First thing Saturday morning I picked up mr_kurt
and we headed to the "Bald Mountain Shampoo", a CITO clean-up at the end of Mt. Umunhum road up in the hills. It was a misty morning and had rained much of the night. However lots of amazingly cheerful geocachers showed up on the mountain and started collecting bags of beers cans, motor oil bottles, gas cylinders, tires, a dishwasher, four computer monitors, a volkwagen bug and various other trash that people had dumped off the side of the mountain. Why do people *do* that!? Kurt & I go three bags and a tire each and helped haul the dishwasher. It had been in a thicket of poison oak and between that and my back deciding enough crawling under bushes for the day, we left by about 9:30. And yes, we used Technu on the site and took showers when we got to our respective homes. Nonetheless, he has a little patch on one arm and I am freaking covered in poison oak. It could be a lot worse, I am so *glad* it isn't a lot worse. It is bad enough. I decided I couldn't face wearing clothes today and worked from home. I thought about walking around the corner to get a burrito for lunch but I was afraid I'd scare the counter help. I have sores and calamine all over my face. I am so icky and sore and itchy at the moment (Monday afternoon).
(but back to my narrative)
Saturday afternoon Russell and I and *lots* of our friends headed over to Ms. Sophia's first birthday party. Petra & Chris had set up the backyard with a lovely party canopy and excellent munchies. We did a nice blessing and I was having a great time visiting with folks. But it go a bit cold (as afternoons in San Jose often do) and folks moved inside. After about 10 minutes I could no longer breathe (cats) and headed for home. I didn't even get to see the presents opened. I love watching people open presents! *sniff* I really, really don't want to be allergic to cats.
Saturday night Russell and I watched the film adaptation of Fingersmith
by Sarah Waters. The book is Dickinsian story of love and betrayal and pickpockets and pornographers and ladies in madhouses. Like Tipping the Velvet
it does Victorian but with plotlines that the Victorians wouldn't have talked about. I liked it alot!
Sunday my poison oak was really starting to get uncomfortable. I have used Technu, Technu Extreme scrub and Zanfel scrub and I know it would have been horrific without those things. But yuck!
At 2pm we started the NCLC Cog Meeting - mr_kurt
and I are co-First Officers this year and I meant to start right on time. And we did have a quorum. But having started with chatted whilst we waited for a few more people to arrived (which they did promptly). *laugh* It was *not* a very well run meeting but we had a very small amount of agenda and the rambling discussions were ones we really did need to have. Nevertheless, I *know* we shall need to do better in future!
After the meeting several friends stayed on and ate munchies and visited. Russell got home from his day of photography and we watched the movie reviews. We are way behind in our film viewing!
This bring me to today. I got up and more poison oak was starting to come up on my stomach. Oh please! I had one long, thick leggings and a trenchcoat... how did i get urusiol on my stomach? *sigh* The idea of wearing clothes and going to work was right out. So here I am, just finished a day's work punctuated with scrubs and calamine. rubibees
gets here for a visit tomorrow and I look like Frankenstein's monster. Or a demon off Buffy the Vampire Slayer
. This can stop any time. I want to be an invincible super hero. Wouldn't that be nice? No rashes, no aching backs. Sign me up.