Nothing came of all of my sound and fury at management, and ultimately my complaints became moot when the temperature warmed up (thank goodness!). I think that was part of their less than customer-service-oriented attitude. Eventually, they knew, the problem would disappear as the weather improved, so they could ignore complaints. I did, however, find the last space heater for sale in the city. It was only for sale because someone had returned it to the hardware store. For a tiny little box, it can generate a lot of heat. I'm sure it will also come in handy at work, since the HVAC system in my building has three settings: oven, freezer, and off. We shall have freezer until next winter, when we will have oven, except after 6:00 pm, then we have off.
On Thursday, I had a lovely lunch with the world famous VUBOQ. We did totally order the same meal, without checking with one another or anything. VUBOQ knows all the great places to eat, and the best things to order. His buddy Str8Guy put in an appearance, too. For his amusement, I did, in fact, whip out a boob. Here is a picture of it:
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It's a tag that you hang in your shower to remind you to do a breast self-exam. The boob on the tag is made of some sort of silicon that has the same consistency as an actual tit, but it also has two lumps in it. This is an ingenious addition because all of the health pamphlets tell you to feel for lumps, but you never quite know what a lump should feel like. You can't quite see in that last picture, but the silver rectangle tells you that this is from the Lesbian Health Initiative in Houston, Texas.
As Str8Guy points out, the boob is a bit sticky. That's because it is old. I've had it for a number of years -- about ten, now that I think about it (where does the time go?). VUBOQ wanted to know if that's what happens to real boobs as they age. "No," I said. "Real boobs just droop."
I got the boob at my Women's Group when I lived in Texas. Members of the Lesbian Health Initiative were part of the group, and they handed them out. During our meeting, I sat it on my leg. A fabulous, beautiful Persian woman sat next to me and started to play with it. That's how we formally met. We became pretty good friends. She is now a doctor in New York, as married as the law will allow two lesbians can be to another Persian Lesbian Feminist Separatist (as she always identified herself) doctor.
After lunch on Thursday, I wandered over to the hardware store near the restaurant. I was actually looking to feed my plant addiction, but that was where I found the space heater. Then, I killed some time before heading out to see the Shakespeare Company's outdoor production of Hamlet.
Now, let me tell you, I loves me some Hamlet. I first learned the story in fourth grade -- yes, FOURTH grade -- and it stayed with me ever since. A brooding, depressed intellectual who over thinks everything before he can act, then, when he does, disaster ensues? I'm sure the play has warped my personality in ways that I have yet to fully comprehend.
What an amazing production! The actor playing Hamlet brought an element of youthful arrogance to the role that I have never seen before. His characterization was a pitch perfect depiction of a college-aged kid, full of energy and full of himself, with no idea how to deal with both that energy and the tragedy that has hit his life. He delivered all of the soliloquies naturally, with not a hint of awareness that these are some of the best known and greatest lines in the English language. The actor playing Polonius, one of the more thankless roles in the play, brought such sympathy to his portrayal that I was actually kind of sad when Hamlet killed him. A wonderful, enjoyable evening!
I had to wake up early on Friday because, on Friday, I was going flying. Hot Married Math Professor is also a Hot Married Private Pilot. (I shall take to giving him they name Fyodor, after Fyodor Dostoyevsky, because he said that the last book that he read was The Brothers Karamozov -- in the original Russian). He just got his license this year, and will take any excuse to get some more time in the air.
I love flying (although I despise the shit you have to go through to fly on commercial jets these days). My first plane ride, according to family legend, was at three months of age. Many people don't like flying in small planes because you can feel every gust of wind and change of pressure; but that is precisely why I love flying. The thrill of using one type of force to defy another, of using lift to defy gravity.
Then, of course, the view! To be above everything, to see the water and the land and the contours of the earth. Do you know that, from 1000 feet up you can see the Appalachian from the Chesapeake? You can see the sand bars spiking out from the islands. You can see the marshes and their tenuous hold on the air above water. You can understand why the land itself is called Tidewater. You can see tiny islands that look as if they are bits of algae floating on the surface of the bay.
But, I will save that story for another post, because it will take longer to tell.