Jan. 10th, 2017

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aftertale: Postscript. [Herbert Coleridge's Dictionary of the Oldest Words in the English Language, 1863]
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One of the things I really hate about winter walkies is that the snow holds the traces of the bunnies and deer that frequent the neighborhood, and Jack insists on investigating. He'd follow bunny tracks right to wherever the bunnies were holed up if I let him. Which I don't. But that doesn't mean that I don't get jerked around a lot and end up having to have a firmer hold on the leash than I prefer. This morning was a prime example. I had to tell him several times to pee on it or walk away. That's the rule. We don't stand around snuffling at something all morning. Pee on it or walk away.

Looks like we're headed into the January thaw. According to this morning's long range forecast, it's supposed to be 52° in a couple of days -- and rain, of course. But it's supposed to stay in the upper 30s or lower 40s for the few days after that, which is nice -- better a slow slide back into the February Freeze than to have it happen all in a single day.

I keep telling myself that it's really only several weeks until spring, instead of several months; if you count winter as beginning in October around here (and I do), then we're well past the midway point.

I had a counseling appointment last evening which ended up being mainly a discussion about geneology and family history. There's a slight possibility that I am distantly related to my counselor. She didn't tell me what my blood pressure was, so I presume it was okay. My weight was up, but I was also wearing my boots, and I was firmly laced into them and didn't feel like unlacing them. It'll make a nice change at my next appointment when I'll be down three pounds.

After that...well, as might not be unexpected, I spent the evening binge-watching Emergency! I've got three more episodes to finish out the fourth season, then I might see about watching the current episode of Sherlock. (Though, honestly, I don't really like Sherlock that much. I'm kind of watching it so as not to feel left out of the conversation. Funny that I don't feel that way about other popular shows.) It's funny, watching these old episodes back to back to back to back. You might not notice exactly how much stock and old footage they use if you're watching it week to week, but there is only so much traveling footage for both the squad and the engine and they reused it extensively. They even reused footage of the firemen getting ready to go out on a run to the point that I noticed last night that John's hair was a couple of inches shorter while he was running for the squad than it was when he got into it. Kinda funny, really.

Yeah, I know. Don't worry about it. I'll find something new to obsess over in a few weeks, when I've finished the series. Maybe I'll go back to Highlander (left off in the third season), or Gilmore Girls, or Charmed, or the original Battlestar Galactica, or The Six Million Dollar Man (most likely, really), or The Bionic Woman (also likely), or Space: 1999. Or maybe I'll go a little newer and get caught up on Elementary or NCIS -- though it's now been several seasons since I last watched that; when last I tuned in it was the Thanksgiving after Ducky's heart attack, and I stopped watching in the middle of an episode because Abby was really starting to get on my nerves and it occurred to me that if I worked with her I'd probably go out of my way to avoid her.

Today is going to be more of the same as yesterday: recerts. I have several more I need to get through today. Then more undercare and back to the pending. My senior wants to have a meeting about the case I was working on last week; she has a question about one aspect of it. I am afraid that they're going to make me chase down another sum of money before they let the case go through, and I'm not going to be happy about that.

I had an interpreter relay call yesterday with a deaf applicant. It's been a good decade (or more) since I had the last one (which was also my first one). That first interpreter was nasty. If I spoke directly to him, he snapped at me. So I was careful to speak directly to the applicant yesterday, but the interpreter was really nice, and let me know if she was not sure she understood something so as to convey it most accurately. I was curious to know if she was actually seeing the applicant, because she said things like "it looks like s/he's dropped his/her pen" and "hang on, I can't quite make this out." It was interesting, anyway.

Ah, well. Onward and upward, right?

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