Month: October 2010

I guess that was Tuesday

I overslept this morning and somehow didn’t wake up until 8 o’clock on the nose. Even more remarkable, though, is the fact that I still managed to be on the 8:15 train. I even managed to shower and brush my teeth. (Well, okay, I did those two simultaneously.) And while I had to rush like mad, I didn’t have to run for the train or anything.

Sometimes it pays to live only a couple of minutes from the train station.

The rest of the day was pretty much business as usual. I spent most of it weeding through stock photo sites, which I’m still doing, looking for replacements for figures that appeared in the first edition. This is proving a little tougher than finding regular stock photos, since these others are more medical and scientific in nature. I know I’m just asking for trouble plugging keywords like “glands” into my image searches, but that’s sort of what it’s come to. The previous edition was published by a competitor, and I think they had an illustrator or two on hand, which seems just wholly unfair.

Other than that, I scheduled a follow-up appointment with my spine doctor for next Tuesday. It was probably asking too much that I be able to get a Friday appointment, and thereby use a day I was already taking off for vacation. But I rescheduled my day off, for next Tuesday, and it’s not too shabby getting the initial visit, MRI, and follow-up all taken care of it less than two weeks. Hopefully the MRI — bright and early this Saturday — will suggest a plan of action.

And this evening, when I came home, there was a helicopter circling this and the surrounding blocks for twenty or thirty minutes. Also, maybe unconnected, a police car pulling into the parking lot at the train station a few minutes before that. I wonder if they were chasing a fugitive or something. I’ve seen nothing about it on the news, or online, but that helicopter seemed to be making quite a few passes overhead.

Oh, and I would be remiss if I didn’t enjoin you all to vote for Heather in the Canadian Blog Awards. Hers is my favorite Canadian blog, which I’m sure you’re all reading anyway, but I thought I’d pass the word along.

Tomorrow, they tell me, is Wednesday.

Song of the day

“Iowa (Traveling III)” by Dar Williams

How I long to fall just a little bit, to dance out of the lines and stray from the light
But I fear that to fall in love with you is to fall from a great and gruesome height
So I asked a friend about it, on a bad day, her husband had just left her
She sat down on the chair he left behind, she said
“what is love, where did it get me? whoever thought of love is no friend of mine.”

Tuesday various

Six years of Mondays

Today marked my six-year anniversary at work, although the day itself was just like any other Monday. I’ve actually got a pretty busy week planned, at least near the end of it, and this evening I managed to schedule my MRI. It’s this Saturday at 7 a.m. Luckily, the radiology place is right nearby, and the woman on the phone assured me that I’ll be in and out pretty quick, since I’m definitely the first appointment of the day. I still need to call my spine doctor to confirm they squared the insurance authorization — as well as to schedule a follow-up with him to discuss the MRI results — but it’s nice to have a plan of action worked out for the week.

Still, I remain wholly unconvinced that six whole years have gone by since I moved back home from Pennsylvania. On the one hand, I’m glad. I had some friends in Pennsylvania, although fewer as the years went by and more graduated, and I absolutely didn’t hate working for the university. But New York was the only place I was going to get an entry-level job in publishing, if only because this is where ninety-something percent of all publishing jobs are located. Moving back home was not at all a mistake. And yet, the thought of buying a home (or rather apartment or condo) and settling down…I still really don’t know how I feel about that. I like my job and the people I work with, and I do want to move out on my own again, but is New York really where I want to stay?

It should be noted I am not the most decisive of individuals. That’s sort of how six year go by just like that.