My first pair of rain boots. Aren’t they fashionable?
I currently have them on display in my living room among other decorative bits and pieces. (I suspect they may have to go at a certain point though as the rubber has not held up well over the past 29 years.)
It figures that the year I got this, was the summer almost without rain – but the summer I got my own paddle pool, it rained constantly.
I don’t have the most common name in the world. In fact, if I include my middle name – I’m the only one in the world with my name.
However, due to the fact that my middle name is near impossible to spell, for everyone but the people who live in the valley where it is a place name, I’ve gone by middle initial since the sixth grade, for the most part.
When I signed up for hotmail, and subsequently gmail, however, I omitted the initial. My first name plus initial is another word entirely in Norwegian. And I did not want to add additional punctuation to my e-mail address. So I skipped it entirely.
Only to get email within the past couple of years for women who are definitely not me, but have the same first and last name, or so similar that the people sending them email have mis-spelled the email.
One of my namesakes is a retiree in the Caribbean somewhere, and I get included on chain emails for all her friends. Another one is a jewellery store owner in Wisconsin, with at least two children. How do I know this? I got a proposal for sale of some diamonds a while back, additionally, she herself used a wrong email when she signed up to buy a baby crib some years ago. And her son is doing soccer camp this summer and I got several emails from the camp. Last summer he did drama, including emails from casting agents for auditions.
What do I do about it?
I try to tell the sender of the emails that they’ve reached the wrong person. Sometimes it works, and other times it doesn’t.
Anyone else have similar issues?
That I know is a memory and not just something I’ve been told, is picking my grandfather up at the hospital and bringing him home for a visit.
I know it was the summer I turned four in 1987, as I had one sister, we had a blue Volvo station wagon and not the Renault, and he died in January 1988.
My grandfather was in a wheelchair, and I can, sort of, remember how it was standing next to him whilst he was sitting in it.
I remember driving to the back of my grandparents’ house with my Dad and my grandfather. Because of the wheelchair, we couldn’t go through the front, because the house was not wheelchair accessible by any means. So, we stopped in the back, on the parking lot there, went to the back of the Volvo, and got the wheelchair out.
I know from pictures that we sat under an umbrella in the backyard, my sister on grandfather’s lap, and I think I remember that he also went into the house. (I’m not sure if the latter is actually from an earlier memory and if I have mashed them together, or if it is the same time.)
In reality, most of the earliest things I remember is from that summer I turned four, so I guess that is also when I started to become a bit more self-aware and remembered events – or simply the events I remember, this, breaking my arm… are so major I would have remembered them anyway.
What’s your earliest memory?
Last week I found this image on imgur. 30-day AB challenge.
I thought it sounded interesting – I needed to get some work in on my core muscles and I can definitely do something for 30 days. (Well, as long as it does not include jumping jacks. My knees did not enjoy Jillian Michaels’ 30 day shred.) Currently I’m on day 8 – rest day – and I have to say that the first week have gone surprisingly well.
The second day was hell. It turns out that I am really much more untrained in my core than I thought I was. But the rest have gone okay so far. Going from 35 sit-ups to 40 was a bit of stretch, though. It will be interesting to see how 45 will feel tomorrow.
I think it has gone well because I can do this at home. I don’t have to be at the gym to do it, which takes away a bit of the procrastination factor around it. But I also think that, for the first week, it is not a huge involvement in time needed either. It was less than 5 minutes each day, so not finding the time wasn’t an excuse.
I want to keep up with this for the remaining days.
April marks the third year I’ve been working in a corporate library. It’s different than a public or a university library. Not so many walk-in patrons. I kind of miss that.
But, I don’t have teen girls (or anyone, really) asking me for books about hot vampires anymore, either.
So there are positives.
Why us it that in autumn, 8 degrees celcius is cold – but when I’m looking at the weather forecast for the conference I’m attending next week – it feels warm in my mind?
Certainly, Easter break in the mountains where -15 probably was the average temperature makes the -2 I returned to feel warm.
Anyone else ready for summer?
I’m much less enthused by snow falling in February than I am by it doing it in November or December. By February the snow has lost its magical powers.
It is just cold and white and a sign that spring isn’t here yet.
