What, another update? So soon?

You know, I really need to start getting meals and sleep at regular hours again. Last night I did manage to eat dinner at a reasonable time, but made up for it by sleeping fitfully with an odd assortment of occasionally-violent dreams. Why am I awake now, exactly? Or am I awake? How can I tell? I must not be dreaming, because the dreams I've been having lately have featured many more alien life forms than I've seen in the last hour.

Anyway, I said last Wednesday that I had two plans for Thursday: "Plan A: Pick up prescriptions. Plan B: Collapse." As it turned out, I went with Plan C, which wasn't a plan so much as a series of accidents. Brand-new shoes had been giving me problems, but the store they were from has an unfortunate policy of not letting customers return or exchange unworn merchandise, and after Wednesday I am afraid that these shoes were really rather noticeably muddy and scuffed. I figured that maybe the problems would be solved if I laced them up differently, so I re-did the laces and went out walking to the library. On my way to the library, I decided that if any of the local discount stores had shoes that cost less than the amount of money I then had in my wallet, I would buy them. So I did--and it's nice to know that the less expensive shoes can be returned if necessary. Next time, I should just go to the deep discounters first, shouldn't I? Ah, hindsight.

But first, I went to the library to check out videos and somehow wound up in a conversation which began with the librarian asking, "Have you ever been to a concentration camp?" No, I've never left this North American continent, said I. So he ended up telling me about his family's visit to Dachau in 1969, because he'd been reminded of it after seeing that I was borrowing a copy of Homo Sapiens 1900, about "the history of eugenics, race hygiene and the quest to improve the human race." This conversation would have been less surprising if there hadn't been three other patrons waiting in line behind me.

(One thing I was reminded of, seeing the film: When I was a kid looking through my parents' bookshelves for something good to read, I ran across an old educational book about love and sex. I was just old enough to be fascinated by the sex bits, and young enough not to be quite sure why the chapter on eugenics creeped me out so much.)

After getting home from the unplanned shopping trip and watching the aforementioned DVD, I watched the Eyes of Nye episode on pseudoscience. Watching Michael Shermer doing psychic readings makes everything better.

Friday: That would be the day when I finally got around to collapsing. The weather outside was beautiful, though.

Saturday: Went to bank, picked up a prescription, attempted to have another prescription filled, failed in the attempt, bought a few food items, and went home to get some rest. I had hoped to do something fun that day, but my body was not in the mood.

Sunday: Another in a string of lovely days--and this time, I enjoyed it! A friend had invited me to go with him to explore Eastern Market the previous weekend, but I'd declined on account of not wanting to get drowned on that rainy, breezy morning. So on Sunday afternoon, I decided to make the trip on my own. Those of you paying close attention to the news might have known that there was a rally for immigration reform in Washington, DC on Sunday. I, on the other hand, hadn't realized that anyone was demonstrating for anything other than health care reform this weekend, so the crowds of people with American flags and informative signs came as a slight surprise. You may have heard that there were tens of thousands of people involved in that rally--and all of those people were on the same Metro train I was! Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration, and the train wasn't the most crowded I've ever been on. It was interesting to see large groups of immigrant families for immigration reform, or union members for immigration reform, that sort of thing. I was almost disappointed to learn that the crowd was going to a different destination than I was.

Eastern Market on a Sunday seems to have its own brand of chaos, though. I wandered around for a while in a state of pleasant mild confusion, looking at clothes, jewelry, food, books, and light switch covers with Obama's face on them. Somehow in my wanderings I did end up finding someone familiar: Archelaus Cards! If you can browse their website without understanding why I like Archelaus so, you have obviously never known me. After spending some time (and money) there, I explored the market a bit more, buying some handmade soap from a woman whose business name I've forgotten, but who lives closer to me than either of us does to Eastern Market. Am not sure if I'm likely to get back to the market any time soon, but it was a good way to spend some time on a sunny Sunday afternoon.

Monday: Rainy and cooler. An excellent day to do laundry. If that's not enough for you, visit this link I got from mysticpenguin: Food Timeline. And if that is not enough for you, then you'll have to look elsewhere for excitement because it is well past my bedtime. Good night, all! And by the way: Happy Equinox!

[The hummingwolf clicks the "Post to hummingwolf" button, hoping that the entry that will soon be displayed to all the world makes some kind of sense. The hummingwolf suspects that the chances of sense-making are not very good. The hummingwolf may not be dreaming, but she no longer believes she's awake.]