October 18th, 2005



The hall carpeting is still damp and squishy, and the hall smells musty and mildewy. Two fans are going nonstop. My neighbor said a pipe burst, nothing to do with the weather. This building is showing its age.

Today I had a mammogram. Double squish. Not that bad, though. There's a lumpy, dimpled area under my right arm that the mammogram doesn't reach, which they sonogrammed last time (almost 2 years ago) and found nothing. It's still that way, but they wouldn't do another sonogram without a new referral, so I have an E-mail in to my doctor.

When I arrived for my appointment at 3:20, a practically hysterical Asian lady was standing by the reception desk, mumbling in broken English and crying. From what I gather, she had arrived an hour late for her appointment yet was upset at being made to wait. She would not sit down, but stood by the desk making everyone else equally crazy. Finally, someone agreed to switch with her, if only to get her out of there. There may have been a bit of a language barrier.

It was crowded and I didn't get out until after 5, but I had People magazine and Oprah on TV to pass the time. Oprah had some heartwarming stories of women who overcame odds, but everyone waiting in the Women's Imaging Center got a little uncomfortable when they talked about diseases.

Afterward, I took the bus across 67th, mailed some books from the post office there, and got a gift at the Barnes & Noble for Saturday's bat mitzvah. This was the immediate neighborhood of ABC. Even though I worked in that building only a few months, we always worked WITH people in that building and the studio is there. It felt a little weird, but I didn't run into anyone I know (unlikely, in any case). I'm at the Times almost every week, in the immediate vicinity of my last actual office, and I never run into anyone around there either.

I just opened the door and checked the hallway, and it seems to smell a little better. This is nothing compared to New Orleans, I'm sure.

Why do you make something so easy so complicated

The fans are still whirring out in the hall. I was wrong about it smelling better last night. It smells like... Well, not quite like THAT, but not good. The memory of the smell was still strong when I got inside from today's journeys, so I stuffed some old clothes along the bottom of the door to block circulation in, and opened a window a sliver.

I had various goals for today, but spent too much time blog-reading, playing games, and generally not being productive. It's been a "where did the day go?" day.

I was first to claim a hair dryer stand someone on freecycle.com was giving away, so arranged to get it after 6. The woman lives very close to the Town Shop http://townshop.com/, where I've wanted to go for ages to get a bra that really fits. I'm sure I can do better than the slightly small Nana bra I've been wearing (before this, I wore another Nana bra, but the clasps broke. I wore it safety-pinned for a bit, but that's tacky even for me). The store closes at 7, so I could have easily done both.

But somehow I just couldn't go to the store. It's still there, so hope springs eternal. I know I'll feel better putting myself into expert hands.

Walking back home from the bus, I saw the library was still open (Tuesdays they close at 8). I dropped the stand at home, grabbed the library book I'd finished, and went over to return it. I picked up the next book I reserved (I'm gradually reserving books on my want list, which they send over from other branches), took out a novel about film school, and (oh well) bought 3 books from the ongoing book sale for 75 cents total.

At home, I discovered I already have one of the books I bought (a chick lit). It is on 4 wish lists at Paperbackswap.com so I should have no problem trading it away.

I did some research on my new Hair Made dryer stand. My old Conair dryer doesn't seem to fit it well. I couldn't find a clip of the infomercial, but looked at pictures, and tried a few different ways of mounting the dryer. I'm not sure this device will be useful. Also, the height is supposed to adjust but when I pull up the pole, I don't see a way to lock it there. I'll try it for one hairwash, and will donate it to the laundry room table if it's not for me. The price was right (free), and the woman meant well (she didn't need it anymore since she cut her hair short and can now "wash and go").

The day is not over yet. Maybe a flurry of activity lies ahead. More likely, there's always tomorrow. I'll be at the NYT, so I can print the NPL boat puzzles and get moving on that.
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