured out of the house briefly to hunt down a very short list of items at Kroger's, one of which was a roll of quarters for laundry. After being told they couldn't give me any, I said that was unfortunate, since I had come there especially for that purpose and had spent money there. (Okay, I spent $10 on groceries, but it's the principle). I asked him if he knew anywhere in the area where I could get quarters. At that point, the guy went back and got quarters, explaining the whole time why he couldn't give them to me. I gave him my $10, smiled, and went on my way. I still have a little trouble not sounding bitchy when I'm being firm, and I honestly couldn't remember if I'd thanked him (I hope I did), but I did get what I came for. I do most of my grocery shopping at that store; granted, it's not a huge amount, but the least they can do is give me change once a month. I sometimes do laundry over at Dwana's when our schedules work out, but I also do loads here at the apartment laundry.

Last time I went to get quarters at that store, I was told they didn't have any money at all, something I really can't believe as 1) they were open and doing business, 2) they had lots of people giving them money for merchandise right there, and 3) I had just done so, too. Then I tried at a laundromat (not unless you're doing them there, of course), and finally went to Wal-Mart without any trouble. (They're also cheaper for cheque cashing and money orders, by the way).

Note to self: remember to get quarters at the credit union during the week, and avoid the great quarter safari. And work on being direct without sounding bitchy. Goodness knows I have a great role model for that. ;)

Eilir raved on 15:30

I have a drunken female outside

talking on the phone and lighting herself on fire in a vain attempt to smoke. I think this is evolution in action.

Okay, I'm exaggerating. A little. She really isn't even that loud--it's just my windows are open to the front porch. She's now made three phone calls, talking about how she's in Kentucky from West Virginia and her grandparents are crazy. I think she should go back to West Virginia. Also, I'm not sure if her poor benighted grandparents really are psycho, but if so, it's hereditary.

Eilir raved on 22:58

I'm a Celt, and a Pagan, but please don't confuse me with Dr Lewis

They've given us leeks, lava bread, and Max Boyce. Now, in return, the Welsh want our Stonehenge!

I guess it'll go with all the consonants they raided for vowels so long ago. :)

There. I feel better. I knew perusing FARK was just what the doctor ordered.

I am rather curious, though...what is lava bread? Anyone know?

Eilir raved on 13:37

So what's the statute of limitations, anyway?

80-Year-Old Woman Arrested For Writing Bad Check In 1985

Eilir raved on 13:31

Well, pooh.

I had to run an errand during lunch, so I missed the grilled cheese sandwiches...most everything was picked over; even the salad. Granted, they would have fixed me one, but when I really thought about it, my breakfast at 10 was still going strong; since I wasn't really that hungry, I figured I'd eat when I got off work. I decided against getting the tomato soup; I'm in a white shirt, which spells trouble when mixed with soup, unless I'm drinking it out of a mug, and sometimes even then. :)

Oh, well. It's a dark and stormy afternoon and I just listened to a good friend spend about a half-hour talking about the things I do that frustrate him. On the one hand, I understand, and I'm glad he told me, and gladder that he's stood by me all these years and all my borderlineness. I know he doesn't understand why I do things that shoot me in the foot later. I'm just beginning to, and I'm making changes, but it seems like I can only do little steps at a time, and I don't know how far I'm really getting. I do know I've pretty much reached the end of being able to rely on anyone else for help and I'm pretty much going to have to go it alone. But I've said so enough times that I feel about an inch tall now, and I'm crying, and I know that I really shouldn't be. I think I understand a little how an addict feels, or someone with an eating disorder. Have I mentioned how much I hate mental illness lately?

Eilir raved on 13:14

I feel like Rip Van Winkle

...except more refreshed. I had a headache yesterday afternoon; I'm not sure if it was from giving blood earlier in the day, or sinuses, or a mild migraine--it was light-sensitive--but I laid down about six pm. I just woke up, about 13 hours later. Poor Cerys, she was remarkably good, never complained or asked to go out, and held for a long time. Of course, she's used to holding if it rains for a couple days, too. :)

I usually pick up someone who works second shift up, but he was off yesterday, so after a few early calls (mostly from telemarketers), I slept soundly, with many interesting, fully cinematic dreams. I haven't been getting more than six hours or so of sleep a night, it's been kind of stressful lately, and I'd taken a trip the day before, done laundry, run errands, changed a car headlight, been productive, and had missed two days of naps. I've been coming home from work each day just overwhelmingly tired. Yesterday I just crashed. Today I feel great...I wonder if it will last.

Being so tired might explain my stupid thing #739984 yesterday; I was talking to Dwana out at our cars as we went to leave work yesterday (because goodness knows if we're seen together AT work it's somehow an issue), said goodbye, and then she left. I got into my car and realised I had no idea where my keys were. I'd already unlocked the car door and put my stuff inside. I start looking through everything; nothing. I do have a spare set of keys in my purse (for the car, not my house as of yet), but my keys also have a little change purse with my driver's licence, debit card, and health insurance card in it. Being OCD my first impulse was to follow Dwana home, thinking I'd left them when I leaned on her trunk. But then I thought of the chances that either I'd find them along the road (assuming I went the same way she did) or that they'd still be on her car, and forced myself to go the opposite direction towards my original destination. I turned up the radio and was drumming along with the window down when I felt something with my hand and realised immediately that I had, indeed, left the keys in the car door lock without having checked that. Rather sheepishly, I pulled them out (thankfully I was at a red light) and went on with my day.

That was one of just a series of adventures that I won't go into, mainly because they're gross and you wouldn't want to know. But, it shows how my day was going, and how tired I must have been. I think I've had a lot of trouble lately in terms of sleep. My mask is still giving me fits, so I'm not sure I'm getting the whole benefit of the CPAP, plus I've had trouble sleeping at night and then sleep in the day when I want to get things done. I'm going to pay attention and see if my memory/speech is better today than it has been. I've seemed to have more trouble finding words than normal...maybe it's sleep deprivation.

Eilir raved on 07:32

I wish we could do this more often

Yesterday I went home and visited my family in Danville. My aunt Sharon Sue and uncle Terry came up from Georgia, and my uncle Ed (or as we still call him, Eddie) and aunt Sharon Ann came up from Texas [yes, my mom's sister's name is Sharon; her brother married a woman named Sharon--hence the good thing about the Southern use of middle names]. My mom and John were off, too, so we all had lunch and dinner at my grandmother's house and spent the day. The guys were doing a lot of yard work for my grandmother, so I got to talk to them intermittently. The yard looks great--they came and pruned trees, got a mower going, wrestled with a weedeater (finally my mom and John went and got theirs, and John did that part), all that. My grandmother is 80 and not able to do much in the yard. She has someone come once a week to mow but this was the more intense yard work. I didn't realise it, but since my uncle retired from TWA he's built up a mowing service, mostly with industrial clients. He really enjoys it, from what I can tell. He and Dwana's husband Eric should get together.

It's interesting to see people you're related to and some of the similarities. Growing up, I learned to respond to the name Sharon because I got called it often; Sharon Sue and I were both talkative, smart girls with long hair and personality wise I think we're probably closest. Even though we see each other maybe every three years at most and I haven't been around her for any length of time since I was really little, Sharon know intuitively what's bothering me, what's going on. I had to ask my mom for money to pay my rent and get caught up financially, and I tried to pick a time to talk to her when we weren't all together. It's embarrassing for me, but it's a strain for her, not just me but with John's kids, too. Being my mom, she came through, and now that I'm finally in the positives (the first time since my unemployment ended in March, sad to say), I'm doing everything I can to make sure I don't need to ask her for any more any time soon. Sharon picked up on what was going on immediately; my mom was upset but trying not to let it show, and Sharon knows her pretty well. When Sharon Ann asked what was going on, my aunt summed it up really well, 'Phyllis and Lisa are putting their heads together and trying to keep a roof over Lisa's head'.

I learned, too, that I'm not the only one in the family dealing with a bad oeconomy; my cousin David, who had been working in the financial field and just got his MBA, was given the choice of a reorganising demotion or severance package; he took the latter, since it was time to move on, anyway. He has three kids, a wife, and a house--a lot more responsibilities than I do. He's very financially savvy, though, so he's probably got more in terms of resources to draw upon. Hopefully he'll be able to find something soon.

I sometimes envy how close Eddie's family live to one another. Jan and David have families in San Antonio; Eddie and Sharon live nearby. Jan is the only other girl of the five of us cousins, a little older than me. When we were kids, I used to be terribly jealous of her--she's beautiful, outgoing...but I think we actually have a lot in common. David and I are just a few months apart, and we looked a lot alike as kids. I have always adored him and felt closest to him, I guess because of our ages. In terms of geography, of course, I have my mom and grandmother; Sharon and Terry's kids are in totally different states now. They both seem to be doing well, too...Craig--the first baby I ever held--just had a second child a few months ago, a son. He lives in New Jersey. Steve's the only other single one of the five of us, busy as an engineer in Mississipi.

On the other hand, of the five, I was the one who came to Kentucky and lived with my grandparents on and off. My grandfather was more a father to me than my own. (So is John, and I'm so very thankful for those positive male influences). I'm glad I had a chance to get to know my grandparents and great-grandparents in Kentucky so well. Growing up in the military, we were so cut off from long-term relationships outside our own household--and in my case we were fractured inside, too, each living in our own world for the most part, occasionally my mother and I would connect; or my father and my mother, although almost never would my father and I do so--he just didn't know how to deal with a child and had his own problems.

I think overall, we all came out okay. No one's gone to jail or become addicts or had babies in their teens or any of the other supposed 'pitfalls' that create family gossip, at least as far as I know. I'm sure we all have our own problems--and I've got a pretty big chunk, although the more experience I get, the more I feel nice and sane compared to the people out there who don't realise they're crazy. :) So maybe, despite everything, I came out okay, too. Mostly, anyway--and I'm working on the rest.

I gave my aunts my new address and e-mail--and the address for this website--we're going to try to keep in touch better. My grandmother is the only one who doesn't have a computer and access to e-mail, and my mom can pass anything to her...assuming she breaks away from Spider Solitaire long enough to read her e-mail--she and I are a lot alike, too. Sharon Ann's mom, who's about 86, does have e-mail. I find that just great. I think a lot of older people would feel less isolated if they would learn how to use the computer.

Well, that's all for now, I'd better get ready for work.

Eilir raved on 08:02

A piece of landscape from my childhood is gone

Okay, I know it wasn't politically or geographically correct in any way, but one of the most comforting landmarks on my drive from Lexington to Danville along US 27 has always been the TeePee.

It's had several incarnations, but basically it's one of those tourist-trap trinket stores with a giant teepee out front. I remember as a child it seemed to loom in the distance; I guess it seemed so out of place, it was like seeing something magical. I only went in the little store once, just a few years ago, so I don't know what it was like early on. I imagine it's probably one of those things that cropped up in the 50s when kids were running around with Davy Crockett hats and Westerns ruled the Silver Screen.

A friend of mine who was raised in the area remembers that they used to have a place in the hillside where you could supposedly view Indian remains behind glass (I'm sure he'll correct me if I've collapsed stories together). I don't know if that hill is natural or a mound; we do have remains of the Adena and Hoppewell cultures here and there. I don't even know if these were real; this whole place was Kitsch with a capital 'K'.

And now it's gone. Well, the concrete building is still there. They're building a big wooden fence around it, like they're preparing for an equipment yard or something like that. But there is no teepee. No landmark. It existed longer than I've been alive. I don't know if the owners died or sold the property or just moved on to the 21st century. It wasn't really historical, but it was part of my historical setting, and I miss it. Funny the things we get attached to, hmm?

I tried to find a picture online; I figure many people have photographed it over the years. But those photos are probably in family albums or library archives. If anyone has one, I'd be happy to post it here. It was located in Garrard county near Bryantsville, a little before you turn off from 27 onto the Danville road.

Eilir raved on 21:56

An unexpected surprise

The nursing students from Midway College surprised me with a thank you card and bag containing an address book and magnetic notepad to thank me for all my help with their research. How sweet.

Kind of nice when you haven't been feeling particularly appreciated at work. :)

Eilir raved on 15:16

Heard this song by Alana Davis on the way in today

and in light of the stuff last week, it really just resonated.

Crazy

You've got your home of the brave and I've got my land of the free
You conform to what society says and I conform to me
Looking for light in the corners getting caught in the spider web
You look at me as if I'm giving a performance when I'm just feeding my head
And you know that I'm doing all right
And I won't explain myself to you just to avoid a fight
How I'm living ain't correct but for me it's just right
I'm not completely insane, I'm maybe just a little bit crazy
There's no one to blame, got no shame about game
Don't want nobody to save me
I've got a pair of ruby slippers that I don't wear much anymore
And if I had the nerve I'd click my heels and return
To the wonderland I knew before
I'm waiting to slow boat to China, want to sail away to the sun
I've been searching for myself and I know I'm gonna find her if I break away from everyone
So the way that I act may not fit in
Just because I've got a mind of my own doesn't mean it's a sin
I don't ask you to give up; don't expect me to give in
'Cause I'm not completely insane, I'm maybe just a little bit crazy
there's no one to blame, got no shame about my game
Don't want nobody to save me
Some like to live for the moment taking life into their own hands every day
And if they don't get killed they get so high off the thrill
They could float to heaven anyway
And others want to save for tomorrow thinking money is security
Well I understand the need but I don't get the greed
And they all seem pretty crazy to me
You can tell by the expression I wear
Though I seem a little strange to you, I don't really care
I got the freedom to be and there are others like me everywhere...

Eilir raved on 10:47

Hmmm

We just had a fire engine, ambulance, and police car outside. At no point did I ever hear sirens...just heard the sound of large equipment and saw some flashing lights. They seemed to be taking a neighbour away in the ambulance. Hope it wasn't too serious.

Eilir raved on 22:47

Goodbye, Peter, Hello Pavitr

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Eilir raved on 18:44