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pseydtonneFriday night I fell asleep at 10:22 and woke up at 6:22 Saturday morning. I wasn't trying to sleep clinic-style; it just happened. I wasn't even using an alarm clock. That's just when everything went down. I got lots of stuff done. However, I went to bed around 3 because I got way too keen to watch a computer update.
I woke up at 9:30 this morning. I fully expected to work on cleaning my apartment. Instead, I was still reading Slashdot when my aunt Dorothy called. She'd never called me in recent memory (meaning since my phone number wasn't my parents'). We talked for two hours. It then turned out she wasn't calling from a cel phone so I could've saved her several bucks by calling her back during my free weekend. Ah well. It was good to talk.
Dorothy lives in Iowa. Let's face it: no one visits you in Iowa except during a cross-country trip. We don't talk a lot. It turned out to be very grounding. She mentioned she hadn't spoken to her other sister (Dedree, not my mother) in a long time. Guess who called me for an hour soon after that?
I must admit it was good getting calls from relatives. It just doesn't happen much. We're very scared to connect because we get reminded of the hometown and how it scares us. People go back to Utica to attend a funeral and can't escape. I am the sane one in my family and that scares me.
Anyway, I called![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gazebogrrl in between these calls. I think I spent about 3.5 hours on the phone today, none of which involved a headset (my preferred way to talk on the phone). Then I took a nap.
Now I'm typing. I should be back to bed at 11 or midnight because I want to get to work early tomorrow. I did some cleaning (the pantry sorting) but I haven't tackled the important stuff. I want to feel guilty about slackin' today. Maybe I shouldn't be so worried. It's Easter, right? Christ can do all the rising from the dead he wants. It's not my department today.
Things are good. I had a really good time Thursday withkestrell and that makes me giddy.
I still don't have a watch. I went to several watch shops. Each time I told my story to the sales clerks, all but one didn't get it. I'd try to explain what i wanted but I felt like I was speaking a foreign tongue. "I want a self-winding watch with a bark background, high-contrast, glow-in-the-dark hands, minute tick marks, and a rubber or plastic wristband. My last watch lasted me eight and a half years. If I could, I'd just get it again. They don't make it anymore. I don't take my watch off. What can you do?"
Did you know you could spend over a grand on a watch? Jeeze, eh? Swatch has a few self-winding watches but none of them have the features or lack of gaudiness I need. Note that self-winding is a term no two watchmongers agree on -- some call it "automatic". Most of the time I wind up describing it. The woman who was the most dense on this topic was at the most expensive store. I had to explain several times to her that "no, I don't want to wind it with the crown. I want there to be a pendulum inside the watch and my normal arm movements would wind it." She sells several models that do this but didn't understand me until my fourth attempt of saying permutations of the sentence above. She was also the salesperson that put me the least at ease: she was too ready to close the sale, she needed the owner's help too often (frankly, he was listening more), and she didn't seem to think my ergonomic concerns mattered, i.e., "Do you have something with a smaller crown? This one keeps jabbing me where my wrist meets my veins." Her response was to argue with me a little and then get another watch with a huge crown. Like Stewie once said, "you came on a little strong."
I really liked Swatch. I've had Swatches since 1986. However, i walked into the Swatch Store in Quincy Market on Friday and I felt way too old to be in the room. The saleswoman was alert and fun to talk to but I just couldn't get what I needed from the 2005 version of her wares. The woman at Lord & Taylor was the person i synchronized with the most. I really wanted to buy from her and if I give up on the self-winding issue, I probably will. The self-winding is what makes all of this into a mess. It's a feature I've wanted for a long time but I may not be able to afford until I clear off my old debts. Perhaps I'll get one watch in the interim and a self-winder later.
I really miss having a watch. I drew one on myself at a party Saturday. I put the word "HI!" on the face. It did reassure me somehow.
You know, I thought I was done with this entry a while ago until I thought about the watch. Then the words began to flow. I could tell you more (such as "why did I take the T all the way to the Copley Mall just to go to Tourneau and find out they're crazy?") but I realize I'm trying to pacify myself. I want to hand over money to solve a psychological addiction to having a watch. Then again, "act in haste, repent at leisure." I'll be staring at the seconds that pass for a long time if I make a silly move.
-did I mention I had a really good time withkestrell? Dante
I woke up at 9:30 this morning. I fully expected to work on cleaning my apartment. Instead, I was still reading Slashdot when my aunt Dorothy called. She'd never called me in recent memory (meaning since my phone number wasn't my parents'). We talked for two hours. It then turned out she wasn't calling from a cel phone so I could've saved her several bucks by calling her back during my free weekend. Ah well. It was good to talk.
Dorothy lives in Iowa. Let's face it: no one visits you in Iowa except during a cross-country trip. We don't talk a lot. It turned out to be very grounding. She mentioned she hadn't spoken to her other sister (Dedree, not my mother) in a long time. Guess who called me for an hour soon after that?
I must admit it was good getting calls from relatives. It just doesn't happen much. We're very scared to connect because we get reminded of the hometown and how it scares us. People go back to Utica to attend a funeral and can't escape. I am the sane one in my family and that scares me.
Anyway, I called
gazebogrrl in between these calls. I think I spent about 3.5 hours on the phone today, none of which involved a headset (my preferred way to talk on the phone). Then I took a nap.Now I'm typing. I should be back to bed at 11 or midnight because I want to get to work early tomorrow. I did some cleaning (the pantry sorting) but I haven't tackled the important stuff. I want to feel guilty about slackin' today. Maybe I shouldn't be so worried. It's Easter, right? Christ can do all the rising from the dead he wants. It's not my department today.
Things are good. I had a really good time Thursday with
kestrell and that makes me giddy.I still don't have a watch. I went to several watch shops. Each time I told my story to the sales clerks, all but one didn't get it. I'd try to explain what i wanted but I felt like I was speaking a foreign tongue. "I want a self-winding watch with a bark background, high-contrast, glow-in-the-dark hands, minute tick marks, and a rubber or plastic wristband. My last watch lasted me eight and a half years. If I could, I'd just get it again. They don't make it anymore. I don't take my watch off. What can you do?"
Did you know you could spend over a grand on a watch? Jeeze, eh? Swatch has a few self-winding watches but none of them have the features or lack of gaudiness I need. Note that self-winding is a term no two watchmongers agree on -- some call it "automatic". Most of the time I wind up describing it. The woman who was the most dense on this topic was at the most expensive store. I had to explain several times to her that "no, I don't want to wind it with the crown. I want there to be a pendulum inside the watch and my normal arm movements would wind it." She sells several models that do this but didn't understand me until my fourth attempt of saying permutations of the sentence above. She was also the salesperson that put me the least at ease: she was too ready to close the sale, she needed the owner's help too often (frankly, he was listening more), and she didn't seem to think my ergonomic concerns mattered, i.e., "Do you have something with a smaller crown? This one keeps jabbing me where my wrist meets my veins." Her response was to argue with me a little and then get another watch with a huge crown. Like Stewie once said, "you came on a little strong."
I really liked Swatch. I've had Swatches since 1986. However, i walked into the Swatch Store in Quincy Market on Friday and I felt way too old to be in the room. The saleswoman was alert and fun to talk to but I just couldn't get what I needed from the 2005 version of her wares. The woman at Lord & Taylor was the person i synchronized with the most. I really wanted to buy from her and if I give up on the self-winding issue, I probably will. The self-winding is what makes all of this into a mess. It's a feature I've wanted for a long time but I may not be able to afford until I clear off my old debts. Perhaps I'll get one watch in the interim and a self-winder later.
I really miss having a watch. I drew one on myself at a party Saturday. I put the word "HI!" on the face. It did reassure me somehow.
You know, I thought I was done with this entry a while ago until I thought about the watch. Then the words began to flow. I could tell you more (such as "why did I take the T all the way to the Copley Mall just to go to Tourneau and find out they're crazy?") but I realize I'm trying to pacify myself. I want to hand over money to solve a psychological addiction to having a watch. Then again, "act in haste, repent at leisure." I'll be staring at the seconds that pass for a long time if I make a silly move.
-did I mention I had a really good time with
kestrell? Dante
