I had the scrambled eggs with cheese entree this morning. I used my dairy allotment to add 1 oz. of PepperJack cheese to it. I had that, with a little ketchup on it, and a piece of toast. I followed that with some cantaloupe. I lucked out with another perfectly ripe cantaloupe. Yum.
I spent a good four-to-five hours working on my “Movie Identity Website” for ENG 519. As advised in class on Thursday, I worked on it until I got sick of it. Actually, I did enough of it to give a feel for the direction I was going with it in terms of the design. The biggest thing I learned in Dreamweaver and Fireworks as a result of the exercise was how to create the background banner from several small pictures, and superimpose it with some text.
The four to five hours just flew by, so I suppose, to some extent, I was in flow.
I had lunch, which consisted of a huge yummy salad, and the meatballs lunch entree. I poured them over two slices of bread, one of which was the “end” (or “heel” or “crust”) of the loaf of bread, which I happen to not mind.
I retrieved my ski boots from the shed, opened the bag praying no giant furry spider (or even a tiny hairless one, to be perfectly honest) would crawl out or touch my hands. I hate spiders, and if one did, I truly would have squealed like a girl. Not that only girls squeal, or there’s anything wrong with squealing like a girl. I pride myself in being in touch with my feminine side. But I digress.
I went to Alpine Ski Center to have my skis tuned up before my trip to Tahoe, which is now less than a month away. Yippee! I didn’t think I needed my boots, but I brought them just in case. The guy advised me that there are some spots (read: gashes) on the underside of my skis that are not going to come out with a tune up. Also, he wrote, “Binding may break,” on the service slip, as they are very old, and he said they could break while they’re doing the tune up, and they won’t be responsible for that. I was cool with all of it. The skis are very old, but they work, and I’m the type who will use them as long as they do. Actually, I am seriously considering getting some new skis at the end-of-season sale this year, when I’ll have my bonus from work to use on them.
Leaving there, at around 5:05, I called Robert to see if he could tell me at what time the sun was scheduled to set today. I was on my way to walk around Lake Johnson, and was wondering if I had time to do the three miles before it got dark. “5:53,” he said.
Hmmmm. I won’t get there until about 5:15. Can I make it around before it gets dark? Well, it doesn’t get pitch black as soon as the sun goes down, does it? Surely, there’ll be light for a little while longer after 5:53. Don’t call me Shirley!
I started my walk at 5:20, and really kept up the pace. I usually walk 4 MPH (who’s counting), but ended up finishing the 3 miles in 40 minutes, so averaged 4.5 miles an hour. About three-fourths of the way around the lake, I passed this man, walking in the opposite direction, presumably with his wife and best friend, who are the same person, which I just love.
I left Lake Johnson just after 6, and stopped by Costcutters to see if they were still open. They closed at 6:00. Darn.
At home, I cooked dinner, the Chicken and Noodles entree, which was very, very good. I had squash with it, and some frozen carrots, which I cooked, of course, but had been sitting in my freezer for probably a year, no lie. They weren’t that great. Gee, I wonder why.
I read the rest of Chapter 5 of Usability Testing for ENG 508, and sighed at the arduous task, which lies ahead, of creating a (group) Test Plan.
During that reading Robert arrived, and when I finished the chapter, we started work on the crossword puzzle in the latest Independent. It was quite challenging, and we had to use the crossword puzzle “A to Z” clue book a lot, and were often disappointed with a clue/word not being in there. More than anything, I’m disappointed in the font reduction from the previous edition. It must be down to 8, or even 7, points now. Grrrr! I do appreciate the thoughtfulness of the gift from Robert, though, as the previous edition I have, even though it has bigger font — though not that much bigger — is 30 years old!
<TMI>After the lights went out, I pounced on Robert. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!</TMI>