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General update on the state of the Wendy...
Realized that I've posted nothing but book reviews for the past week, possibly creating the erroneous impression that I do nothing but sit around and read. If only.
I'm having a grand old time at work right now, taking an old, neglected piece of documentation and rewriting it. There's a particular thing that happens to documentation that's been haphazardly updated over a span of years. It gets like a neglected garden - weeds everywhere, whatever underlying sense of order it had totally obscured. Cleaning up that kind of thing is tremendously satisfying. Even if my hopes that perhaps some customers will notice the improvements and comment on them have gone largely unfulfilled in the past. Perhaps, this time?
I discovered that my older nephew absolutely adores it when I hold him upside down by his ankles. Especially if his dad or his uncle tickles him at the same time. I'm going to have to get back to weightlifting seriously to retain my aunthood credentials.
Daniel and I have started to think seriously again about buying a house. (We had started to think seriously about it, and then the crash happened, and we decided to wait.) At the moment, we're visiting lots of open houses in the area. I keep thinking about a particular bit of research that Malcolm Gladwell talks about in Blink, about how you can tell a lot about people by going into their rooms and looking at their stuff. I keep finding myself being strangely influenced by whether I think I would like the current owners of houses we look at. Plus, houses without books in them bother me - which is a problem, because it's apparently standard practice in staging a house for sale to remove all the books.
Today, though, we passed on househunting. I walked to the local library, and got a couple of mystery novels, and have been curled up in a chair with a cup of tea, reading. And I went to the produce stand, and got stuff for dinner. I'm thinking of attempting to cook freekeh, which is smoked cracked green wheat.
I'm having a grand old time at work right now, taking an old, neglected piece of documentation and rewriting it. There's a particular thing that happens to documentation that's been haphazardly updated over a span of years. It gets like a neglected garden - weeds everywhere, whatever underlying sense of order it had totally obscured. Cleaning up that kind of thing is tremendously satisfying. Even if my hopes that perhaps some customers will notice the improvements and comment on them have gone largely unfulfilled in the past. Perhaps, this time?
I discovered that my older nephew absolutely adores it when I hold him upside down by his ankles. Especially if his dad or his uncle tickles him at the same time. I'm going to have to get back to weightlifting seriously to retain my aunthood credentials.
Daniel and I have started to think seriously again about buying a house. (We had started to think seriously about it, and then the crash happened, and we decided to wait.) At the moment, we're visiting lots of open houses in the area. I keep thinking about a particular bit of research that Malcolm Gladwell talks about in Blink, about how you can tell a lot about people by going into their rooms and looking at their stuff. I keep finding myself being strangely influenced by whether I think I would like the current owners of houses we look at. Plus, houses without books in them bother me - which is a problem, because it's apparently standard practice in staging a house for sale to remove all the books.
Today, though, we passed on househunting. I walked to the local library, and got a couple of mystery novels, and have been curled up in a chair with a cup of tea, reading. And I went to the produce stand, and got stuff for dinner. I'm thinking of attempting to cook freekeh, which is smoked cracked green wheat.
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