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July 28, 1998
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The memory I ordered came. I did not have a stroke. The doctor's office picked up on the first ring. What a change from yesterday! The weather forecasts all said it was supposed to be very muggy today. Therefore, I was kind of regretting having left the windows open and gone to bed without the a/c on last night. I needn't have. I woke to cool breezes this morning. It in fact is humid but not the unbearable oppressive mugginess we'd been led to expect. Joan-west called while I was on the phone, so I called her back first thing. She's back in the USA from Italy and is visiting her Mom in the Midwest and we need to make plans for her arrival/stay here and her trip to New Jersey for a retreat in mid August. We couldn't' talk long because we both needed to snap out of the morning lethargy and do errands. Somehow, after talking with her, getting through to the doctor's office, and then finding the package with the memory in it stuck in the back door when I wasn't expecting it until tomorrow I felt energized. I felt I could take on more chores. I bought a new battery for the camera and some film so I can photograph the upcoming family gathering for Lizzy's birthday. I wrote another letter to Lizzy at camp. I bought yet more stamps. I paid the bills, stacks of 'em. I picked up the prescription. I called Joan-west again. I installed the memory. I'm up to 80 MB now. Hoo Wheee! If Mac Connection ever makes good on replacing the defective one I'll be up to 112 MB. Why when I was a young whippersnapper that much memory would have cost the Gross National Product of a major country and taken up a whole city block :-) So now that I can work again, do I fire up Photoshop and get back to the land of the digital pine cones? Nope. I sit and read Looking for the Lost, which makes me homesick for Hokkaido, and I catch up on a few online journals. Tomorrow is soon enough to get down and dirty with the pine cones. After I clean litterboxes that is. A passage in Looking for the Lost about drinking in a ryokan with a guy who pumps sumps for a living reminded me that when I mentioned a sump pump in a previous entry the spell checker didn't recognize it. I wondered at the time whether that meant no one in Seattle or Silicon Valley had ever heard of a sump pump. Well, I can imagine not in Silicon Valley because most of the houses don't have basements to flood or pump - and it doesn't rain all that much anyway (in normal years - not this year), but what about Seattle? But other liquids besides water can accumulate in a sump and other things besides basements have sumps. So I looked up sump in the dictionary just to be sure that the word I've heard all my life (our basement flooded a lot when I was growing up) really meant what I thought it did.
OK, this does not explain why the spell checker does not recognize it. I decided to add it to the spell checker just in case I need to mention it again. I'm at least now confident it's not a regionalism since it is derived from the Middle English. At one point in Looking for the Lost, a fortune teller informs the author that in a previous incarnation he was born in Hirosaki (a small city in northern Honshu). Maybe I should ask a fortune teller if I was born in Rokugo in a previous life. |
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