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Floating thru surreal
Since I was so overwhelmingly tired all day, and I had to meet the flooring 'spert at the house at 2:30 this afternoon, I bagged it and wrote "sick leave" on the board at 2 and left for home.
Earlier in the day, I had a floaty, half-conscious conversation with Karen about bizarre accounting principles at UNM and a minor floaty discussion with my boss on how to account for fundraising expenses. Opening my mouth to say something intelligent was an effort, but maybe my slow, deliberate conversation made me sound more intelligently thoughtful, and progress was made. Everything else I did was just minor little projects to get through the hours.
The bearish contractor actually showed up on time just as I was finishing a little lunch at home. Since his company specializes in wood floors and theoretically knows what he's talking about, he was cautiously optimistic that the buckled parquet downstairs could be saved, since there was no water damage that caused it. He recommended a few things we could do to help level the floor until it could be repair, most of which I'm skeptical about. We talked about the laminate flooring we had laid 2 years ago in other parts of the house downstairs, and he thought that was all perfectly safe UNLESS there was water seepage, which would cause both mold and bubbling of the 'picture' impressed on the processed wood fiber. Not an issue really. But if the parquet floor restore costs more than $500, I'm just going to pull it up and re-lay it myself. We've had so little success with the results of ANY contractor in Albuquerque that we're both tired to death of it.
By the time Bruce (the bearish wood flooring specialist) left at 3, I was still floating in a netherland of fatigue, so after reporting the visit to Danny, I darkened the bedroom for a somewhat unsatisfactorily nappage until 5, when I needed to get my butt in gear for several hours of square dancing.
Amazingly, the 3 1/2 hours of calling was fluid and exuberant...I don't know how that happened. It seems the more tired I am, the more concisely and thoughtfully I call/teach. Out of the blue, I did Hexagon Plus, with track II and teacup chain featured, as well as a later session of Spin Chain and Double and Triple Exchange the Gears. I don't know where the energy came from, unless it was with ozone from the severe T-storms that started about 7:30 and lasted until just before we broke at 9:30. The rain was a treat.
We have 13 officially in the new class...Class 62. Tonight, Tony came up and said it's very likely the Wilde Bunch will be asking for the second night back so we can split Basic through Plus and Advanced/Challenge back onto two separate nights like it was for 15 years. There were over 40 at the hall tonight, and we never had less than 4 squares dancing for the all-skates.
About 8pm, I was feeling so ragged and internally thumpy/weird, I tossed another Cardizem tab...by 9:30 I was feeling as normal as I ever have, and took off for home and Danny feeling like tonight I can sleep!
Earlier in the day, I had a floaty, half-conscious conversation with Karen about bizarre accounting principles at UNM and a minor floaty discussion with my boss on how to account for fundraising expenses. Opening my mouth to say something intelligent was an effort, but maybe my slow, deliberate conversation made me sound more intelligently thoughtful, and progress was made. Everything else I did was just minor little projects to get through the hours.
The bearish contractor actually showed up on time just as I was finishing a little lunch at home. Since his company specializes in wood floors and theoretically knows what he's talking about, he was cautiously optimistic that the buckled parquet downstairs could be saved, since there was no water damage that caused it. He recommended a few things we could do to help level the floor until it could be repair, most of which I'm skeptical about. We talked about the laminate flooring we had laid 2 years ago in other parts of the house downstairs, and he thought that was all perfectly safe UNLESS there was water seepage, which would cause both mold and bubbling of the 'picture' impressed on the processed wood fiber. Not an issue really. But if the parquet floor restore costs more than $500, I'm just going to pull it up and re-lay it myself. We've had so little success with the results of ANY contractor in Albuquerque that we're both tired to death of it.
By the time Bruce (the bearish wood flooring specialist) left at 3, I was still floating in a netherland of fatigue, so after reporting the visit to Danny, I darkened the bedroom for a somewhat unsatisfactorily nappage until 5, when I needed to get my butt in gear for several hours of square dancing.
Amazingly, the 3 1/2 hours of calling was fluid and exuberant...I don't know how that happened. It seems the more tired I am, the more concisely and thoughtfully I call/teach. Out of the blue, I did Hexagon Plus, with track II and teacup chain featured, as well as a later session of Spin Chain and Double and Triple Exchange the Gears. I don't know where the energy came from, unless it was with ozone from the severe T-storms that started about 7:30 and lasted until just before we broke at 9:30. The rain was a treat.
We have 13 officially in the new class...Class 62. Tonight, Tony came up and said it's very likely the Wilde Bunch will be asking for the second night back so we can split Basic through Plus and Advanced/Challenge back onto two separate nights like it was for 15 years. There were over 40 at the hall tonight, and we never had less than 4 squares dancing for the all-skates.
About 8pm, I was feeling so ragged and internally thumpy/weird, I tossed another Cardizem tab...by 9:30 I was feeling as normal as I ever have, and took off for home and Danny feeling like tonight I can sleep!
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