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My neighbor moved to Texas last year and left a bunch of things behind in a storage unit, and she needed to get them back finally.
She hired a locksmith to cut off the lock and a moving company to ship her stuff, but they both required someone to be there, so she called me.
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| This lock was far too beefy for any boltcutters. |
I was there to show them both to the storage unit, and my brain kept going, "Hey, what if we just... lied and told them the wrong unit? They'd cut off a random person's lock, steal all their stuff, and send it to Texas." I mean, I wouldn't ever do that. But I could have.
Also, I verified the number of the storage unit with my friend three times so I didn't accidentally actually do that.
—2—
I got a wedding announcement in the mail for a friend's son. When we both lived in Ohio we met each other at church, and since her son and my daughter were both preschool-aged they played together all the time.
The next time I FaceTimed my daughter at college, I showed her the announcement and asked if she remembered him.
"Yeah, I remember Owen! He really liked Transformers." She paused and laughed, "He's probably in to different things now, though."
—3—
I have discoid lupus, which is an autoimmune disease that attacks my skin. I'm on immunosuppresants to control it, and it's been doing great until a few weeks ago, when a spot on my cheek randomly flared up for no apparent reason.
We're bumping up my dosage to get it back under control, then evaluating switching to a new medication. The new medication may be more favorable, but my rheumatologist said he understands if I want to stick with my old medication because "the devil you know is better than the devil you don't."
Describing my prognosis in terms of Satan didn't exactly feel encouraging, but I guess it is what it is.
As he was explaining how the new medication worked, I really wished I could talk to my dad. When he was alive, my dad constantly fielded medical questions like this for everyone in the entire extended family. He wasn't a rheumatologist, but as a doctor he would've been able to research and actually understand what he read without repeatedly having to ask AI to "explain it to me like I'm 5."
—4—
Phillip was working from home one day, with most of the day reserved for taking his annual online safety training.
At one point he took a break to come show me a humorous part of his training, but what I found funniest was that the words currently on his computer screen when he walked into the room were "If you have questions, ask your supervisor."
As rightly I should be considered.
—5—
I was driving while listening to classical radio in the car, when a piece came on that was so beautiful and complex I wanted to pull over so I could concentrate more fully on listening to it.
The piece was Vivaldi's "La Follia," and when I got home I listened to it on YouTube so I could see if it really was as good as I thought it was in the car. (It was probably better.) Here are some of the comments on that video:
If you have 10 minutes of quiet, I suggest spending it listening to Vivaldi's "La Follia." Do not let the sleepy beginning fool you.
—6—
My 10-year-old has been into riding his scooter at the skate park with his friends recently, it's so cute. I know he's too old to want to be cute, but it's absolutely cute.
We'll see how many more trips to the skate park they can get in before gets too cold or maybe even snows.
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I've always stayed up late and had a really hard time going to bed early. But somehow I've gotten myself into two commitments (volunteering mornings at the temple for my church and teaching a 6AM religious study class a few days a week) that require getting up at the buttcrack of dawn.
At first I thought, Great! These things will force me to go to bed early. I can tell you now that's like buying your wedding dress a few sizes smaller thinking it will "motivate" you to lose weight. IT WILL NOT.
So now I'm just going to bed late and getting up early. Even on days when I can sleep in, my body still wakes at 5:30AM thinking it's time to get up. Help! But not really, because I don't want help. I know the solution and eww, no thanks.
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