Sundries

[akirlu]

I'm making chicken soup stock today. Another way of saying I've done fuck-all, since the stock takes care of itself on a low burner. I have this irksome nerve-pinch, muscle tension headache sitting right of my occiput and it's making me want to peel that part of my skull off and apply sandpaper and pliers to whatever isn't sitting right. So far, drugs are not helping. It's not even that it hurts a lot, it's that it hurts in a really distracting way.

The first of my salwar kamiz came yesterday. Shades of goldy rust and maroon, very nice. Now I'm pondering how and where to add pockets to the salwar. But I get to wear the outfit at Corflatch. Yay. (Yes, we've bought, or rather applied mileage toward, the tickets. I'll be at both conventions, Hal will come down for Potlatch. Whee!)

Places I've lived (dates somewhat approximate):

Bråten, Karlskoga, Sweden 1962-1965
Hasseludden, Nacka, Sweden 1965-1968
Rochester, NY 1968-69
San Jose, CA 1969-80
Los Angeles, CA 1980-1982
Alhambra, CA 1982-84
Pacoima, CA 1984
Altadena, CA 1984-1988
Pasadena, CA 1988-1993
Irvine, CA 1993-1995
Costa Mesa, CA 1995-2002
Redmond, WA 2002-present


Googling reveals that virtually all hits for "Hasseludden" point to some very exclusive Japanese-style spa and conference center, but when we lived there it was mostly summer houses and a few year-round residents who commuted to Stockholm, like my Dad. I expect I wouldn't recognize the place now.

Comments

[akirlu.livejournal.com]

Well, I am sadly addicted to pockets, but the small bag on a long cord is an excellent thought to supplement pockets and/or as an interim measure.