Month: April 2006

I’m getting hairy. As you can tell from the pictures of me on my profiles and webpages, I keep my hair real short. The short you happen to get when you run a Mach III razor over it. It must be at least a quarter inch. I hate it. I call it my ‘hippie hair’.

Other people seem to like it. Of course they would, I have beautiful hair. Always have. But, I don’t shave it for looks. I have an irritable scalp. Having hair is very uncomfortable and even painful. I am a very sensitive person.

Ever heard the story of the Princess and the Pea? I’m like that, only not a girl and not with peas. Even from when I was little, I could not wear shirts or pants with tags or even the socks that seam at the tip of the toes. These things super bug me and irritate my skin. My scalp is the worst though. I have to wash it several times a day to stop the discomfort and help suppress the urge to scratch it.

You may as well call me the prince and the pea.

I had a wonderful conversation with a pretty little girl yesterday. She was such a cutie. She was in the library with her mom. While her mom was browsing the books, the girl came and sat in one of the adjacent seats near by. She was very inquisitive and an absolute delight. Too bad she won’t be that kind when she gets older.

Much of what she asked me was to the embarrassment of her mother. I don’t know why, they were perfectly acceptable questions that reminded me of that New Era article with “Hanna Banana Happy Piana”. She asked me if I had a little girl. I said no, and her mom explained that the girl thought everyone should have a little girl. I happen to agree. In fact, I would take a dozen just like her. Other questions included, what’s your name?-Waldo, do you have a little boy?-no, and what’s your moms name?-mom (that stumped her and she didn’t accept that answer so she tried several variants to the question).

At one point, she looked out the window and said “look at all the wishes”. At first, I thought I didn’t understood her. I already new what was out the window, so I didn’t look. Instead I asked her what she had said. She responded with “look at all the wishes”. I looked over to her mom, who told me she didn’t know what the girl meant either. Then she noticed the dandelions and said oh, she’s talking about the dandelions.

Until then, I had not realized you can make wishes on dandelions. It’s fairly self-explanatory how it’s done, but I guess I never thought of it before. I wish on candles, stars, shooting stars, rainbows, and just in general, but never on a dandelion.

Today, looking out at all the dandelions, I can’t help but think how many wishes there are. All I see are wishes. Look at all the wishes.

Last Friday at 4:20 PM, or so, marked the fifth straight week without wireless internet at the St. George Branch of the Washington County Library. This is beyond ridiculous. They are certainly not required to provide this luxury, but since they do offer it, they can at least ensure that it works.

Anyway, I regret to inform any of you who have been wishing to IM me that I am still unable to do so. Internet from the convenience of my laptop is unavailable. I talked to one of the librarians yesterday and she said they didn’t expect it to be running again until June. It is her understanding that they (the county “I.T.” guys) were planning on getting it fixed permanently.

It is disappointing, but at least now I know it’s not going to work for a few months. It’s no big deal either, it’s just that I had gotten used to it. Having the internet at my fingertips expanded my resources providing me with online references such as dictionaries, and so on. It also made it easier to update my website/blog and keep in touch with everyone.

For a while, I was wondering if they would just forget about it until the new main branch building gets finished. Maybe they will.

On a side note, I did notice that they (the library) had a new webpage. I like the old one better.

Well, Oh…

When I got this bike for Christmas, I thought my days of undependability* and walking were over. Not so. My feet can be the first to tell you. The right rear bearing went out this weekend. I had to walk into town for General Conference and back last night.

This morning I transfered the tube and tire to another rear rim, but I pinched the blasted tube in the process. I hate working on bikes. I get greasy and dirty and now my fingers are throbbing from struggling with the tire and tube.

And, my feet and ankles are killing me. I have such a physically fit body, but when it come to walking and running, I’m just not built for it. These shoes weren’t built for it either. Yes, they are the same shoes I bought back in ’04. I have complained about them often on this blog. Now they have a hole worn into the sole of the right foot. Last time it rain, I foot got wet and cold.

Another thing that gets me, and it really pisses me off too, is that every time my bikes have broke down, they’ve done it on the weekend. For some reason, problems cannot occur on the days I have the most resources available to fix them. That fact ensures the most possible ‘down time’ and maximum discomfort and suffering. It’s bad enough that it has to happen, but God forbid it should happen when I can fix it.

I really hate working on bicycles. I hate even more walking. And I super hate not sleeping because my ankles ache and my feet are swollen and blistered, which is what happens when I walk in these trashy shoes.

* I know it’s not a word, but it ought to be.