This is an annual thing, a get-together for folks who once had diaries on another site. This'll be my 2nd; others have been doing it 5 years or more (and not always in Philly).
Anyway, the festivities will wind down by early afternoon on Sunday, so if husiers want to get together, say, for dinner or something, somewhere not too far from South Philly (or that I can get to on the subway or whatever), I'd be up for that. That'd be Sunday the 24th.
I had a thought or two about the work project; we'll see if the analysis of another source or two bear out my hunches.
Meanwhile, I'm severely undermotivated. :-/ And I tend to hunker down at my desk in some kind of gnome posture, and there are knots in my back by the end of the day. So I go home and sit in my recliner with the ballgame on and the posture is roughly the same, only now there'll be a cat in my lap, asleep, and yet still expanding to push the computer off my knees.
Getting to be most time to plant the garden. I have lots of mint to pull out (and toxicfur wants at least some of it). Perhaps this weekend.
I do seem to have the attention span to read again, at least if the light is adequate (see above under recliner; there's a nice lamp overhead). Currently working through Roadside Picnic, which is a Soviet-era horror scifi tale, newly reconstituted into something like what the authors intended, and newly translated.
My folks are now officially 88 years old. It's good they moved last summer into a place with as much help as they need (and my brother previously moved in there, so he's around to kind of watch over them). My 40th high school reunion is this August, so I'll probably see them then.
Also, this: 1940Census.archives.gov for all your 1940-era genealogical fun. Best know pretty closely where people lived if you hope to find them.
My Official Best FriendTM since 8th grade is a seriously conservative person. One might think for someone of his intellectual capacity, the lies would bother him, but apparently not. He's also a recent convert to Orthodoxy (the rite of Antioch). I skipped seeing him last time I was in Colorado because he'd already gotten annoying. With the impending political season, it's only going to be worse. And he'll be at the high school reunion. I dunno whether he's just socially inept (aren't we all?) or what, but while sympathetic to my situation, he's no comfort.
Anyway, the festivities will wind down by early afternoon on Sunday, so if husiers want to get together, say, for dinner or something, somewhere not too far from South Philly (or that I can get to on the subway or whatever), I'd be up for that. That'd be Sunday the 24th.
I had a thought or two about the work project; we'll see if the analysis of another source or two bear out my hunches.
Meanwhile, I'm severely undermotivated. :-/ And I tend to hunker down at my desk in some kind of gnome posture, and there are knots in my back by the end of the day. So I go home and sit in my recliner with the ballgame on and the posture is roughly the same, only now there'll be a cat in my lap, asleep, and yet still expanding to push the computer off my knees.
Getting to be most time to plant the garden. I have lots of mint to pull out (and toxicfur wants at least some of it). Perhaps this weekend.
I do seem to have the attention span to read again, at least if the light is adequate (see above under recliner; there's a nice lamp overhead). Currently working through Roadside Picnic, which is a Soviet-era horror scifi tale, newly reconstituted into something like what the authors intended, and newly translated.
My folks are now officially 88 years old. It's good they moved last summer into a place with as much help as they need (and my brother previously moved in there, so he's around to kind of watch over them). My 40th high school reunion is this August, so I'll probably see them then.
Also, this: 1940Census.archives.gov for all your 1940-era genealogical fun. Best know pretty closely where people lived if you hope to find them.
My Official Best FriendTM since 8th grade is a seriously conservative person. One might think for someone of his intellectual capacity, the lies would bother him, but apparently not. He's also a recent convert to Orthodoxy (the rite of Antioch). I skipped seeing him last time I was in Colorado because he'd already gotten annoying. With the impending political season, it's only going to be worse. And he'll be at the high school reunion. I dunno whether he's just socially inept (aren't we all?) or what, but while sympathetic to my situation, he's no comfort.
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