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[catsittingstill]

Well, Saturday was a good, productive day. I finished up all but one of the sidebar ideas for the physics textbook, bought 24 pounds of peaches for 15$ (you get good discounts if you say "how much for the whole basket?") did two loads of laundry and various other useful things.

Sunday, not so good. It rained all day, which normally doesn't bother me, but right now seems to make me sadder. I went to church and asked in the office about "joys and concerns" which is where you announce things like deaths, and started crying as I was trying to explain, and couldn't stop for a while. I guess there was a misunderstanding, as I just meant to ask when the next one was going to be (they don't have them every week anymore), but instead they arranged a special one for me. It was a nice thought, anyway. But I spent much of the rest of the day feeling sad. Except we had a great lunch at a Chinese restaurant we'd been meaning to try and I had Cantonese Duck and it was great, and made me feel better for a while.

Today, also not so good. I forgot to take a hanky to work so of course today was the day I felt like crying. I did manage to make a couple more illustrations for the revised version of the article. (Did I mention Nature ended up rejecting it? But Nature gets hundreds of submissions and only prints a few, so I wasn't too bothered by that.) So I'm not actually behind. A couple of times the boss tried to get me to do extra stuff. I find I'm getting good results by saying "I can do that. Would you like me to do it before, or after, I finish the pictures?" There's only one of me and I can only work on one thing at a time. Then I went home and cried on Kip's shoulder for a while and ate egg rolls and slept a couple of hours before I had to get up and deal with the peaches. I'd intended to dry them over the weekend, but they were hard like little baseballs and I wanted to give them some time to ripen; it makes for better dried peaches.
By midnight I had sliced and peeled a dehydrator load of peaches. Then I tried to call my Dad and my brother (it being only 9:00 where they are). But nobody was home. Pout. Pout, pout pout. I wanted somebody to cheer me up and tell me funny stories.

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[tnatj.livejournal.com]

Bah, here I am up at 3am with a bit of the upset stomach. I'm wandering through LJ now to let me settle, and I spot your post here. That's not a funny story; unless misery thinks the company of physical discomfort is amusing (which it might), and your distress has inflicted my stomach ache upon me through some sort of telempathesis ...

Cat, I'm certain I had never met your mother — at least more than in passing, and probably not at all — given the distances involved.

In your own time, and only if you want to, could tell us about your mother, and what you felt was important about her in your own life? She evidently has been a strong influence in yours, and I suspect an inspiration to a very wonderful, creative person.

[madfilkentist]

By way of something to cheer you up, I'll mention that a musical co-conspirator of mine is working on a Harry Potter parody of "Oops." That's not a funny story in itself, but the final product should contain some. I'll try to remember to email it to you, or ask her to email it to you, when she's finished it.

Continuing hugs and sympathy.

[msminlr.livejournal.com]

"I went to church and asked in the office about "joys and concerns" which is where you announce things like deaths, and started crying as I was trying to explain, and couldn't stop for a while. I guess there was a misunderstanding, as I just meant to ask when the next one was going to be (they don't have them every week anymore), but instead they arranged a special one for me."

Sounds like their office person's gut instinct was the same as mine would have been: You Need Comfort Prayers Right Now.

[braider.livejournal.com]

*hug* It was good of them to arrange a special one for you. It's good for you to have the extra bit of support network.

What kind of funny stories do you like?

[sdorn.livejournal.com]

Even though I knew darned well that my father was going to die about when he did, for the following weeks I was about as productive as a cat being asked to fetch. So you're doing fine, from my experience, in the global sense. Yeah, it still stinks.

[randwolf.livejournal.com]

I remember being apt to bursting into tears the weeks after my mother died. You have my sympathy.

By the way, I noticed this morning that Southwest is offering good one-way fares from Louisville to Portland; if you can find a way to get to Louisville, they might be worth looking into.

[vixyish.livejournal.com]

What's brown and sticky? A stick!
What do you call a boomerang that doesn't return? A stick!

Yeah, my jokes aren't so good when it's early. Here's a hug instead. :)

*HUG*

[dan-ad-nauseam.livejournal.com]

Sorry about Nature. That's probably why they had the space for the paper my cousin's husband collaborated on. :-)

[tarkrai.livejournal.com]

*sympathies*

Hey, hon, could you do me a favor and write me, or respond to this message? I have a question for you...