Averygoodun's Personal File

Good things!

1. New glasses are on order! My current glasses are just over five years old. I got them when my bout of meningitis worsened my eyesight by a point (+1, not +.1). It seems my eyesight has devolved even more, but only +.75 over the last 5 years, so that's not too terrible. And what's best is that my new glasses should be better (HD progressive glasses? Apparently they are loads better, and not just hype) AND they're less expensive than my current pair was. So yay! I just hope that the lenses are as light as they felt with the plastic in them... They felt lighter than all the other frames I tried on, so it's possible that while they won't be as light as that, they will be lighter than my current pair.

2. Excellent soup. Seriously. It was so good that Page ate it without too much complaint! Best thing is that it was leftovers, so all I had to do was add the sausage to extend it and voila! 15 minute meal.

3. Geoff is better. ( Geoff's not been well for a while, but this weekend was particularly rough. )

4. Page's increasing musicality. He still absolutely refuses to sing in public, unless required by his school, but he'll happily sing at home, especially if he doesn't think we can hear him. What's best, though, is when he sings when he knows we can hear him. So there's that, and his saxophone skills are increasing, though not as quickly as he'd like. Poor guy. He suffers under the "everything comes too easily" curse, which makes practicing difficult (because, really, what's the point if you can catch up in a trice?). Yes, discipline in this house is not a force to be reckoned with, but we do try. Ever now and again. ;-) Fortunately, he's got Star Wars music that is challenging him (of course, it wouldn't be quite so hard if he'd slow it down until he learned the notes, but I'm just a mom...) and therefore keeping his interest, so getting him to practice hasn't been as terrible horrible strenuous difficult. Yay!

5. Snow! Okay, I can happily live without getting any more snow this winter (as long as we get a rainy spring), BUT I am happy we've got the few inches we have, AND that it's going to be getting quite cold this weekend*. I'm hoping that the chill will kill all those larvae that were tricked into hatching by the abnormally warm January and early February weather. Especially the mosquito and tick larvae. *nods* (*Note: We finally have sufficient lodgings for our remaining homeless population, so no one should die of cold here. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so happy about the cold snap coming.)

6. Reduced indigestion. I'm tired of having my stomach (not tummy, but stomach) hurt. If it weren't for everyone else in the house being just fine, I would suspect an ulcer, but none of them have anything close to the same symptoms, so I think it's just my body being an attention-seeking bitch, as per usual. But the good is that the pain has been going away, and even the discomfort is starting to go down. So yay. One less physical stressor. Now to just get my teeth sorted out, right?

Hmph. Dreamt that I needed more sleep. That I actually fell asleep in class (curled up on the floor) while the producers of American Pie were talking about how they came up with the story of Reunion, which happened to be a musical and a mash-up with Lovecraft.

Have I ever mentioned that I've never read any Lovecraft? Yet Cthulhu was a major part of all of my dreams last night. It was not a pleasant night.

Anyhoo. Just thought I'd get that off my chest. I need to go finish my paper and send it in.

(Oh. One more thing: I think I fucking HATE this Mozart disc. (The Mozart Effect: Unlocking Creativity) I guess I still haven't recovered from the overexposure from the gallery years...)

A couple years ago, a friend made a mixed CD for us. We recently rediscovered it and have left it in the CD player at Page's request. A few of the songs have grown on me quite a lot.

( These are the highlights of my ear worms: )

Page now quotes "Beard Lust" at random. It's hysterical.

(And now I must be off to homework. Yay.)

I think I'm disappointed in my church's reactions to recent stuff. Which is disappointing.

I forgot how much I love the Eagles' good stuff. Damn, but "Hotel California" is a good song. I also forgot how much I remember of their songs. I was able to sing along with most of them.

Geoff's birthday is tomorrow. I should rewrap his gift (I gave him too much for Christmas, it seems).

Babe is sleeping over at a friend's house tonight. Which was a surprise, though welcome.

I think I'm sensitive to carrots of all things. Squash, however, is love.

Peeling squash is not love, however. Sliced my thumb pretty badly with the peeler. It hurtses, precious.

We have a mysterious bathroom ceiling. Seriously. Fortunately, it is not a moldy mysterious ceiling. Just mysterious.

Geoff has started getting out and going through his Magic card collection. There is hope yet.

I have an odd mix of songs running through my head. A Space Oddity (Bowie) has been on the radio quite a lot lately, and it segues surprisingly neatly into Ragdoll (Aerosmith) which I happened upon tonight. At least they blend together neatly in my head. ;-)

maebynot recently posted about five songs she can't listen to, and since reading her post, I've been trying to compile my list of five songs that I just cannot stand. I figured I'd confine it to the genre(s) I normally listen to on the radio, as there are way too many songs in pop, jazz and punk that are annoying enough to make me consider violent acts. (Note: There are many songs in pop, jazz and punk that I do enjoy. And I'm greatly oversimplifying the genres, btw.)

I still haven't come up with a complete list, but here goes what I have come up with:

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I know there are others, but I can't think of them right now. And no wonder. It's past my bedtime.