Saturday and Sunday
Well, I am not sure what I am going to write about. What I AM sure is that I am writing this off-line because my partner wants go look something up, and so I will probably put this up on the diary site either early tomorrow {Sunday} or late tonight.
Apparently there must be something in the air. I got email from my younger son {an event in itself} and he tells me that he has a new computer! As I may have mentioned {HA!} I am having one built for me. Mine is better than his {insert childish Na, na-na NA na! here.} I am getting an internal Iomega Zip drive and two CD slots, one of which is a CD RW. I have spent an hour or two today copying various files I want to save to the Zip drive I already have, or, to be more accurate, onto the Zip cartridges {disks?}. I need to call Nancy, the tech woman, and ask what she is going to use to transfer the stuff I want transferring. {She asked me to make a list} I have seen stuff transferred from one computer to another using Laplink and a cable and it was so easy and quick. I was very impressed.
My partner commented at dinner tonight that he had noticed that I had stopped going out unless I had to go to work or a doctors appointment. Well, I HAVE been riding my bike a little but this week only locally, which means I do about five miles a day. If I want to do more, I have to get out on a trail. I think on Monday, I will go swimming at the Y, which means I will have to go into town. I also want to go to the theater to get tickets for us to see Odetta, a folk singer I havent heard for a long time. We live fairly close to a big city, which means we sometimes get some semi-decent shows. We got to see a reasonable performance of Aida a couple of months ago. I was also delighted to see Ladysmith Black Mombaza live at the theater, too. I really like them when I heard them with Paul Simon on the CD Graceland. Then my son bought me another CD of their music for Christmas. My partner had never heard them before but he downloaded some stuff from Napster and enjoyed listening to them. It was a nice evening.
Anyway, to go back to not going out. Holing up in the house is one of my signposts to depression so I try to be aware of when I am doing this. Other signposts are not bathing, brushing my teeth or washing my hair for over three days {I give myself a little leeway here}, not getting dressed in the morning and not paying my bills as they come due even when I have the money. This last one got me into a lot of difficulty the last depressive episode. Once I started taking Paxil, I was able to do this, and was mildly {every feeling is mildly with Paxil} surprised that some of them had gone three or four months. I had managed to pay the essential ones like light and water but I am surprised my telephone was not cut off.
Monday is my baby sisters 65th birthday! If I call her at about 11 am, it will be teatime there…
FYI: These meanderings are written at a 6.9 reading level….