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TBD List Revisited
Oct. 9th, 2006 06:34 pmFind Cal’s birth certificate, apply online for S.I.N. # (Not done).
Haircut (Done), eyebrows/moustache (Done).
Pay bills (Not done)/sort and deal with new mail (Not done).
Call re getting lint-trap fixed (Not done).
Call re fixing wiring and light-fixtures (Not done).
Find out who to call re getting window-screen fixed (Not done).
Course Outlines for next semester over at TFS for copying (Done).
Finish next section(s) of "Strange Weight"(Not done, though some light hammering in that direction).
Review books for Rue Morgue and send by October 15 (Done).
Watch all new Dust Devil re-issue (Done); check to see if this is for October 15 too (Done, and yes it is); find out if Richard Stanley interview is still needed/how long article is supposed to be (Not done, since no answer as yet on either issue).
Contact someone re gemmafiles.com issues (Not done).
Input and coallate notes for No Vacancies (Half done); Bill Burke wants to be at "phase two"--screenplay--by the 19th (Aaagh!); promised him the one-pager and ten-pager by Friday (Not done, but working on it).
Yesterday afternoon/evening we spent at Steve's sister Kate's for Thanksgiving dinner; elder Barringers, Cal's cousins were all in attendance. Dinner was good. Cal chased the elder kids and was chased by them in return, marking the first time I've seen him respond to them as more than worrying annoyances. He also fell down the basement stairs, but seems unharmed; Kate and her husband Paul assure me that this is something which happens fairly frequently, when small people are crossbred with the interior of their house.
More annoying is this feeling I have that I'm getting whatever Cal had/has, since my eyes are almost continually burning, itching and gumming, along with attendant nasal congestion. If I was allergic to anything but wood-mould you can only find in deep forest, I might think it was some sort of reaction..,so yeah, maybe I should go see somebody about that. But not today.
In other news, a former student of mine wants to hire me to story-edit a feature script of hers, which I have no objection to (especially since it's a paying gig). Deal memo supposedly to follow. Energy! I just wish I felt a little better, in context.
Okay, screw this. Coffee, Tylenol Cold and Sinus, try to get more No Vacancies done before Cal and Steve redescend on me. Tonight: Heroes!
Haircut (Done), eyebrows/moustache (Done).
Pay bills (Not done)/sort and deal with new mail (Not done).
Call re getting lint-trap fixed (Not done).
Call re fixing wiring and light-fixtures (Not done).
Find out who to call re getting window-screen fixed (Not done).
Course Outlines for next semester over at TFS for copying (Done).
Finish next section(s) of "Strange Weight"(Not done, though some light hammering in that direction).
Review books for Rue Morgue and send by October 15 (Done).
Watch all new Dust Devil re-issue (Done); check to see if this is for October 15 too (Done, and yes it is); find out if Richard Stanley interview is still needed/how long article is supposed to be (Not done, since no answer as yet on either issue).
Contact someone re gemmafiles.com issues (Not done).
Input and coallate notes for No Vacancies (Half done); Bill Burke wants to be at "phase two"--screenplay--by the 19th (Aaagh!); promised him the one-pager and ten-pager by Friday (Not done, but working on it).
Yesterday afternoon/evening we spent at Steve's sister Kate's for Thanksgiving dinner; elder Barringers, Cal's cousins were all in attendance. Dinner was good. Cal chased the elder kids and was chased by them in return, marking the first time I've seen him respond to them as more than worrying annoyances. He also fell down the basement stairs, but seems unharmed; Kate and her husband Paul assure me that this is something which happens fairly frequently, when small people are crossbred with the interior of their house.
More annoying is this feeling I have that I'm getting whatever Cal had/has, since my eyes are almost continually burning, itching and gumming, along with attendant nasal congestion. If I was allergic to anything but wood-mould you can only find in deep forest, I might think it was some sort of reaction..,so yeah, maybe I should go see somebody about that. But not today.
In other news, a former student of mine wants to hire me to story-edit a feature script of hers, which I have no objection to (especially since it's a paying gig). Deal memo supposedly to follow. Energy! I just wish I felt a little better, in context.
Okay, screw this. Coffee, Tylenol Cold and Sinus, try to get more No Vacancies done before Cal and Steve redescend on me. Tonight: Heroes!
