my problems with flickr continue
Whenever I attempt to upload photos from my phone to flickr additional photos get grabbed and posted. This has been happening for months and I'm going to try not to be too aggravated by it.
Today, for a few minutes, you would have been able to see photos of furniture from a recent trip to West Elm where I purchased a credenza for my office. I've let the photo of the bed linens I love remain but had to delete about a dozen useless photos of credenzas from my feed.
Sheesh.
At the end of the day my hand tends to look craggy and old.
I have two more PT appointments and then a break until January when I will start going back twice a week. We have a lot of work to do. Presently, I am working on not being completely freaked out by the piece of metal I can feel.
me, referencing my pinkie which does not straighten completely: is this it? is this the best it will be?
amazing physical therapist to whom I am completely indebted: it's never IT. We'll work on it.
And so we do/shall/are.
This guy is right outside my office window. They're chipping/drilling/hammering the bricks of the building. It is by turns annoying/stupifyingly loud/crazy. Yesterday they used the window to bounce off of. Cookies in the foreground? May be the only thing I like at Trader Joes and are also responsible for at least some of the largerness on my bottom half. I'm sure. They're gone now, so that's good, and I've started walking to work again.
Sheesh.
It's Christmas at the train station. Did you know I wrote a song called Holy Shit It's Christmas?
I'm singing it now.
I've purchased my 2015 calendar and was, uh, I don't know, surprised (?) to see that June commemorates our June scooter accident with an illustration of a scooter. I had not seen it before ordering. Is September a young person being thrown through the air? I did that too.
I might have to stop in this coffee shop (next door to PT) and check it out.
Inviting, yes?
Today, for a few minutes, you would have been able to see photos of furniture from a recent trip to West Elm where I purchased a credenza for my office. I've let the photo of the bed linens I love remain but had to delete about a dozen useless photos of credenzas from my feed.
Sheesh.
At the end of the day my hand tends to look craggy and old.
I have two more PT appointments and then a break until January when I will start going back twice a week. We have a lot of work to do. Presently, I am working on not being completely freaked out by the piece of metal I can feel.
me, referencing my pinkie which does not straighten completely: is this it? is this the best it will be?
amazing physical therapist to whom I am completely indebted: it's never IT. We'll work on it.
And so we do/shall/are.
This guy is right outside my office window. They're chipping/drilling/hammering the bricks of the building. It is by turns annoying/stupifyingly loud/crazy. Yesterday they used the window to bounce off of. Cookies in the foreground? May be the only thing I like at Trader Joes and are also responsible for at least some of the largerness on my bottom half. I'm sure. They're gone now, so that's good, and I've started walking to work again.
Sheesh.
It's Christmas at the train station. Did you know I wrote a song called Holy Shit It's Christmas?
I'm singing it now.
I've purchased my 2015 calendar and was, uh, I don't know, surprised (?) to see that June commemorates our June scooter accident with an illustration of a scooter. I had not seen it before ordering. Is September a young person being thrown through the air? I did that too.
I might have to stop in this coffee shop (next door to PT) and check it out.
Inviting, yes?
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My boss and I were in Phoenix to do an audit of our company's branch office in that city. We were sitting in the head guy's office, which was on the corner of the 517th floor of a downtown office building. (Well, it seemed like the 517th floor.) As we were chatting with him, a window washer platform came into view right outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office. I tried very hard to keep my eyes on Head Guy and not on the window washer, but when w.w. leaned w-a-y over his railing to reach a faraway bit of dirt, I lost it.
Head Guy (and my boss) were not amused.
And I need to sing along with you.
Yipes! A scooter like that? I hope that bodes full recovery by June!
Also, if it ain't there yet, it's coming your way...stay warm.
Your hand looks great, really.
LOVE the linen.
And the calendar is adorable, but it won't work if the illustrations traumatized you :(
Keep working on that pinky. You're making amazing progress!
That September kid is jumping off the school swing set.
I idolize you and know that you can get past the metal, the pinky, that you will not be scared of the June image (cute calendar, btw, overall), AND that you will get over your TJ's thing...all in due time. lol
love,
jbhat