November 11th, 2005

Fish-Fred

Yes, I *really* hate shopping

I needed to accomplish some kamikaze shopping tonight. Kamikaze shopping is my preferred style, anyway--set objective, make a single strike, done. In this case I need something to wear next week that's a step up from my very casual office wear (jeans or twill pants, cotton blouses and sweaters, etc) but not too far up. I'll be at a national workshop in Denver, and I'm both the organizer of it as of about 3 weeks ago (separate post on this soon, maybe) and am presenting 2 hour-long talks. And running the mini computer lab, but that activity doesn't impel me to change my wardrobe. I'd rather not spend a lot of money of any of this, first because I don't like to spend money on clothes anyway, and second because these occasions don't come along very often and the clothes won't get much use.

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If I get done at the office quickly tomorrow morning I'll try another thrift store (seeking a nice jacket, cheap), and then make a pass at Rich's and Macys. If I can stand that much shopping, that is. There are things in the closet that I could use, they just aren't quite the style I'd like to wear--but if my shopping-stamina gives out, they'll do.
Fish-Fred

Forgotten resource

Wednesday I decided I really needed to go ahead and get a flu shot--I tried when I had my physical, but they were out of vaccine then. So I called my doctor's office and got offered an appointment next week. (I'll be in Denver.) Or the week after Thanksgiving. (No thanks.)

I then tried the nearby grocery stores and drug stores that have had signs for flu shots, but they were all done, no more planned. I was about to give up and make the appointment for after Thanksgiving, when I spotted an article in the paper about getting flu shots at....duh....the DeKalb County Health Department. Which is actually 5 or 6 health centers scattered around the county, it seems, and one of them is very close to my office.

Yesterday at lunch I drove to the health center, followed the signs to the flu shot room (no one there but the clerk and the nurse), filled out the forms, paid $20, and got my shot. I was done with plenty of time to stop at the library just up the street and pick up the new Tamora Pierce they were holding for me--that's been confiscated by my elder niece, who promises to give it back when I return from Denver next Friday. (Probably after she, her sister, and her mom have read it.) I'm sure I won't have time to read it before I go, and I've been saving Sword of Orion for the trip.