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I had a very nice time at J's. There was canasta. And fried chicken, potato salad and beans. And more canasta. And brainstorming for some themed playlists.

Another nice extra was the view of the city fireworks visible above the trees from her backyard.

Not so great: Her couch, which has *killed* my lower back. (I did not get much sleep.) Or the little fucker who's out in the street shooting off firecrackers. I'm going to turn the classical music channel on and tr to get more sleep....

I'm down to the last bunch of dishes soaking in the sink, go me. Then I can get started oon the counters....

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I had a very nice time at J's. There was canasta. And fried chicken, potato salad and beans. And more canasta. And brainstorming for some themed playlists.

Another nice extra was the view of the city fireworks visible above the trees from her backyard.

Not so great: Her couch, which has *killed* my lower back. (I did not get much sleep.) Or the little fucker who's out in the street shooting off firecrackers. I'm going to turn the classical music channel on and tr to get more sleep....

I'm down to the last bunch of dishes soaking in the sink, go me. Then I can get started oon the counters....

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Aches and pains

Tossed and turned and moaned and groaned trying to get comfy in bed. Left Hip hurt abominably. Ibuprophen is my friend. Note to self, do NOT try to sleep at J's again until she has a new couch, which is alledgedly going to happen in the next couple of weeks. Although I have noticed, it seem to only be here at home that I hurt....

OTOH, she's STILL going round and round about the grant that was supposed to get the dog training company official premises since November. And it's been longer than that since I saw a nickel out of the biz. Speaking of dogs, I signed up to give a presentation about service animals at church this Sunday, which means I need to get my ass in gear and actually write something.

I should also gear up and start doing laundry---unearthed a lot of bedding while excavating my bedroom, and I've been climbing over piles of it for a week now. Fortunately, that's not ultra time-consuming, so I can run back and forth from my desk to the garage.

Although, come to think of it, I'm getting peckish. And I've got an arse-load of stuff on my DVR that needs to be viewed and cleared. Ah, well---thanks to my mid-day nap, I'm sure to be up all night!

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Aches and pains

Tossed and turned and moaned and groaned trying to get comfy in bed. Left Hip hurt abominably. Ibuprophen is my friend. Note to self, do NOT try to sleep at J's again until she has a new couch, which is alledgedly going to happen in the next couple of weeks. Although I have noticed, it seem to only be here at home that I hurt....

OTOH, she's STILL going round and round about the grant that was supposed to get the dog training company official premises since November. And it's been longer than that since I saw a nickel out of the biz. Speaking of dogs, I signed up to give a presentation about service animals at church this Sunday, which means I need to get my ass in gear and actually write something.

I should also gear up and start doing laundry---unearthed a lot of bedding while excavating my bedroom, and I've been climbing over piles of it for a week now. Fortunately, that's not ultra time-consuming, so I can run back and forth from my desk to the garage.

Although, come to think of it, I'm getting peckish. And I've got an arse-load of stuff on my DVR that needs to be viewed and cleared. Ah, well---thanks to my mid-day nap, I'm sure to be up all night!

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No, not that chameleon, the other one

Back in the day, circa 1989, GK got me and a few of the usual suspects into attending Renaissance festivals, and at one of them, we encountered The Chameleon.

We got to see the inventor and his crew demonstrate its versatility, and SBJB, Doc and I all purchased one. (According to J, Doc had more than one, but whatever.) It wasn't what I'd call cheap, either---I seem to recall the ultra-super-plus size I got was about $75, making it one of the priciest garments I've ever owned.

They are NOT one-size-fits-all; according to the gal I bought mine from, they're constructed proportionally, a certain radius for the torso, a certain hexagon size for the correct length...anyway, I got mine ages back, grew out of it, and about ten years ago, when GK got into sewing cloaks and such, I gave her my Chameleon thinking she might be able to expand her repertorie (and possibly make me one that fit).

Fast forward to a couple weeks ago, at GK's hotel, when she brought out my old Chameleon and asked if I wanted it back.

I hadn't seen it in eons or had it on in even longer. Purely out of morbid curiousity, I tried it on, and almost had to be revived: IT FITS. (Worked a treat as a nightgown, too.) Yes, my weight has been up and down, but clearly more down than up.

Now if I can just get some of the rust stains off it...I might end up tie-dying it, or at least redying it something more saturated than candy pink....

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No, not that chameleon, the other one

Back in the day, circa 1989, GK got me and a few of the usual suspects into attending Renaissance festivals, and at one of them, we encountered The Chameleon.

We got to see the inventor and his crew demonstrate its versatility, and SBJB, Doc and I all purchased one. (According to J, Doc had more than one, but whatever.) It wasn't what I'd call cheap, either---I seem to recall the ultra-super-plus size I got was about $75, making it one of the priciest garments I've ever owned.

They are NOT one-size-fits-all; according to the gal I bought mine from, they're constructed proportionally, a certain radius for the torso, a certain hexagon size for the correct length...anyway, I got mine ages back, grew out of it, and about ten years ago, when GK got into sewing cloaks and such, I gave her my Chameleon thinking she might be able to expand her repertorie (and possibly make me one that fit).

Fast forward to a couple weeks ago, at GK's hotel, when she brought out my old Chameleon and asked if I wanted it back.

I hadn't seen it in eons or had it on in even longer. Purely out of morbid curiousity, I tried it on, and almost had to be revived: IT FITS. (Worked a treat as a nightgown, too.) Yes, my weight has been up and down, but clearly more down than up.

Now if I can just get some of the rust stains off it...I might end up tie-dying it, or at least redying it something more saturated than candy pink....

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