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Little things change; big things change.
The first change I noticed today was that the railroad crossings in Sedalia now have red LEDs on top of the bars, instead of the round lights they'd had before. WHo can say how long that's been different. Course, it then sunk in that there were now two lanes crossing the tracks on either side of the road rather than one, and the only right turn I was allowed was... onto the local business access road? I had to parallel the road I wanted for a thousand feet before I could actually get on.
Construction had traffic slowed to a halt in Sedalia. They've been threatening to this entire time; I guess they're finally getting around to widening the roads.
I tried to get in to see Mrs Resling, but the office reported a) she's not here today and b) no visitors during school hours. Oh well. I'll try swinging by tomorrow after school's out, but it's hard to say if it'll be worth prying through the traffic. High school letting out, after all, during the last week of classes no less, is nothing short of a nightmare.
I crossed town to the library (it's still the new library to me, even though it's been open since October at least), where I am now. I think I have to pick up a few of the books my mom has on hold; besides that, I have a stack of four books that I hope to read over the next week. Stardust, a Gaiman that I hadn't seen before; Angelmass, a Zahn that I almost bought but held off not knowing if it'd suck or not; The Wizard Hunters, a Martha Wells that looked a bit interesting, and The Eye of the World. I'm hoping the last one is incredibly boring and I can't get through the first few pages. I'll be better off that way. But there it was, on the shelf in the paperbacks, and it's a library so I figured, what the hell. It's gotta be better than rereading the Tripod trilogy, as I was about to do.
From here I have to go to the dentist, then some errands for my parents. I suppose it could be worse; I get them to pay for things I need such as new shoes and shorts, in exchange for bringing them home fresh food.
My dad thinks he's being healthy by eating strawberries and cottage cheese for dessert instead of ice cream or whatever. I think he's defeating the point by eating two giant bowls of it. I made a conscious decision not to buy any ice cream for myself, because I'll only end up eating about a third of it. My wonderful father would take care of the rest, all the time commenting on how he shouldn't and how bad it'll be for him. He doesn't change, naturally - he commented last night that he had a new favorite singer I should check out, but instead I ended up watching three clips of Country Music Television off his computer, and tricked into listening to Man Of Constant Sorrow yet again. There was a time when I'd be hiding in my room nightly, trying to block out the strains of that song drifting from upstairs, every day, at regular intervals. It's a good song, yes. But good songs overplayed get disgusting.
He also came to the realization last night that "The Daily Show" was actualy not daily. Oh, the horrors that are reruns. I'm just hoping that I can stay out of the house enough to not get drafted into chainsawing. They're trying to go through "A tank a day," working their way along some slope or other, my father's horrible crusade against trees that are either dead or just ugly. The worst part is that they haven't started pulling the cut up stuff out yet. Note to self: 16th Street on whatever day that happens.
I still have twenty minutes to waste. I can't do it by just wandering the aisles of books; what happens if I do that is I pick up books I want to read, and then I end up with more books than I'll manage to read before next Thursday, and I'll feel incomplete. Alternately, I'll be looking at a bunch of books that I won't be reading anyway, and the titles just don't interest me. Maybe the internet time will be increased instead.
No checking email from here; no SSH on the library computer (that I know of) and Webmail can't get to me on Turing. Ah well.
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The first change I noticed today was that the railroad crossings in Sedalia now have red LEDs on top of the bars, instead of the round lights they'd had before. WHo can say how long that's been different. Course, it then sunk in that there were now two lanes crossing the tracks on either side of the road rather than one, and the only right turn I was allowed was... onto the local business access road? I had to parallel the road I wanted for a thousand feet before I could actually get on.
Construction had traffic slowed to a halt in Sedalia. They've been threatening to this entire time; I guess they're finally getting around to widening the roads.
I tried to get in to see Mrs Resling, but the office reported a) she's not here today and b) no visitors during school hours. Oh well. I'll try swinging by tomorrow after school's out, but it's hard to say if it'll be worth prying through the traffic. High school letting out, after all, during the last week of classes no less, is nothing short of a nightmare.
I crossed town to the library (it's still the new library to me, even though it's been open since October at least), where I am now. I think I have to pick up a few of the books my mom has on hold; besides that, I have a stack of four books that I hope to read over the next week. Stardust, a Gaiman that I hadn't seen before; Angelmass, a Zahn that I almost bought but held off not knowing if it'd suck or not; The Wizard Hunters, a Martha Wells that looked a bit interesting, and The Eye of the World. I'm hoping the last one is incredibly boring and I can't get through the first few pages. I'll be better off that way. But there it was, on the shelf in the paperbacks, and it's a library so I figured, what the hell. It's gotta be better than rereading the Tripod trilogy, as I was about to do.
From here I have to go to the dentist, then some errands for my parents. I suppose it could be worse; I get them to pay for things I need such as new shoes and shorts, in exchange for bringing them home fresh food.
My dad thinks he's being healthy by eating strawberries and cottage cheese for dessert instead of ice cream or whatever. I think he's defeating the point by eating two giant bowls of it. I made a conscious decision not to buy any ice cream for myself, because I'll only end up eating about a third of it. My wonderful father would take care of the rest, all the time commenting on how he shouldn't and how bad it'll be for him. He doesn't change, naturally - he commented last night that he had a new favorite singer I should check out, but instead I ended up watching three clips of Country Music Television off his computer, and tricked into listening to Man Of Constant Sorrow yet again. There was a time when I'd be hiding in my room nightly, trying to block out the strains of that song drifting from upstairs, every day, at regular intervals. It's a good song, yes. But good songs overplayed get disgusting.
He also came to the realization last night that "The Daily Show" was actualy not daily. Oh, the horrors that are reruns. I'm just hoping that I can stay out of the house enough to not get drafted into chainsawing. They're trying to go through "A tank a day," working their way along some slope or other, my father's horrible crusade against trees that are either dead or just ugly. The worst part is that they haven't started pulling the cut up stuff out yet. Note to self: 16th Street on whatever day that happens.
I still have twenty minutes to waste. I can't do it by just wandering the aisles of books; what happens if I do that is I pick up books I want to read, and then I end up with more books than I'll manage to read before next Thursday, and I'll feel incomplete. Alternately, I'll be looking at a bunch of books that I won't be reading anyway, and the titles just don't interest me. Maybe the internet time will be increased instead.
No checking email from here; no SSH on the library computer (that I know of) and Webmail can't get to me on Turing. Ah well.
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