Apr. 18th, 2017 05:19 pm
fayanora: Hermione not amused (Hermione not amused)
I just suffered through over an hour of hiccups! It only ended when I started eating my tuna salad sandwiches with chopped celery. Potential new hiccup cure?
fayanora: Icky (Icky)
I woke up today certain it was Monday, only to find out it's Sunday again. I say "again" because I clearly remember Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Granted, I was ill on Friday and Saturday, but not so badly I could lose track of time.

I remember going up to Brooke's place Friday, coming back after two hours because of being ill, sleeping an hour before eating, going back to bed another hour. Then, I remember spending all Saturday long at the computer suffering from a headache and feeling like shit. I went back to bed Saturday night - actually night for once - and was up Sunday morning (actually morning).

Sunday, I texted Jesse and Lily about meeting, and they said they were at a con, but never said anything to suggest it was actually Saturday. Wasted some time trying to decide where else to go, preferably somewhere open 24 hours, but everywhere I found either was a place I knew was too busy or wasn't sure they had Wi-Fi, or else the site said Easter was possibly screwing up their hours, and I remember checking the computer's calendar and it said it was Easter still (before midnight). I kept looking for an hour or so but then it got too late for anywhere other than this IHOP that's a mile's walk away, so I tried to write at home, ended up publishing the next Many Faces chapter instead and then running out of energy. Watched Star Versus the Forces of Evil until Monday at 7 am, went to bed, woke up at 3 pm to my phone telling me it's Sunday again.

It is possible I'm misremembering and lost track of time, but considering how detailed my memories are, I doubt that I did that. Clearly, accidental time travel is to blame.

I hope today only repeats this once, because I hate Sundays, and I hate Easter Sundays even more than usual Sundays.


Feb. 23rd, 2017 06:28 am
fayanora: Hermione not amused (Hermione not amused)
Moths are getting to be a problem in our house. Only they don't seem to be attracted to clothes, but to actual food. I just had to throw out a bunch of rice because of wriggly white moth maggots. Given that, and given that I can't stand mothballs, I'm gonna go with a more natural solution and make satchels of red cedar shavings and/or other repellent herbs. Apparently lavender repels moths, too. And lavender is edible, so I might just buy a bunch of lavender and mix it in with the new rice I have to buy now. I'll have lavender flavored rice, but that's the opposite of a problem for me.

Hmm... I wonder if it would work to buy some small cedar planks and put them near the food?


Jan. 18th, 2017 08:53 am
fayanora: DMT Collective Icon (DMTC)
My roommate gave me a pair of tweezers she'd bought from a place called Sephora, and the receipt, so I could return it for money toward the rent. Since I had to go out into the out yesterday anyway, specifically downtown, I took it with me and stopped by Sephora to return it. I figured they were worth $5, so I wouldn't have bothered if I hadn't been in the area anyway. But when I got there, I found out she'd paid $28 for it!!! I got $14 cash and the rest in store credit, though I have no idea what I'll do with the store credit. Maybe I'll sell the card they gave me for $8 or $10, I dunno. But I was utterly flabbergasted. I couldn't believe anyone - let alone my thrifty roommate - would spend nearly $30 for a stupid pair of tweezers! o_O I personally wouldn't spend more than $5 for tweezers, and even that much would be pushing it.

As to yesterday, it was very cold and wet and rainy, and I got soaked to the bone. I was so exhausted when I got home that I went pretty much straight to bed, even though it was only 8 pm.
fayanora: Steph bouncy (Steph bouncy)
I am a night owl, I sleep during the day. So you'd think I would have gotten blackout curtains years ago when I first moved in here, since I know about them, and did then, too. But I didn't. I didn't even look for them. Which is a shame, because they're a hell of a lot cheaper than I thought they were, about the same price in some places as regular curtains. And best of all, I found PINK blackout curtains at Home Depot! I haven't gotten them yet, but I plan on doing so.

What I'm gonna do is put the blackout curtains in my room, and switch my current curtains (which are very nice but not as good as they could be) into the living room if I can, since I don't really need blackout curtains in the living room. At least not yet. In the summertime, that will probably change, because among other things, blackout curtains (at least some kinds) are apparently insulating as well.

What got me thinking of curtains after all this time? Well, I just finally got around to putting plastic over the windows to keep the cold air out. It was quite an ordeal. I started at around 8 or 9 PM and didn't finish until around 3 AM. Well, there was some moving of heavy bookshelves involved (because one window had a bookshelf in front of half of it, because the window is so fucking long), and I had to take down the blankets my roomie pinned over the windows with thumbtacks to keep as much of the cold air out as possible (as well as sunlight; she's a night owl too). And washing the surfaces, letting them dry, dealing with the mold in the windows (as much of it as I could get) and then the double-sided tape has to sit 15 minutes before you can take the other side off and start applying the plastic. Also, the windows were designed by a moron who got his engineering degree from a crackerjack box. Among its "features" are plaster walls along the edges with only a thin strip of wood around the edge of the windows, lots of nooks and crannies for mold to grow in, a shitty window lock made mostly of plastic, and dumbest of all is that all of these windows have little vents you can open and close, which we only noticed when we were doing my bedroom's windows back in November. I don't even know how to draw windows properly and I could design a better window!

Oh yeah, and then I kept messing up and had to keep tearing out the tape and reapplying it. And the second window was bigger than the first window, even though they look the same size when eyeballing them. But I know the one where the bookshelf was is longer than the other, because the plastic from the same roll as plastic that stretched easily across the other one and had several inches on all sides to spare had to be wrestled and fought with for 30 minutes to get it on. There was only just enough room to do it, in the end, and even that involved having to redo some of the tape to move the sides closer together. But in the end, I triumphed!

The most fun part, of course, was using the hair dryer to shrink the plastic. That caused some more delays, as I had to stop occasionally to let the dryer cool off before continuing. It's not a perfect job, there are still lines, even big ones, but the thing is taut and I can't feel any leaks.

Oh and another delay was that the roomie had done half of one window (IE, there are two window panes side by side, and she did the right-hand side one), but I eventually figured out there was no way to do the other half without tearing out her work and doing the whole window at once on my own. So that's what I did.

And because I want to double-layer it, and because there's no other way to do so, I am going to have to go out and get some of the kind of insulation kit that uses the strips of cardboard you have to staple into the wall, because the tape doesn't stick to our walls because our walls are bumpy, painted plaster.1

Anyway, so that was my day.

1 = Honestly, I don't know how this place passed city code inspections; the ceilings are too short, the walls are paper thin and have little to no insulation so that sounds from outside sound as loud as if you had the windows open2, the windows look like they were designed by a very confused octopus, the light sockets in the kitchen are overpowered or something and keep shorting out every light bulb we use within just a couple months of putting them in - even the kinds that are supposed to last for years, there's no heater in the bathroom and so it's like an icebox in there in the winter, the water heater is old and horrible, the kitchen sink was clearly designed by the same octopus that designed the windows, the counter by the bathroom sink accrues a mysterious reddish-brown goo of unknown make and origin, the ceiling is so thin it's a wonder nobody's fallen though the floor into our apartment, one cupboard can't be opened all the way because the doorbell chime box is in the way (they could have put it a foot higher and it would have been out of the way), the heater in the living room doesn't work during the day, another cupboard can't be used because it has the oven vent running through it, there's not enough storage space in here for one person let alone two, the window blinds are shit, and some of the door latches need some convincing to latch. Oh yeah, and now they have a security camera that points directly at our door, so they can record what the inside of our apartment looks like whenever we open the door. And let us not forget the fact that we're expected to keep everything at least 3 feet from the heaters at all times, in a space so small that the only way to actually obey that rule is to not have any possessions at all unless we were to keep everything we own in the bathroom or the kitchen. Ah, home sweet hovel.

2 = And most Wednesdays they've got people doing the building's yard work where they do everything with power tools because apparently they've never heard of mechanical push mowers or even rakes. And yes, they always use power tools; they even use the leaf blower to try to blow away grass clippings because they've never heard of bagged mowers. Yes, even when the grass is so wet that it takes them an hour to leaf-blow away a single clod of wet grass clippings. I suspect they're paid by the hour and are deliberately doing things the slow way to get more money. Which I wouldn't object to if they would just use mechanical push mowers and rakes. But then, a mechanical push mower would be a hell of a lot more work.
fayanora: Steph bouncy (Steph bouncy)
I volunteer at a nearby elementary school reading to kids with the S.M.A.R.T. program. (Start Making A Reader Today.) Earlier, one of the kiddos I read to showed me a gap where he'd lost a tooth. I asked him if the tooth fairy brought him anything, and he said she'd brought him a LEGO set! A small one, but still! I told him "Wow, when I was a kid, the tooth fairy only brought quarters or dollars. Now she's horning in on Santa's turf!"
fayanora: Steph Chloe Dartagnan (Steph Chloe Dartagnan)
I just got back from the store, where I was getting simethicone, a gas reliever. (Gas-X and so on.) I always, of course, price compare, figure out per-unit price, etc. This time something caught my attention. Several brands of this stuff had a regular and an extra strength version. But here's the thing: both regular and extra strength have the exact same amount of the exact same medicine in the exact same dosages. So... what's the difference? There is no difference! It's false advertising! Someone should call them on that bullshit.

I ended up getting the store brand in ultra strength, which was the one brand that was actually honest about being different; their regular had 125 mg of the drug, and the ultra has 180 mg. But the strength isn't what I got it for, I don't care really because regular is enough for me. I bought it because it had 60 pills for the same price as 50 of the cheapest alternative. More pills for the same amount of money, and there was a higher dosage in each one. I mean, it's not like I'm against the higher dosage. When I need to use simethicone, I need it, stat. Because what tends to happen is I wake up with powerful intestinal pain from the gas. Luckily it doesn't happen much. But between gas pain and headaches, gas pain is worse. Headaches I can deal with, headaches I've been getting since I was a kid. No, scratch that, I've been getting migraines all my life. I just tend to call them headaches now because I usually take pain relievers at the first sign of trouble and get an annoying pain at best. But there are still times when I slip up, or there's a stealth migraine. Pretty sure they're stress induced. And sometimes the stress tension or whatever disguises a headache until it suddenly becomes a migraine.

But my point is, gas pain is so much worse than migraines. I get a migraine, I might puke if it gets bad enough, but I'll eventually feel well enough - pain reliever or no - to go to sleep, sleep off the pain. Can't do that with gas pain. Gas pain wakes me up and keeps me in agony until the medicine really kicks in.

Anyway yeah, they shouldn't call it extra strength when it's the exact same strength as the regular stuff. They should be arrested for lying like that.
fayanora: Steph Chloe Flapper (Steph Chloe Flapper)
This is a coin I found today in the Albertson's parking lot. Looks Japanese. I found a dime somewhere else today, too, but that was just a dime. This is cool. Sorry for the poor photo quality, I took these with my tablet.

Under the cut for size )
fayanora: SK avatar (Default)
Coming home from Pride Saturday, I had this great idea for a drawing. I finally got started on it today, but after several hours of working on it, I gave up for the day because it's kicking my ass harder than pictures usually do. It's a particularly difficult drawing because it has two people in profile, and I loathe and detest drawing in profile, because I suck at it. Even with pictures to use as models, I suck at it. I can do it, it just takes about 100 times more erasures, undos, and tries/redraws to get it right. And trying to get their faces to line up with one another, when they're so far apart, is extremely difficult. Oh, and I got the first person done really well, but the other one still looks like a child drew it.

Then as if that wasn't bad enough, their hands are pressed together, and I had to look up pictures of hands in prayer to get an idea how to draw that, and that bit took over an hour. At one point I got so frustrated that I amused myself for several minutes by going "WoooooOOOoo I can draw hands!" and throwing in there the most ridiculous cartoony, squiggly hands possible, hitting undo, and doing something even more ridiculous. A lot of them were just squiggly lines, more like broccoli than hands. I got a real laugh out of doing that.

Still, I finally got frustrated enough with the picture that I gave up for the day, which is good. Because when things go well for me in drawing, I can do it for like 8 hours straight without stopping, but if it gives me a hard time like it did today... well, let's just say I was more exhausted by the three hours of drawing I did today than I've been from some of my eight-hour drawing sessions.

Though unlike my last drawing project, which I've not really shown anyone even though I'm very proud of it, and have only used it for an icon so far. (On LJ, it should be the default right now), this current one is one I will be sharing with others once I finish it, because it's about Gay Pride and Trans Pride.
fayanora: SK avatar (SK avatar)
So I was doing reading for SMART (Start Making A Reader Today) at a nearby school from about November til last month, which is a lot of fun despite waking up early. It's been a few weeks since it stopped for the year, but apparently school is still going, I think. Anyway, I got an email from the supervisor for SMART at that school, for an opportunity to volunteer for this outdoor festival thing today (well, yesterday technically; Friday), being held by the PTA to raise money. So I signed up for the art table.

The place was HUGE. Held in the quite large playground/sports field area behind the school (an area taking up more square footage than the entire school itself, probably by twice as much), there were all kinds of games, a dunk tank, dancing, bouncy castles/bouncy slides, pony rides, food vendors, face painting, and more. Hundreds of people there, looked like a lot of fun. One of my two readers from SMART - the nicer of the two of them - came up to me twice to say hi to me. I didn't even see the other one. Though to be honest, I wouldn't have been able to pick either of them out of such a huge crowd. I, however, am rather distinctive; I probably stood out, especially in my bright pink dress.

Well the art table - once I found it after 15 minutes of asking around - turned out to be one person keeping a vague eye on "sidewalk paint" materials, and they told me they didn't need any help there, as it was such a mindless task. I got shuffled over to take tickets for the face painting, instead. This went well for a while; they had like, 5 different people painting the kids' faces. Then a bunch left, it was down to 2 painters, and the place was getting swamped. I was losing control of the line and getting frustrated by this; it's hard to maintain order when I can barely make myself be heard to begin with, I don't like raising my voice to kids anyway, and the noise level there was incredible. It finally got to the point that I decided to try my hand at face painting, and we'd take the tickets as people came up, since it was all at one table anyway.

Now, I wasn't sure how this would go. I am an artist, and while I can do my own stuff, I wasn't sure I could do someone else's designs. Luckily, they were fairly simple designs (like hearts and butterflies and stuff), and there were pictures of the designs right there, in full color photos. I did pretty well, actually. The biggest problems turned out to be not enough brushes, running out of red paint at my station, and wiggly kids. Also, a bunch of the kids wanted their lips done, too, and I had to be like, "No, that's unsanitary."

Was mildly annoyed by one parent's reaction to the hearts and stuff, which was to ask if there were designs "for boys," but instead of commenting back, I just pointed out all the designs, focusing on ones she might find acceptable for her son. But made up for that later with another boy when, after I gave my standard gender nondiscriminatory question of asking which design he wanted and giving a few examples (including hearts and flowers and butterflies), he asked for a blue heart on one side of his face, and some swirly lines on the other.

Anyway, fun as that was, I was also exhausted from the stress of having lost control of the line, and waiting around doing nothing before then. Plus the noise (both literal and empathic) didn't help, and it was also hot. Oh yeah, and I was hungry. Though I lucked out and was in the shade the whole time. Between that and the breeze, it was actually cooler there than it is in my apartment!

I just wish I had gotten up earlier so I could've wandered around and maybe played some games or something first. But oh well. Oh, and if I'd known they were going to have problems running out of paints, I might have taken my own face painting sticks with me. Would've solved the problem of not enough brushes, too, as you don't need brushes with the sticks. But again, oh well.
fayanora: doughnut (doughnut)
I was trying to think of non-judgmental terms to describe a couple of feelings I have as a person with chronic depression, feelings that were attributed to laziness growing up because my Mom - despite having chronic depression herself even then - apparently was not aware that kids can have chronic depression, too.

Anyway, so here are the terms I came up with:

Critical power conservation: When you know your energy level is shot, or will be shot if you do a task, resulting in exhaustion, and therefore you choose to not do the thing, no matter how much you may need to. (Alternatively, "low battery alert.")

Non-critical power conservation: There's a chance doing the thing may cause exhaustion, but not a huge chance. And yet you choose to not do the thing anyway, not wanting to take the risk for whatever reason. (Alternatively, "battery at 45%" or "strategic resource allocation.")

ID says F

Jul. 3rd, 2015 02:22 am
fayanora: Steph Chloe Awesome (Steph Chloe Awesome)
Yesterday (Thursday) at 8 AM I went to the DMV with everything I needed and got my new ID card. Included my gender marker change form, and now I have an F for my gender marker! YAY!

Now to look into changing my name to Tempest Alexandria Arts.
fayanora: weirderons (weirderons)
The other day, when I was at an appointment with my shrink to have her sign a gender designation change form for the DMV, I told her about the anxiety knot in my belly I've had for years, that has been acting up the last year. So now I am on a new med, an anti-anxiety med called Buspirone. One of the side effects is dizziness, and boy am I feeling that! Even sitting down, I still feel dizzy. Not like, "gonna puke" or even "gonna fall down" levels of dizziness, but still dizziness.

Got the new med before going out today, but didn't take it til 5:15. I'm to take it 3 times a day, which works out to every 8 hours, which is going to make this one super easy to plan for. I already have all the right things in my calendar to beep at me to get me to take it, something I haven't been able to do for my anti-depressant because that one's instructions are "take one in the morning," and since I don't wake up at the same time each day, it's kind of hard to make a set time to take it.

Anyway, went to the DMV after picking up my new med, to try to renew my ID. Silly DMV changed their laws slightly, I now have to get a birth certificate copy to them again, because they didn't used to keep those on file this long. By the sound of it, though, once I get it to them, next time I renew I shouldn't need to do it again. (Unless the laws change again, of course.) But the lady at the desk said that the gender change form is in order, so the trip was not a waste.

From the DMV, I went to TriMet's office and renewed my Honored Citizen card (TriMet speak for "old people and/or disabled people discount priced fare ID"). It was pretty simple. First time I got one, I had to have them copy my SSDI award letter, but this time all I had to do was have them copy my Medicare card, which I always have on me when I go out. I also thought there'd be a $5 fee, as the form said there would be, but apparently my disability being permanent means they waive that fee. Trip to the TriMet office was a pain, though; the MAX train was being so slow, and stopping so much, that what should have been a 30 minute trip at most was just shy of an hour. Didn't risk that BS coming back; took the 12 bus back, then the 71, skipping MAX altogether.

One weird thing... because the Social Security place checks for things that could be considered weapons in a very TSA sort of way, I left my pepper spray and multi-tool knife thing at home figuring the DMV would be the same way, but it turned out to not be necessary, as there was no apparent security. Which I find to be odd; I would think that if any place was going to attract violence, it would be the DMV. Of course, I also thought I'd be waiting there an hour or more in line, but the line moved so fast I was still working on the ID renewal form when my number came up, and it's only one page! Efficient bureaucracy, whod'a thunk it?
fayanora: cat & girl (cat & girl)
Went out today to do a few things, one of which was going to see my shrink. My ID has to be renewed soon, and she helped me by filling out and signing this form for me to get my gender designation changed on my ID from that horrible lying M to F. Now I just have to go into the DMV tomorrow and get my new ID.

I also have to go in to TriMet and get my Honored Citizen card renewed, but that's minor compared to the DMV thing.
fayanora: Rinmarugames (Rinmarugames)
While looking for a cooling pad for an Acer I bought on Ebay, I happened to need to know the exact size of the Acer, so I looked up the specs. And discovered that I had forgotten to do so before buying the fucking thing. Because the fucking thing, at 6 pounds, weighs more than my current laptop does, and is almost as big. Which surprised me as well as pissing me off, because I was unaware that Acer made normal sized laptops. I have literally never seen an Acer that big before, I thought they only made the tiny ones. So now I need to return this damn thing once I get it, and explain to the poor guy I got it from that I fucked up by making an assumption.

Prior to that, I had bid on three separate Acers in turn and lost all three, and so I started looking for Acers with "buy it now" so I wouldn't have to wait on bids. I guess in my frustration, I forgot to look up the specs, as I had done with all the others. If I had done so, I would not have bought it to begin with.

What's even more infuriating is I can't seem to find any Acers of the kind I actually want (small, light), that are A. In my price range, and B. Fully functional.


Apr. 12th, 2015 12:52 am
fayanora: Hermione not amused (Hermione not amused)
I bought some fiber gummy bears today because I'm basically a child and hell, I need fiber in my diet. Anyway, I tried opening it, and it had one of the most annoying childproof tops I've seen in ages, and for what? It's just gummy bears with added fiber! Why is there even a childproof lid on it at all? What's the worst that could happen if a kid eats all those gummy bears? Maybe some minor constipation, that's all. Ugh. And then the freshness seal thing on the inside wouldn't open even though it had one of those tab things to pull on to supposedly make it easier to do, but I couldn't get it; I had to take a knife the the thing to get it open. Oy vey!
fayanora: Aghast (Aghast)
It was a very blustery day yesterday (Sunday), very much so. Power went out in many areas of the city, some streetlights were out1 even in areas that otherwise had power, and on my way to where I was going, the bus had to take a detour because a tree the size of a small house fell onto 39th, blocking traffic. Luckily nothing was under it when it fell, even a bush would have been crushed like an empty soda can by someone's foot. Many businesses had to close up for the day because the power was out for hours, and may even be out still for all I know. The FredMeyer's at 39th and Hawthorne was only able to stay open because they have backup generators, as it was on the edge of the affected area. It was very strange seeing this huge 10 block or longer section of Hawthorne being basically pitch black with darkness. It even seemed to have some kind of effect on cell phone towers; calling and texting still worked, but Jesse said his 4G Internet wasn't working because of it.

1 = And yet chaos did not ensue; supports the theory that street lights are not actually necessary.
fayanora: SK avatar (Default)
It's weird, but when it comes to bureaucracy, Shao'Kehn - a Chaos Goddess who admits to not being omnipotent or omniscient - is better at dealing with that nonsense than is my roommate's supposedly omnipotent/omniscient Christian God. My roomie has been on the phone with Food Stamps literally all day long, on hold almost the whole time, and whenever she gets a human being, they hang up on her. I asked her if she'd been in to the offices, and she has: several different locations, and they all tell her to call the phone number where everyone hangs up on her.

This is especially odd because I, with Shao'Kehn, almost never have a problem with bureaucracy. If I'd been calling Food Stamps for the same reason, I would have been done in 40 minutes or less. The other day I went in to the Social Security office, expecting to be there for an hour or two to get something, and it took only 30 minutes at most. Shao'Kehn excels at speeding these things along for me. The only exception has been trying to get through to someone on the food boxes phone, but then in that case they literally only have 5 or 6 people on the phones. So I just don't call them anymore, and just show up. It's far easier for all involved.

OMG, she's still on hold, 40 minutes after they supposedly close. I can hear the hold thing, because she has the speakerphone on. WTF???

Man, I'm gonna have to call them for her, I can tell. Well, that's going to be an interesting conversation: "Roomie, I should call them for you. My chaos Goddess excels at dealing with bureaucracy, it never takes me longer than an hour to get stuff done with them. I guess that's the advantage of having a personal Goddess who doesn't even pretend to be omnipotent."


Dec. 1st, 2014 05:31 pm
fayanora: Hermione not amused (Hermione not amused)
My sleep schedule has been very weird lately. Recently I was getting more sleep than usual, going to bed at hours odd for me. And now I've gotten maybe 4 hours of sleep since 4 AM. IE, I fell asleep at 4 AM, woke up around 8, couldn't get back to sleep. Was up a bit, then tried again later, no go. So I stayed up that time and went to Winco to do grocery shopping.

Around 3:30 PM got home, very tired, tried to sleep again. For a while, our upstairs neighbor was being noisy again as usual. But then he quieted down and I actually got relaxed enough to where I was almost asleep... only to be startled awake by my roommate laughing like a fucking hyena in the other room. I tried going back to sleep, but she kept laughing ever minute or so, until I finally had enough and opened the door to tell her to shut up.

So I tried again, only this time I couldn't relax. My stomach was in a nervous knot I couldn't untie, for some reason. Not sure how long I tried before giving up that time. I need sleep and the universe is not letting me have any. Fuck my life.


Nov. 30th, 2014 07:38 am
fayanora: Chloe (Chloe)
Joined Costco earlier in the month. Yesterday was my first time actually going in, to get my picture added to my card. I took my roomie with me, since she needed some eye drops that she needs to take before going to sleep. She got two 2-packs of those, and some other stuff. I got a two-pack of these huge containers of antacids, each bottle in the two-pack having 250 or so antacid tabs in it, for a total of 500-some. I also got a two-pack of off-brand Ibuprofen liquigels, since liquigels are the only pain relievers that work fast enough to keep headaches from turning into migraines. Oh yeah, and a two-pack of lotion. I wasn't out of lotion yet, but I was very close to being out.

The total was $85 and a little more than half of it was my roomie's. Lucky for me, she had enough cash to cover her part. (Actually I rounded down, so she paid slightly less than her part of it.)

Annoyingly, I didn't know they were open until 7; the only place I could find Costco's hours online said they closed at 6 on Saturdays, which apparently isn't true during the holiday season, but I didn't know that until we were checked out, so we didn't spend as much time looking around as we would have liked. But that's okay, we got what we wanted, and they weren't doing the samples anymore by the time we got there anyway, which is something my roomie was looking forward to. That's okay, I didn't actually get everything I wanted to get, because of limited end-of-month funds, so we'll go back some other time. And they do the samples later on the weekdays anyway, so we'll go again on one of the weekdays. Maybe Wednesday.

Two things I need to remember, though, for next time:
1. Take my black grocery cart thing. I forgot this time.
2. Go early enough so I can take my time getting there. Getting there by bus is a pain; it takes two buses and then a walk of about 7 to 10 blocks from the bus stop to the store entrance, most of which doesn't have sidewalks, and trying to walk it fast enough to get there before I thought they closed made my legs complain a lot.

Man, I really wish I could get a scooter rated for my weight. Not an electric one, but a push one. It would make getting around places so much easier. Walking is so fucking slow and painful for me.


fayanora: SK avatar (Default)
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