March 2003 archives
Monday, March 24, 2003
Something that I should have done a while back: I jarred the contents of the Java Solitaire game so that it loads somewhat quicker than before. Not that anyone plays anymore anyway, but still...
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
With a nickname like the "cycle of death", it had to happen eventually.
On my way to class just now, I was in a hurry. There is a four-way intersection on the way that I take that never has automobile traffic, so I just went through it like everyone does.
The cop had to call out twice for me to stop. D'oh!
Anyway, I have a ticket (my first one ever), but I can go to a bike safety school for an hour and a half and have it dismissed. This sounds a lot better than a $96 fine, so that's the route I'm going to take.
So I now have my own story about the UPD Bike Patrol to go along with both of my Bama bike stories. Fun, fun, fun!
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
It happened again last night.
Once again, I sat upright in bed, a victim for the third time in the past two weeks of the same problem.
During the course of the night, my tongue will come into contact with my palate, also known as the roof of my mouth. I'm sure that this is a normal occurrence. However, sometimes my tongue is very dry, and will not want to let go of the roof of my mouth. This, of course, cuts off approximately all of my breathing ability if I'm breathing through my mouth while I sleep.
Which, apparently, I often do. So, not being able to breathe, I'll wake up, take a breath through my nose, and find my tongue again welded to my palate.
This, of course, leads to an obvious course of action. I have to Teflon®-coat my tongue.
I need to get in touch with the DuPont people to see about how to do that...
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
While eating in a McDonald's a couple of days ago on my way to my sister and brother-in-law's, I spotted an old couple walking toward their car.
Both the husband and the wife looked to be at least 70, and the effects of age were evident in both, but especially the wife.
I watched as the husband walked over to the passenger side of the car and opened the door, then waited as the wife made her way in and got settled. Because of her condition, it took her a while to do so, but he was patient, expression never changing. Once she was in, he shut the door and tottered over to his side and got in.
A big smile spread over my face as they pulled out, as I thought to myself, That's how I want to be in 50 years.
Saturday, March 8, 2003
She is in Michigan. I miss her already.
Today makes two wonderful months.