mixed bag

curling: played pretty well, if i do say so myself. but my gripper seems to be failing me; twice in two ends, my foot slipped and i had to look lively in order not to hit the rock on my way down. the second time, i landed as hard as should ever be allowed on my left knee, right below the kneecap. it's still too swollen to be bruised. anticipate it hurting like hell tomorrow morning.

but, tomorrow morning: not, after all, the first day of the new job. this is not because i don't have the job after all! never fear. in fact it's because of the snow, two inches of which fell in the time it took me to get home from the curling club, and nobody expects it to let up much before morning -- and this is the unfriendliest kind of snow, too, because it's been below twenty degrees forever here so the snow is powdery and dry and the wind blows it around like sand. plus side of this: easy to brush off the car. minus side: nasty to drive in. worse than sticky wet snow, in fact. (and naturally, six out of seven local motorists react wrong. memo to guy in front of me in the last block on the way home: it helps nobody if you go up the hill at five miles an hour and hit the brakes every three seconds, dude. go ahead and use the gas pedal, get up to 20 mph, and remain in control of your car. just a thought. and on the freeway! 15, 20 mph -- no good. 55 -- obviously also no good. 30 -- better. but do the other drivers listen to me? guess ...)

anyway. so i'd just dropped cmshaw off home when the cell phone rang, and it was the boss lady calling me off because tomorrow is going to be crazy -- assuming the place doesn't just throw up its hands and close. so my first day has been bumped back to tuesday. one more morning of sleeping in. :-)

see?

trying to do laundry. can't find detergent. can't find fabric softener. these aren't where i remember putting them when i unpacked. but, as we remember, my mother was here last week.

what thinking person puts detergent and fabric softener in the front closet with the leftover painting supplies? clearly, where they belong is in the second kitchen cabinet with the bleach and the swiffer cloths and the rags-in-a-box.

or: where they belong is where the person who lives there put them.