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I managed to brave the torrential rains to get to and from my Doctor's appointment after work. It was in South Brooklyn, or Kings Highway aka Little Russia. Everyone at the doctor's office spoke Russian, and English. The Doctor was fluent in English. Also everyone was pretty much Jewish. It was the NYU Langone Levitt Medical Center.
To get there from Jamaica, Queens - I took the commuter train to the B subway train. Then got off at Kings Highway - it was an elevated station. Walked out and into torrential rains. Luckily I had my handy-dandy clear plastic scoop umbrella, which is basically wind proof - and it kept my head, shoulders and chest, and for the most part back dry, not so much my backpack - even though I tried to use a protective cover over it - it did not work.
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The plus side of work? I get along with everyone and have had very little interaction with the drill sergeant (aka BYT) of late. I'm mainly interacting with the Philosophy Professor (aka BB) and that suits me fine.
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Wales is upset because Elon Musk is following her on Substack. (I warned her that Substack had some creepy people on it. Musk doesn't follow me on Xitter - but that's because I spend most of my time making snarky comments about a soap.)
No, I won't be following knitting and gardening on social media - don't like either. Have tried both. I kill plants. (I killed an Aero Garden and have been known to drown cactus.) And in regards to knitting? You have to be able to count. I know I've tried. Again - I can't count. It's hard to explain this to people. Since my mother also does it - I'm guessing it's a genetic quirk? Example? 1,2, 5, 7, 8,9, 10, 11, 14, 15, 16. (See? I skip over numbers without realizing it.)
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Considering either a Great Lakes trip, or better yet a trip from either NY or Boston up through the North Eastern islands, coast line to Toronto, stopping over in Prince Edward Island and through Cape Breton. Co-workers were all for the later. I've also considered a train ride from Toronto to say the Canadian Rockies and back.
Since mother's friend Anita died, she's said very little about her. Mother grieves a bit like I do? The less said, the better. We vent in my family, but we don't like to focus on things.
To get there from Jamaica, Queens - I took the commuter train to the B subway train. Then got off at Kings Highway - it was an elevated station. Walked out and into torrential rains. Luckily I had my handy-dandy clear plastic scoop umbrella, which is basically wind proof - and it kept my head, shoulders and chest, and for the most part back dry, not so much my backpack - even though I tried to use a protective cover over it - it did not work.
( Read more... )
***
The plus side of work? I get along with everyone and have had very little interaction with the drill sergeant (aka BYT) of late. I'm mainly interacting with the Philosophy Professor (aka BB) and that suits me fine.
Just bored. ( Read more... )
Wales is upset because Elon Musk is following her on Substack. (I warned her that Substack had some creepy people on it. Musk doesn't follow me on Xitter - but that's because I spend most of my time making snarky comments about a soap.)
No, I won't be following knitting and gardening on social media - don't like either. Have tried both. I kill plants. (I killed an Aero Garden and have been known to drown cactus.) And in regards to knitting? You have to be able to count. I know I've tried. Again - I can't count. It's hard to explain this to people. Since my mother also does it - I'm guessing it's a genetic quirk? Example? 1,2, 5, 7, 8,9, 10, 11, 14, 15, 16. (See? I skip over numbers without realizing it.)
( Read more... )
***
Considering either a Great Lakes trip, or better yet a trip from either NY or Boston up through the North Eastern islands, coast line to Toronto, stopping over in Prince Edward Island and through Cape Breton. Co-workers were all for the later. I've also considered a train ride from Toronto to say the Canadian Rockies and back.
Since mother's friend Anita died, she's said very little about her. Mother grieves a bit like I do? The less said, the better. We vent in my family, but we don't like to focus on things.