October 20th, 2002



Fall is caramel apple season, which makes all the chilliness worthwhile.
I get a strange satisfaction from peeling the lint off the lint screen in my dryer.
I went to a haunted barn on Friday, and although I was never actually scared, I was quite startled several times and enjoyed myself.
Almost all the clothes I own are now clean....which makes my dresser rather crowded.
So far I have spent a delightfully lazy weekend. I almost hate to go ruin it with all the skating I'm scheduled to do this afternoon.
My backyard is overgrown and desperately needs tending. But that too would ruin the laziness I've been enjoying so far.
I am out of cereal and clean bowls. I go through phases sometimes when all I want to eat is cereal.
Although I have gotten much healthier, and the swollen lymph node has gone away, my neck/throat/ear have never fully stopped bothering me.
Because it seemed like something interesting to try, I made an LJ community yesterday. iceskaters
I am wearing a bathrobe and tigger slippers.
I would have made a great cat.

More about my bathroom

Well, I got annoyed with my luxurious laziness, so I forced myself off my duff and got something accomplished. I installed a new storage cabinet in my bathroom. It's the kind that's about 2' wide by 3' high, and hangs on the wall above your toilet. I'd purchased it on Wednesday, and it's been sitting in my front room since then. It was a bit of a chore to install. The hardest part was holding it steady where I wanted it, in order to drill the holes. I was standing on my left foot on my toilet-seat, with two textbooks set on the toilet-top, my right foot on the two books, and the cabinet resting on my raised knee. That got it to the right height, but then still I had to rock it back and forth 'til it was level, then hold it steady there while I drilled the four holes through the cabinet into the wall.

My first attempt, the holes didn't line up, because I'd allowed the thing to move in between hole-drillings. I thought about it, frustrated, for awhile. I was getting hot and sweaty from my efforts, so I stripped off my shirt. (What? Guys can do it! And I have a "privacy window" in my bathroom. But even so, I felt like I was involved in some kind of kinky home-improvement porn. Oh well, I was more comfortable. (No, I didn't take any pictures.)) Then I had some diet coke, and I came up with the solution to my lining-up problem.

I picked the upper-right hole I'd made, and called it correct. I installed a plastic anchor in that hole, put the cabinet back up, and screwed it into the anchor. Once it was semi-securely attached to the wall, it was much steadier. I was able to level it again and drill the other three holes much more easily. Then I let the cabinet pivot back and forth on its single screw so that I could install the other three wall anchors in the holes I'd drilled. I then leveled it again, found that the holes were still lined up properly this time, and installed the other three screws.

Success! The cabinet was securely fastened to the wall! I'm pleased with my little endeavor. It looks pretty nice too, although it's still empty right now.
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Sweetest Day

Somebody at the bar after skating made a comment about getting something for sweetest day, and I suddenly remembered that it was yesterday. Sweetest day was yesterday, and I didn't even notice. Sweetest day is this weird little Michigan-only "hallmark holiday". It's basically like an October version of Valentine's Day. I think maybe a little of Ohio celebrates it, but mostly it's just here in Michigan. It's an odd thing, and it's really only recently caught on, but now it's quite a big romance-day here. Hallmark is very powerful here, I guess.

I never used to really celebrate sweetest day. It mostly annoyed me (all about love and mush), and it was just a hallmark holiday after all. But S liked the day....I think because it had less commercialism than valentines day, and was less widely-celebrated. He preferred the day to v-day, so once I started dating him I started celebrating it. He always got me nice romantic presents, and we'd go out somewhere special. It was fun, actually.

R sent me a dozen beautiful chocolate-covered strawberries, the sweetest day when we were dating. They were wonderful, and I'll always remember how very "sweet" indeed that gesture was!

C doesn't celebrate sweetest day. He didn't grow up in Michigan, and he thinks it's stupid. So I haven't celebrated the day either, the past couple of years. But I've always missed it, a little bit, and I've always associated the day with S, because he liked the holiday so much.

Strange then, that I forgot all about it yesterday. Of course, I only left the house once all day, so I wasn't as exposed to the Media as I am if I'm out and about. Usually the media deluges you on holidays enough to drive you crazy, and make certain you won't forget! But yesterday...no listening to the radio, no driving by flower shops, none of that. Instead I spend my sweetest day doing laundry, reading, and writing. I'd thought about it in the preceding week a bit, when I heard ads or others mentioned it or something. I knew C would be out of town, so I wouldn't feel like I "ought" to celebrate it in some fashion. Not that he celebrates it anyway, but you know. I hadn't planned to do anything other than perhaps email C a "happy sweetest day" note and probably spend a little time remembering S. But instead it slipped my mind, and I did nothing. Not that it really matters, but it still feels a little weird. I felt a little surprised and sad, when I suddenly realized that I had let it go by unnoticed.

Ah well...hallmark holidays come and go. There will be more, and even sweetest day will come again next year!

(Oh, here we go, I found some information on the origins of Sweetest Day. Not a Michigan-only holiday after all...it originated in Cleveland!)