May 12th, 2007

20111112, Marilee

Asimov's July 2007

There were only two stories that I thought were really good this issue, and one of them was from Brian Stableford whose last two stories were campy B-movie alt-hist.

1. The Trial by Brian Stableford -- a doctor running a trial with a monoclonal antibody that they hope will clear out Alzheimer's proteins finds out what happens when all those proteins get cleared out.

2. Bullet Dance by John Schoffstall -- death gods from all over the world teach children from a young age how to avoid weapons that it is their fate to avoid. The end of this is telegraphed from the beginning, but the writing is still worth it.

There's also a story by Robert Reed, Roxie, that is very affecting, but feels more like a reverie with parallel stories than anything stfnal. Michael Swanwick has a cute little forecasting bit.
20111112, Marilee

Left Too Long

I woke up this morning feeling like the left side of my face was too long. This is not uncommon with stroke patients -- the face isn't actually changed, there's no new deficits, there's just the feeling that something is wrong. In my case, a long face on the partially-paralyzed side means I let myself get too tired yesterday. I started working on my list of ideas from the other night. The overall ideas I've had for a while, but the really good ideas were ways to cut them down into small managable, sometimes temporary, functions that I can do myself.

One of the things I want to do is to continue to clear stuff out from the kitchen that I haven't used in years. I can't get anything down from the top shelves of the cupboards myself and I plan to call the cleaning boss and see about paying the cleaning lady a bit extra to empty those shelves and wipe the dust off. There's a batch of small discrete things I can do to help prepare for that and yesterday I went through two lower shelves of herbs, spices, oils, vinegars, etc. I used to be a great cook and I brought a lot of stuff with me 15.7 years ago that I haven't used at all. A lot of the liquids were solid! I'm keeping one of the lazy susans and it's not quite filled with things and that opens up a bottom shelf to put the few glass casseroles I use at a good height for me to lift to & from. Some of the spices were so old they were in glass bottles, so I worked with bags in the recliner to empty those out and then put them in recycling.

So since I got too tired, I'm not doing the third heavy-lifting-with-shoes-on thing today, which was setting up the porch fountain for the summer. I've done the other two -- moved books along the top of bookcases above my head, and replaced the flapper in my toilet (to confirm that it's actually the inlet valve that needs replacing and I can't do that these days and will have to call a plumber). I've moved the fountain to tomorrow, but Sundays have big papers and I don't usually get anything extra done those days.