For sale: one crane, gently used

You are on the landing of a stairwell. Stairs lead down to the first floor, and up to the second floor. To the north, a glass door leads outside.

There is a row of mailboxes here.

>OPEN MAILBOX 24
(with the mailbox key)
Opening the mailbox reveals about ten pounds of the usual junk mail.

>EXAMINE THE MAIL
(taking the mail first)
You pry the pile of mail out of the mailbox.

Stuck between a catalog and a credit card offer, you see a small postcard addressed in your own handwriting.

>READ THE POSTCARD
The postcard says:

“Supreme Court: County of New York
D. B. G. Hurst vs. M. L. Garrison
A certified copy of the judgment of divorce ($8.00 per certified copy) may be obtained in room 141B at the certification desk, after receipt of this postcard.”

[Your score has just gone up by five points.]

>WOO HOO
I only understood you as far as wanting to woo.

Hmm, I guess I could have been updating after all.

All right, time for an update, even though the things I desperately want to be able to report still have not happened, including my much-delayed divorce judgment finally coming through, and the ensuing celebration.

So what has been going on for the past month?

  1. Insane amounts of snow. I enjoy snow each year for about five minutes. This snow has been around for, let’s see, about three weeks now.

    Actually, all that’s left now is sooty remnants of formerly huge plowed-up mounds. I really shouldn’t complain, my friends in Ottawa have it much worse. But surely they handle it better up there, just because it’s more routine. Here’s an example of novice snow handling.

    My apartment complex overlooked the actual parking spaces when they “cleared” the parking lot. So everyone had to dig out their cars, and where did they put the snow? In the spaces other cars had left behind. So before long, many of the parking spaces have four feet or more of snow in them. Night falls, everyone returns, and somehow there aren’t enough cleared spaces to hold all the cars that were in there when the snow first fell.

  2. My grandmother’s 75th birthday party, which I didn’t get to go to and therefore moped about for a while. It was in my hometown, I would have had to fly to get there. I wish I could have. Grandma is the standard for kindness by which I measure everyone, and is definitely one of my most positive influences. She loves me a lot, and all through my life I’ve never had to doubt that for a second, which has helped me get through times of serious self-doubt.

  3. A new appreciation for my job. Or, to be more precise, it’s an appreciation for my career in general as a technical writer; my current employment situation has little to do with this. In fact, it has more to do with my dissatisfaction.

    My friend and fellow tech writer Ashley, whom I worked with in New York, recently started at a new job and has been asking my advice on lots of things. It’s made me realize that I really don’t feel appreciated by my current colleagues, and I miss that a lot. I’ve really felt helpful lately, and it feels good.

    I also miss feeling like I was doing important work. My old boss was really great at making it feel like a mission. I’ve gotten into some heavy WebWorks Publisher customization work, and it’s been interesting enough that I enjoy working on it. I’ve made some enhancements that other writers would find useful, and I posted them to the user group on Yahoo. This has come closer to the sense of importance that my work used to have, so I’m glad for that.

    Anyway, sometimes I consider switching into programming, but I really do enjoy tech writing. I’ve just had job blues for the past couple of years.

  4. An excellent TMBG show in DC. Already seems like ages ago.

No vertigo at all for over a week now, so I’m not really concerned about the lack of a definitive diagnosis. If it were anything more than simple inner ear inflammation, I think it would still be bothering me.

We got four or five inches of snow last night, but it looks like more than half of it melted today.

I’m going out in DC tomor—er, tonight with some friends from work. That should be good for me. I spend too much time at home in the winter. Not to mention at work. I’ve been working a lot this week, wrestling with an overly complicated pile of JavaScript, which refuses to bend to my will. I’m probably chasing a wild goose, I just wish I could tell it was a wild goose from farther away.

Stop the grocery store, I want off.

Saturday morning I started feeling light-headed, but thought little of it until I started feeling woozy and nauseous at the grocery store. By Sunday night, I couldn’t stand up without getting motion sick.

There seems to be something wrong with my inner ear; it keeps insisting that I’m constantly turning to the right. It’s difficult to focus on things because my eyes try to follow them by reflex, in spite of the fact that they’re not really moving. I can’t read, or use the computer for more than a couple of minutes without lying down. Driving is out of the question.

So I’ve been sleeping a lot, and lying down even when I’m awake. The ceiling sometimes contorts before my eyes, as my brain tries to rationalize the conflicting signals it’s getting. Television has been a decent distraction. Thankfully I can see it well enough.