Status Report
Mar. 28th, 2002 01:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robotech_masterWell, I didn't seem to have any relapses or other illness episodes after this morning. I guess it really was something I ate. In a way, I'm sort of glad I had to feed the toilet. It sure made me a lot more grateful to be feeling reasonably healthy the rest of the day so far!
And here I am, logging in to leave some remarks from the old homeplace. The parents aren't home, though; Mom's at work and Thursday is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marktime's day to do the town stuff. Luckily, there's a spare house key. :) Depending on when Dad gets back, I might not even see him. I'm sure he'll be sorry to have missed me, if so, but it's not like my visits are exactly rare occurrences. Besides, I'm visiting here to pick up some things, anyway, not for a home visit. There'll be time for that later on.
I started down at about 11 to visit the Cassville courthouse and get some things done. Then I headed back in to the parentals' house by the back way. Well, actually I always thought of it as the front way back when I was going to school here, but it's the back way now since I use the former back way more often. I don't often get to drive that stretch of road anymore since I no longer live with the folks; it was interesting to drive it again. The really interesting thing was how "tame" it seemed compared to the roads around where I now live and normally drive. Part of that is that I live in a city, of course, but I guess part of it is also that I'm intimately familiar with the road. I know its every curve, so to speak.
As I drove it, I thought about all the time I spent on that road riding the school bus in and out and in and out of town. Must have been hundreds or even thousands of hours sitting there on those green-upholstered seats. I have to wonder if, if I hadn't lived an hour and a half away from school, I would have read as much when I was a kid. Back in the day, there really wasn't much else to do for all that three hours a day of bus ride. But it was a great time for reading, I'll say that. I almost wish I had that time again, now that I've got a whole stack of books I ought to read but not much time to do it.
Another oddly random thought, that came to mind as I was filling up on gas for the drive down and back--isn't it funny how gas prices are? We'll drive through town, looking at gas prices on the placards, playing the "priceline" game of trying to decide whether to buy here or wait and maybe get it for a little less later on...but you know, when you stop and think about it, the difference between $1.279 a gallon and $1.259 a gallon is less than a quarter when you're buying 12 gallons. Is the hassle and worry really worth that? And yet, I'm as guilty of it as anyone else. I suppose that in a world of many costs and bills, the notion that there's a bill we have at least partial control over is enough to drive us to behave a bit irrationally.
Anyway, now I need to rummage through my room and find a bunch of old books I can mark with the BookCrossing labels I have in my car and leave or donate places. I need to be heading back up to Springfield in an hour at most in order to get the car inspected before the auto center closes, then up to Park Central Square to register it. Oh, and pick up my paycheck and scribble down my work schedule for tomorrow and Sunday, too...hey, why am I wasting time journalizing?
As Invader Zim put it, "I have much to do! Soooo much!" So, later!
And here I am, logging in to leave some remarks from the old homeplace. The parents aren't home, though; Mom's at work and Thursday is
marktime's day to do the town stuff. Luckily, there's a spare house key. :) Depending on when Dad gets back, I might not even see him. I'm sure he'll be sorry to have missed me, if so, but it's not like my visits are exactly rare occurrences. Besides, I'm visiting here to pick up some things, anyway, not for a home visit. There'll be time for that later on.I started down at about 11 to visit the Cassville courthouse and get some things done. Then I headed back in to the parentals' house by the back way. Well, actually I always thought of it as the front way back when I was going to school here, but it's the back way now since I use the former back way more often. I don't often get to drive that stretch of road anymore since I no longer live with the folks; it was interesting to drive it again. The really interesting thing was how "tame" it seemed compared to the roads around where I now live and normally drive. Part of that is that I live in a city, of course, but I guess part of it is also that I'm intimately familiar with the road. I know its every curve, so to speak.
As I drove it, I thought about all the time I spent on that road riding the school bus in and out and in and out of town. Must have been hundreds or even thousands of hours sitting there on those green-upholstered seats. I have to wonder if, if I hadn't lived an hour and a half away from school, I would have read as much when I was a kid. Back in the day, there really wasn't much else to do for all that three hours a day of bus ride. But it was a great time for reading, I'll say that. I almost wish I had that time again, now that I've got a whole stack of books I ought to read but not much time to do it.
Another oddly random thought, that came to mind as I was filling up on gas for the drive down and back--isn't it funny how gas prices are? We'll drive through town, looking at gas prices on the placards, playing the "priceline" game of trying to decide whether to buy here or wait and maybe get it for a little less later on...but you know, when you stop and think about it, the difference between $1.279 a gallon and $1.259 a gallon is less than a quarter when you're buying 12 gallons. Is the hassle and worry really worth that? And yet, I'm as guilty of it as anyone else. I suppose that in a world of many costs and bills, the notion that there's a bill we have at least partial control over is enough to drive us to behave a bit irrationally.
Anyway, now I need to rummage through my room and find a bunch of old books I can mark with the BookCrossing labels I have in my car and leave or donate places. I need to be heading back up to Springfield in an hour at most in order to get the car inspected before the auto center closes, then up to Park Central Square to register it. Oh, and pick up my paycheck and scribble down my work schedule for tomorrow and Sunday, too...hey, why am I wasting time journalizing?
As Invader Zim put it, "I have much to do! Soooo much!" So, later!
