We've finally had a few sunny days in a row, though, and it feels like summer. Julia and I walked over to the coffee shop for lunch yesterday and bought quiche and fruit salad to bring back to the office, but it was such a beautiful day that I suggested eating outside at a table on the sidewalk, and it was a really nice break.
Work is going fine; I love my office. The only dim spot in an otherwise bright situation is that there's a modeling agency downstairs. Which, of course, seemed like a bright spot at first, at least to the men . . . They get going about 4:00 in the afternoon, open the doors, and crank up the music. Their speakers must be mounted on the ceiling, because all we can hear is the bass, but on occasion it's enough to actually make the furniture vibrate.
I put on my headphones and crank up my own music, but it's not always enough to drown it out. And yesterday someone was shooting a video or a commercial or something upstairs in the empty suite, and it sounded like they were running up and down the halls. So between the running and jumping upstairs and the pounding bass downstairs, I was about ready to shoot somebody.
But Bob called and suggested meeting somewhere for dinner, so we did that, and that helped. Except that we went to Chili's, and the waitress either forgot to put in our order or we just happened to hit the rush hour, because we ate a whole bowl of chips and she brought us another one, and by the time we actually got our dinner, neither of us really wanted it. I brought most of mine to work with me today for my lunch, and I noticed that Bob took the hamburger out of his bun and ate the meat, leaving the rest.
Oh well. It was another nice break, and nice to sit across the table from Bob and talk about our days.
SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): What do you say we get drunk,
stay up all night, and talk about our relationship, Sagittarius?
Unless of course you're an alcoholic, in which case let's not get
drunk. But in either case, let's definitely err on the side of
playful poetry, not smarmy sincerity. Let's promise never to
use the expressions "I'm feeling vulnerable" or "I hear what
you're saying." Instead, let's communicate our true colors by
finger-painting on the walls and singing our favorite songs at
the top of our lungs. We can tell each other's fortunes, stage a
burping or laughing contest, and make funny faces until we're so
punchy and our defenses are so low that we spill all the priceless
secrets that are aching to erupt.
~ Freewill Astrology
I still haven't decided what to do about the journal design; I'd like to redesign it, but my original plan was to redesign it for June, and that doesn't look like it's going to happen. I want to get rid of the stylesheet limitations and make the site more attractive in non-complying browsers . . . not essential, I suppose, but I no longer feel embarrassed by trying to keep my designs at least mostly attractive in all reasonable browsers, and I'm a little embarrassed by the fact that the site looks so unattractive in them now.
So I didn't design a new look for the journal, but I did design a new site, though--I've been wanting to do a "knitting blog," and while I can't guarantee that my interest will continue forever, it seemed like I had enough material to go ahead and do it, so Knitting Zen is open for business.
Misty is now anxious to learn to knit since she saw the new site and the pictures: "You can knit boas??" I wrote back and said that yes, theoretically, although the one in the picture was a Barbie boa . . .
