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journal - 2001-0123 - tue 2100 Household Chores, Attaccabottoni, Lingam I relish this time in the evening when the assorted chores are done, and I've flipped off the tv. And the cats are all asleep. And I can sit and metaphysically catch my breath or examine my id. The last two days at work have been marked by a need to finish an assortment of tasks that have been ill-defined. Incredibly frustrating. I would start only to discover my info was wrong, or else I didn't have all the facts. Or something would be missing. This drives me up the fucking wall! I keep saying that I can not work miracles with fairy farts and pixie dust. Moving right along. For the past month, I've been desperately trying to stay ahead of the flow of household duties. I've actually sent checks out ahead of time. And I've been keeping track of my checking balance. Last night I sorted through the various subscription renewals that I've been considering. (I'm keeping my subs to "Wired" and "Playgirl.") And tried to unscramble the offers from BMG and Columbia House. I dumped a lot, decided to reject a monthly selection, and paper clipped some items for further review. But just as I make headway, new items arrive. Yesterday, my mailbox was jammed with bills, magazines, requests for donations, etc. And today was even worse. So now I have a brand new pile of "stuff" in a chair. However, I did go through and shift out the bills and more important items. This evening I had to stop by the grocery. I hate going to the grocery store! This visit was especially preplexing. Within the last few weeks the grocery has changed hands, and a lot of merchandise has been replaced. And it looked like all the prices were different. When I got home, it took several trips to lug all the crap in. The cats were not a bit of help; they wanted to play with the plastic bags and stick their little pink noses into everything. And they kept meowing because I wouldn't stop and open the cat food. When I got to the bathroom, I discovered that there had been several "accidents" during the day. At least it was on the bathroom floor and not the couch. Grumble! Grumble! Grumble! Yesterday, two selections from the Quality Paperback Book Club arrived. "They Have a Word for It" - a lexicon of untranslatable words and phrases. A very interesting book that attempts to explain foreign terms for which there are no English equivalent. " 'rasa' - The mood or sentiment that is evoked by a work of art." (A Sanskrit word.) " 'attaccabottoni' - A doleful bore who buttonholes people and tells sad, pointless tales." (Italian) The second book is "Descriptionary" - a thematic dictionary. "The book for when you know what it is , but not what it's called." Under "Words About Words," I found "homonyn slip - the incorrect writing of one word for another with the same or nearly the same pronounciation, for example 'too' for 'two,' for 'then' for 'than.' " Well, I now no the name for what I frequently do. I forgot to mention that QAF showed penises Sunday night. However, they were all in photos or drawings. "lingam" - A Sanskrit term indicating the symbol of the erect penis as an object of veneration. PAX!
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