incidentally, I am not dead...
Jul. 15th, 2009 11:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
edenfallingI just realized I haven't posted for a week now. Where does the time go?
Anyway, my computer died last Thursday and did not resurrect until Saturday night. It's still being intermittently glitchy, and I still have no real idea what the problem is. *sigh*
On a happier note, my friend Susan arrived Thursday night and I was consequently occupied on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday morning. We did a walking tour of parts of Ithaca on Friday morning (Ithaca Falls, my old neighborhood, a section of Cascadilla Creek), did one wine tasting just after lunch (so Susan knew what to expect on Saturday), and went to the Corning Museum of Glass on Friday afternoon. We ate at Sushi Sake for dinner (and I forgot to bring my leftovers home, bad Liz, no biscuit).
Saturday morning we went to the Farmer's Market, where Susan bought a bottle of wine and I bought a cheap pair of black earrings. Then we drove up to Seneca Falls to visit the Women's Rights National Park. (Hurrah for the Declaration of Sentiments!) We toured Elizabeth Cady Stanton's house in the middle of a blistering thunderstorm, and then drove back to Ithaca on the shore road (Rt. 89), stopping at four wineries along the way for wine tastings. Then we had dinner at Moosewood. (This time I remembered my leftovers!) Susan then used her impeccable aesthetic sense (she is a freelance artist/illustrator by trade) to help me figure out where to hang my posters and pictures. I have not yet gotten around to banging the actual nails into the walls, but at least I know what I will be nailing where, which is really the hard part. *grin* The actual nailing is just busywork.
Sunday morning Susan came to church with me, and then headed back to NJ around 11:30am. I took a brief nap and then went in to work. And that was my weekend.
Since then, I have been very busy writing various and sundry things (which I may or may not talk about in more detail later on), and also taking a brief immersion tour of Heroes fanfiction. I still have practically no interest in watching the show, but some of the fic is pretty cool. Also, I have developed a possibly unhealthy interest in Sylar. What is this fascination I have with (fictional) vicious, mostly-unrepentant killers???
Anyway, my computer died last Thursday and did not resurrect until Saturday night. It's still being intermittently glitchy, and I still have no real idea what the problem is. *sigh*
On a happier note, my friend Susan arrived Thursday night and I was consequently occupied on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday morning. We did a walking tour of parts of Ithaca on Friday morning (Ithaca Falls, my old neighborhood, a section of Cascadilla Creek), did one wine tasting just after lunch (so Susan knew what to expect on Saturday), and went to the Corning Museum of Glass on Friday afternoon. We ate at Sushi Sake for dinner (and I forgot to bring my leftovers home, bad Liz, no biscuit).
Saturday morning we went to the Farmer's Market, where Susan bought a bottle of wine and I bought a cheap pair of black earrings. Then we drove up to Seneca Falls to visit the Women's Rights National Park. (Hurrah for the Declaration of Sentiments!) We toured Elizabeth Cady Stanton's house in the middle of a blistering thunderstorm, and then drove back to Ithaca on the shore road (Rt. 89), stopping at four wineries along the way for wine tastings. Then we had dinner at Moosewood. (This time I remembered my leftovers!) Susan then used her impeccable aesthetic sense (she is a freelance artist/illustrator by trade) to help me figure out where to hang my posters and pictures. I have not yet gotten around to banging the actual nails into the walls, but at least I know what I will be nailing where, which is really the hard part. *grin* The actual nailing is just busywork.
Sunday morning Susan came to church with me, and then headed back to NJ around 11:30am. I took a brief nap and then went in to work. And that was my weekend.
Since then, I have been very busy writing various and sundry things (which I may or may not talk about in more detail later on), and also taking a brief immersion tour of Heroes fanfiction. I still have practically no interest in watching the show, but some of the fic is pretty cool. Also, I have developed a possibly unhealthy interest in Sylar. What is this fascination I have with (fictional) vicious, mostly-unrepentant killers???
