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June 24, 2005
Twarted 
Last night, my sweetie made me a burger. Oh! Burgers at home are so good, so superlative, so absolutely wonderful, and even the best burger out can't compare. Last night, we had avocado on them. Avocado!!
Then, I scooted to pilates. Except, our instructor had gotten a sub, so it was ball class. It seems that the majority of us didn't come on Tuesday, so none of us knew it would be ball class, and we all privately grumbled that we would have stayed home or gone home if we had known. Still, the instructor was very nice, and very good, and both verbalized and demonstrated the exercises.
It was hard! My balance, while greatly improved, still sucks, so, everything had this new degree of difficulty. But that was good, and at the end, I really felt well worked. I feel like I'm more a part of the group now. Slowly, I am learning names. Slowly, I'm hearing personal stories. Yay! And today, many parts of me are achy.
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So, I am still on the must-de-asthma-ify-the-house campaign. This morning's act was to take apart the living room aircleaner to clean out the filter, which according to the indicator was dirty. It took a few minutes to actually even find the door on the aircleaner, and then once it was found, it took another few minutes to open it. Would it be so hard to design in a little grip for users, so it would be clear where and how to open the device?—afterall, they are, hopefully, going to clean the filters.
So, I get the door open, and I find the filter easily. Great. There are no instructions on how to clean said filter. Hmmm. How hard would it be to have something on the inside of the device, where the user could read it, that would say how to clean the filter?
So, I go looking for the manual. I look through common piles, through my stuff, through Sweetie's. No luck. Hmmm. I even look in the manual file. No luck.
Oh, says me, silly girl, everything is online now. I just need to look on the web. So I go over to the airfilter, and marvel at the fact that it has no brandnames on it. There's an IFD logo, there's a HEPA thing, but nothing about the brand, or heavens forbid, model number. Grumble!!!
How hard can this be, really? Well, it seems, impossible. I looked at Honeywell's site, and all I could find there were Whole House Solutions. At-at-at-hhhhmm! (That would be the sound of me clearing my throat) That's nice, but hows about the whole room solution that I spent $200 for?
And, I can't let this damn thing go. Now I'm at work, and I checked the home despot web site, and there it is, and it's manufactured by a company I've never heard of, and so I go to their site, and their site is also infuriating, and it appears they don't have any documentation for my model. Sigh!
The home despot web site, though, is good. Categories, a search engine, lots of overlap—I was able to find what I wanted quickly and easily. Now, why don't they have manuals?
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Today I'm feeling more relaxed, but I'm still in the middle of a panic attack. We (my and my med advisor) decided to ride this out a bit, and see if it improves on its own, but I'm wondering if that is a good idea, really. I'm totally unable to concentrate. And since lately these have almost only been happening while I'm at work, well...
Before I started with the panic attack this morning, my belly was very upset, as if to say, VJ, you may think you're the picture of serenity, but actually... NOT! When is all of this going to end?
I was able to finally leave the house and get on the bike. This morning was the best ride yet. The vast, vast majority of it was done in speed 3, the hardest speed, and it felt great. It felt easy, even. I don't think I saw the speedometer drop beneath 10 mph unless I was stopped at a light or a stopsign. It was just tremendously pleasurable to be riding this morning. Maybe this is the practice thing that I've heard so much about it?
My coworkers are so sweet—they bought me a bottle of pink nailpolish. Which perfectly matches the bike! I tend to like loud, dark colors for nail polish, but I have to admit that I really like this alot. I was planning to take a picture of it, you know, fingernails on bicycle, but I had to find the camera. I think the cats didn't want any more pictures taken of them, or perhaps the dog was jealous—all I know is that the camera had been on the table, and now, it was nowhere to be seen.
So I found the camera. It was about halfway under the couch. It had to be the dog.
So I got it out, and put it on the couch, with my other stuff for work. Left the room for a few minutes. And once I had gotten dressed and was packing my satchel, I realized that the camera was gone again. This time, I had some momentum, and I couldn't let myself fall into another game of let's find where the camera is now!. So there it stands. My documentation has been twarted. Again.
Posted at June 24, 2005
Comments
Glad you liked the nail polish!! ;o)
Glad I went to the Annual Dinner and missed Pilates! (I'll be back for more misery next week, not to worry...)
Posted by: Jill at June 24, 2005 12:18 PM
ROTFLMAO! I thought I was the only one that called it Home Despot! :D
Hope the hubby's feeling better soon. With all the cleaning you are doing, the air in your house gotta be pretty darn nice by now.
Gotta love someone who matches her nail polish to the scooter. :) And did you say earlier that you had to take the scooter in for the 1000 km checkup? Wow, that's alot of mileage you've put on it in the short time you've had it. I wonder how much mileage I'd have on one if I used it for the shorter trips.
Posted by: Jon in Michigan at June 24, 2005 5:50 PM
I love that report on pets hiding your camera. My parents used to have two cats that were just plain thieves! I hope you hubby is feeling better!
Posted by: Jack at June 27, 2005 5:59 AM