Car Ick

So it was suggested by the folks at the car place that I bring it in to have it listened to, since its still making the same noise it was before the repairs. I was going to go yesterday, but the timing would have been a little tight with work, so I was going to take it today. They keep telling me that there's someone there to do such things from 9 to 4, except from 1-2, Monday to Friday. Well, this is the second time I've called that someone isn't available. They said I should call tomorrow morning to find a time they could do tomorrow, they hope, but they're not sure. This guy also said that the person is in from 8-5 except from 12-2: a different set of times from the other folks I've talked to. Weird.

I wonder why every time the thing auto-saves entries lately, the right boundary moves farther to the right until things stop all fitting on the screen...

Car Ick

So it was suggested by the folks at the car place that I bring it in to have it listened to, since its still making the same noise it was before the repairs. I was going to go yesterday, but the timing would have been a little tight with work, so I was going to take it today. They keep telling me that there's someone there to do such things from 9 to 4, except from 1-2, Monday to Friday. Well, this is the second time I've called that someone isn't available. They said I should call tomorrow morning to find a time they could do tomorrow, they hope, but they're not sure. This guy also said that the person is in from 8-5 except from 12-2: a different set of times from the other folks I've talked to. Weird.

I wonder why every time the thing auto-saves entries lately, the right boundary moves farther to the right until things stop all fitting on the screen...

On Saving Things

So I was clearing out my inbox on my school email address a bit, and started paging through some older stuff in there in the thought of preparing to get it all off of there and into a word file, as I save much of my old email (nowhere near as consistently or as methodically as I used to, unfortunately. Heck- I used to print it all out: in the bottom of my memorabilia box are several binders full of my emails from 9th and 10th grades or so). So I'm looking through some of the assorted emails that I've kept and intended to save- and some of them are from people I'm no longer in any sort of touch with, some folks I'm not really sad that I'm not in touch with... But they were meaningful at the time. So I'll probably save them. It's only consistent. But it feels rather odd: it's the difference between recording one's experiences and constructing memories one wants to preserve. I definitely seem to fall into something closer to the former camp.

I remember that one of my grandmothers told me that when she either got married or engaged to my grandfather, that she disposed of her diaries from when she was dating other guys, because they had romantic stuff about those other guys in them. (Amie, I know you'll read this: please feel free to leave a comment with corrections to the story if you want.) From the way I remember her telling the story, she seemed rather regretful that she did not keep the diaries for the memories that they contained, now. Maybe that influenced my tendencies, who knows. But even when I've gotten behind on things with saving emails, or putting pictures in my album, I still put in things from people I'm no longer really involved with, in whatever way. But it feels rather odd as I do it, and sometimes I wonder if it's always the best idea.

Steve came by today (I ran into her on my way home from my exam this morning) and showed me what I was doing wrong with my crocheting project (that same kippah- but finally making progress), and now it seems to be coming along rather well. I'm rather excited about it, even if it isn't the Most practical of my current craft projects. It's far from perfect- it's a bit ripply. But I think it's likely to be wearable and even possibly pretty, which makes me quite happy.

On Saving Things

So I was clearing out my inbox on my school email address a bit, and started paging through some older stuff in there in the thought of preparing to get it all off of there and into a word file, as I save much of my old email (nowhere near as consistently or as methodically as I used to, unfortunately. Heck- I used to print it all out: in the bottom of my memorabilia box are several binders full of my emails from 9th and 10th grades or so). So I'm looking through some of the assorted emails that I've kept and intended to save- and some of them are from people I'm no longer in any sort of touch with, some folks I'm not really sad that I'm not in touch with... But they were meaningful at the time. So I'll probably save them. It's only consistent. But it feels rather odd: it's the difference between recording one's experiences and constructing memories one wants to preserve. I definitely seem to fall into something closer to the former camp.

I remember that one of my grandmothers told me that when she either got married or engaged to my grandfather, that she disposed of her diaries from when she was dating other guys, because they had romantic stuff about those other guys in them. (Amie, I know you'll read this: please feel free to leave a comment with corrections to the story if you want.) From the way I remember her telling the story, she seemed rather regretful that she did not keep the diaries for the memories that they contained, now. Maybe that influenced my tendencies, who knows. But even when I've gotten behind on things with saving emails, or putting pictures in my album, I still put in things from people I'm no longer really involved with, in whatever way. But it feels rather odd as I do it, and sometimes I wonder if it's always the best idea.

Steve came by today (I ran into her on my way home from my exam this morning) and showed me what I was doing wrong with my crocheting project (that same kippah- but finally making progress), and now it seems to be coming along rather well. I'm rather excited about it, even if it isn't the Most practical of my current craft projects. It's far from perfect- it's a bit ripply. But I think it's likely to be wearable and even possibly pretty, which makes me quite happy.