Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Back to Work

After taking the day off (a sick day with the mattress shopping thrown in for good measure...by the way, we bought an Englander Level 1 pillow top queen size from Mattress City, supposed to be delivered within the hour), it was back to the job(s). I've been looking for a statistic on African American women and their time spent online, or the number of blogs they author, or their Twitter rate, or something, but no luck. Last piece of a puzzle for an article I'm writing.

Also uploaded a few interesting events (Justio Almario's birthday concert, a talk with LA's deputy mayor), check on on Calendario.

And programmed an exhibit and event at the Mexican Cultural Institute.

Plus, walked my daughter Alicia to a couple places where she could apply for work, try to comfort granddaughter Jewel who's sick at home and missing her mommy, and other stuff. Anyway, back to work.

Monday, February 21, 2011

President's Day Mattress

Sick, spending a lot of time in bed. Realizing, this mattress is pretty worn out. TV ads, newspaper inserts proclaim: President's Day sales. Featured item: mattresses. We walked over to downtown Macy's yesterday and lay down on a few. One hour out of the house wore us out, but got a good idea that even with discounts, we weren't going to get out of it easy. Late today, girded ourselves to try again (after a bit of online research and more meds). Went to a different place, lay down on a few more mattresses. Delivery Wednesday. I asked sales guy: Why mattresses on President's Day? He wasn't sure, but if honoring presidents by spending a few less dead one passes for patriotism nowadays, I'll take it.

Friday, February 18, 2011

February Blues

The newness of the year has worn off. It's cold and looks like rain. My wife is sick, I am, too. I am juggling too many projects. I'm trying to rid myself of bad habits. My daughter read my Tarot last night. Some good things, some not so good. My neck is sore. I have to walk to the post office to buy some stamps. I have to finish writing a lengthy article for my day job and pay some bills at the place I volunteer. Things seem heavy. Can't even get myself to listen to music, which usually cheers me up. But hey, I'm alive, it's going to get better and someone is going to smile at me and I will smile back. Or send me a nice email, like the one I got today. Thanks, Kat.