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I was trying to clean out a huge clog in my bathroom sink. I've mentioned this before. In the process I took off my necklace, the new amber and silver tree of life I got at the Renn fest for $$$. My numb hand dropped one end of the chain and that damn pendant slipped right off the chain and STRAIGHT into the opened drain, no bouncing off the sink or anything. Naturally the clog that stops everything is no barrier to an expensive pendant. I turn off the water at the source because i know I have to get the U-bend off. I take EVERYTHING out from under teh vanity (just how did I get that much under there?) but I just do not have the strength to open the U.

This is my fear of owning my own place. WHen I was practicing I could crack walnuts in my hand. No I can't do crap. There was no way for me to get it off. I got a hammer. Learned you can't fix everything with a hammer. Figuring i might break the PVC pipe if I keep it up, I got get the landlord who actually comes and helps. Luckily the pendant WAS in the U-bend and we rammed a rag down that pipe and knocked all the rest of the clog out while we were at it.

Today at work we had a wonderful ceremony for the Veterans. I was glad I went (there was only one other faculty member there but to be fair it was in prime class time). We were honoring the chief operating officer of the college and a man who was at Pearl Harbor when it was bombed. He was born in 1918 and he spoke very happily and proudly about the ships he served on. It was an honor to meet him.

There was, however, a downside for me at any rate. Because I had class until just ten minutes before it started, I was a little late. I had to slid in but then realized that the open row was the row for the dignitaries and now I was fucking stuck and right in front of the college president. I couldn't move as much as I wanted to because of the presenting of the colors. Once they did that and started talking, I slithered past the president into her row (apparently no one wanted to sit THERE) but the whole time I just felt embarrassed over that faux pas and still do. It felt clueless and disrespectful. I should have just stayed where I was at the door but they waved me in. Also I dislike getting emotional in public but when grown men start crying, I always follow suit. sigh. (ten hours later I'm still embarrassed about the seating thing)

I'm still not moving on nano. I feel just so blah. Not about the story, in life in general.I'm just unwell this week. I'm losing my lead.

16774 / 50000 words. 34% done!

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*whew!* glad you got the pendant out (and the clog)

and don't feel bad about the seating thing. that has happened to just about everyone, and you probably felt much more stand-outy than you really were (when it happens, we always feel like there's a huge spotlight on us)

and I'm actually glad you're resting your hand a little. you write so fluidly, you will make it up in no time.

thanks. and yay me too

I would probably have felt LESS bad if I hadn't sat right in front of the college president and she had to swing out to take pictures but that at least allowed me to scurry past her

thanks. it's not intential hand resting.it's more sugar done killed me brain

Aieee, about the pendant. Mom lost a heart off of her 3 heart necklace that way, but she just let it go. Of course, it wasn't a very expensive piece, but still. I nearly lost one of my rings that way, as well, at work, but John (remember him?) took apart the sink and found it for me.

I agree with Mom (above) about the seating thing.

I guess most women are destined to lose a piece of jewelry that way. Yes I remember JOhn

thanks

and hey I DO have boy dragons. I could have sworn they were all female

Luckily, some of us get them back. (I yelled at Mom, telling her either Brother or I could've taken the sink apart to get the heart out.)

John was kind of memorable.

Cool, you've got both. :D

yes probably you could have

haha

Yes I see that. I think i have a 50/50 split

Yup. Now, fixing MY bathroom sink...that's another matter.

Cool as to the 50/50 split.

can't help you there. I can't even get a U bend off

I have to get the U-bend and J-bend replaced.

whee

'Whee', indeed.

I've done the "taking things apart to rescue jewelry" thing. Glad you got it back and cleared the drain, though. Maybe you should drop your pendant around the windows so he'll help you put up plastic or get better insulation.

Crack walnuts?! WHOA! I can do pecans but not walnuts. I don't want to think about what you're going through with all the nerve damage. That is one of my greatest nightmares.

Veterans always get me. Even when they are my age or younger, and they are so overwhelmed by what they went through. My father doesn't talk a lot about his military career. My uncle Sam NEVER talked about his service. EVER. Uncle Jim did a little but it was mostly about trivial things. He never told anyone about his service, except maybe my Dad and my great uncle Ivan (a paratrooper who was in the invasion of Italy - sorry about that). My cousin Steven was at my grandmother's funeral and he was decked out his full Air Force uniform with his honors displayed. My Dad leaned over to him, "Don't get too cocky. Jim's ribbons, badges and medals would go up his chest, over his shoulder and down his back." Steven had three rows of honors. LOL

that was my first time with the jewelry thankfully. Snort. I can do the windows. I want him to rescreen those bad boys.

Ever see those big yellow fungus toe nails, I could take them in one snip usually. Now I can't even successful hold my tea cup on some days.

Yeah they always get me too. As I said, I planned tobe among them. Most of my family served. I was a VA doc. In all honesty WWII vets talked a lot. Then after that no, Viet Nam vets did not and I was in the VA just after the Gulf War and I'd sit there and realize I would have been them if my life had gone according to my plan

What a mess, but I'm glad you got your pendant back! I lost a labradorite necklace that I loved during a move several years ago, and I still haven't gotten over the loss. Sniff.

Some days I have trouble opening over-the-counter medicine and dread the future when I won't be able to get blister packs open...

aw that sucks. I lost a gold necklace I got for h.s. graduation. My uncle got it for me but i have no idea where it went (lost in a move no doubt)

I hear you. I make the pharmacy give me non-child proof caps (half the time they forget)

I once dropped a silver Egyptian silver Eye of Horus earring down the drain, and we went through nearly all the same fuss to get it back -- but by the time we got the earring back, the silver had been been irreparably stained by its time in the U-bend, and now it doesn't match the other one anymore. I can't bring myself to get rid of them, since they ARE solid silver and I got them at a special exhibit of Egyptian artifacts on one of our first trips to Vegas, but STILL...

I just topped 20,000 words. The story hasn't started yet. I can whip out the crap like no one else.

oh OUCH, that really sucks. I'd keep them too.

yay for that, well less yay for the story not really starting yet.I have reservations on my own.I think i might break 20K tonight

I found some other stuff to bring my main characters together; but he hadn't met the ghost yet. I think the subplot I'm working on will be the "red herring" to the real story, the one I did 24,000 words on wo years ago.

oh cool.
I'd be further along if i didn't have a new class this semester

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