We just walked down to the corner and back (yessss!).

Nice as the walk was, I can confirm that today's pair of stay-up stockings don't.

They're fine for round the house, fine when you're being pushed around in a wheelchair, and probably will be fine when I'm in my little dodgem car and only walking for short stretches, but I think that's about it.

Actually, the Target ones I own would probably be okay for actual walking, they have that sturdy Target feel to them.

Only Target would produce sturdy and sensible stay-ups. Go Target.

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I've been watching Monkey! I love Monkey and I can't believe how much innuendo I just didn't notice when I was a teenager. Egads I was naive. I am starting from the start and hoping to work my way through in order with the help of the good and kind person who is slowly feeding me the DVDs).

Example:
The Jade Emperor and Vega(?)the Star Goddess are "just friends" says Vega to Pigsy.
"Of course!" nods Pigsy, who is secretly in love with her. Later on he tells his woes to Sandy, telling him how sad it is to only ever be there to escort her to and from the Palace for her visits with her good friend the Jade Emperor, where, Pigsy insists, they discuss philosophy. Sandy shoots Pigsy a Look, but Pigsy isn't paying attention.

I have to keep rewinding bits. I'm not sure to what degree it's the dubbing or me, but I keep missing sentences. I often have a moment's delay these days when I'm translating sound into words and a lot of the dialogue is very chopped and heavily accented.

But *sighs* I do love Monkey very much.
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Actually, the organisations in question don't have to be that large.

An interesting thing about organisations that are central to whatever you're into, be it illness support, or religious-social action activity, or whatever, is that the people that leave are the ones who become fringe.

The organisation itself continues and it's the remaining members that set the agenda and that ultimately create the history.

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After a great 3-4 days, today has been a total shitfight. No one thing wrong, just a day with too many mental gear changes right when my little brain needs a smooth ride. I've been really active the last few days and had planned to do fuck-all nothing today. All this activity happened precisely because I have been feeling well and the post-exertional malaise has not been kicking in. However, I thought it would be prudent to make today a day of rest.

But then I rather imprudently decided that as I wasn't feeling nearly as crap as I expected, I would try and get a couple of things done(...just a couple, honest...), and that when one of those things turned out to involve a bit more phaphing around than expected I decided to keep trying when I should have lain myself down on the couch with a pillow on my head and gone back to Plan A.

But now that the phaphing appears to be over and I'm not working to a deadline anymore (getting something to the Post Office before it shut), I actually do feel capable of doing the small bit of computer work I need to do to get the main bit moved along a bit more. So long as I don't have to really think and so long as I can stay right here in this chair.

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This upswing was really astonishing. I'm not complaining, I just really wish I knew why.

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Still at least the weather's good, in that it's cold and wet like it should be. The only problem with this is that last spring, in a fit of organisational excess, I got a carer to pack most of my serious winter gear(beanies and stuff) into one of those vacuum pack things so I could fit it under my rather overloaded chest of drawers. The vacuum seal was not perfect so since then it's slowly expanded so I'm really not looking forward to trying to drag it out. Might be a job for 10B.

Also, I have to do something about my tights drawer. I own several million pairs of black tights - pairs of every thickness and in every state of decay for every occasion - and it's getting distressingly difficult to find any when you need them especially since they've congealed into one giant black mass.

It's the demons that keep leaping out and scaring the cat that really piss me off.

Actually the increasing availability of other colours (seriously, black was all there was for a while) may be the only thing that can saves me from an early grave. It's nice, we haven't had really had lolly legs since the 80s and it's not like you can buy that sort of legwear when it's not fashionable because the companies just don't make it. Must stock up so I can look like a frumpy bag lady in 5 years when everyone's back to flesh, grey and black.

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( Just getting stuff of my chest. )

On a cheerier note, the OT was wearing a great outfit. It was a neat, tidy, work appropriate version of the extremely grungy purple mini-dress and black tights arrangement that I gave up on only last year.

Perhaps I should give myself a little bit more credit for my wardrobe, since fashionistas seem to be going through my rag-bags when they need inspiration.