I *HATE* Mondays

I hate grumpy bus drivers who won't even return a polite 'good morning'.

I hate bus riders who talk at the top of their lungs on a silent and near empty bus because of course ALL of us are so entitled to hear them bitch and whine.

I hate that it's August and cold and last night my heater turned on for the first time in four months.

I hate that coffee took so long to brew.

I hate that I feel like crap.

I hate that my Enigma leaves this week for two weeks.

I hate being vulnerable enough to miss someone the way I miss him when he's gone.

I hate my migraines.

I hate my ovaries.

I hate my HAIR.

I hate that my coffee's gone cold already.

I hate Mondays.

There. I said it. I HATE MONDAYS.

That is all.

Now that I have THAT out of my system...

Good Morning!

It's Monday, what can I say. I think I definitely got out of bed on the wrong side this morning. I half froze all night because the dork dog, in all her shaved splendor, shivered and burrowed and basically stole my covers last night! Silly dog. I am going to have to get her a sweater for night time I think. I have a great t-shirt for her with Dorothy Parker's signature on it (courtesy of polypolyglot) but apparently it's too thin to keep her warm at night.

My house is almost clean! And...get this...on Saturday, Dr S and I are painting my kitchen! OMG the last room of the house to paint and I'm done.

Saturday evening, just as I made my long rambling post, I happened to glance up and look out my front window. I'd heard the boys clump down the stairs from their apartment. I think that is what made me look up initially. It was about 9pm and I had the tv on, the lights on, I could see the room and my face reflected in the glass. However, there seemed to be three of me. I craned my neck forward and peered out, the other faces did too. I waved my hand and they did too. Suddenly I realized I was really seeing other people. I leaped up and grabbed my door. Standing outside on my patio was the Mad Scientist and the Kitten with a whip, wrapped warm in their Guatemalan serapes.

We three curled up for an hour or two of laughter and drinks. They'd been to see "An Inconvenient Truth." As they got ready to go home, I hooked a leash on the dork dog and we walked with them to their car. It was a nice long walk for both of us that night.

Sunday I spent more time cleaning, cooking, writing, and even napping. I don't feel all that well (obvious from Sunday night's post), but I still managed to get a good amount done around the house. Dinner with Dr S last night and some movies on TV rounded out the weekend.

One interesting thing I learned was actually Saturday evening, after my guests had left and I sat talking with the Enigma. He'd been doing errands and one of them took him past my old place. He said there was a 'sale pending' sign outside and it looked like quite a bit had been done to the old place, including all new cedar shingles on the outside. I surprised myself by feeling relieved that Kay was getting what she wanted, and that she hadn't just evicted me on a whim of some sort. I wish her luck and I hope she got that condo near Lake Merritt that she wanted.

BossMan tells me he's telecommuting today. This should make for an interesting Monday at work then! Meanwhile, I need more coffee.

Ciao for Niao.

...Makes you think, doesn't it.

I live in Berkeley, California. In so many ways it lives up to its reputation as a haven for the intellectual elite and the hard-core, left-leaning, hippy-loving, peace-nik haven that it is. However, I have to say, Berkeley is at least honest about itself, its inhabitants, its contradictions and its idiosyncrasies.

This weekend I came across an opinion column in the SF News. It was a different take on the whole Jon Bennett Ramsey issue. It didn't focus so much on the characters and the lurid details as it did the city of Boulder and the contradictions of its society.

First some facts. Boulder is one of the five richest counties in the United States, but it has the lowest rate of charitable giving in Colorado. A decade ago, Tajikistan donated an ornately hand carved Russian Tea House to the city. It cost Tajikistan millions of dollars. In return, Boulder promised to give a cyber cafe to Tajikistan because this Third World city's inhabitants do not have Internet access. More than a decade later, Tajikistan still waits for Boulder to fulfill its promise.

Full article is here.

I've been to Boulder. I loved its location and its atmosphere, but...this article is not the first I've heard of it's Schizophrenic social face. My former boss here lived there five years and attended college there. I have two friends who fled to Berkeley when Boulder got to be too much for them (instead of the other way around). It makes me wonder...if this isn't a factor in how long this case has gone unsolved.