upside down travels, possibly first in a series
Standing on my head in places outside my apartment means I look at the insides of rooms in a different way than I have up till now. I'm not entirely confident yet, especially not in public, doing handstands without a wall nearby for support. Wherever I go now, out of both necessity and habit, I look for places, preferably out of public view, where there's room for me to kick my feet up, with bare sections of wall that won't make any noise if I kick them a little. Last week, I went to a cataloging workshop in Milwaukee at the UWM continuing ed school that consisted of a lot of sitting in a classroom listening to people talk and looking at PowerPoint slides. It was easier on my eyes than staring at a computer screen all day, like I do, but I still had brain-turning-mushy difficulties midafternoon, especially on the first day, when I ate too much delicious Indian food for lunch. I find that this problem is pretty effectively remedied by being upside down for a minute or two (it makes afternoons at work much easier) and I'm happy to report that the UWM continuing ed building has good walls for the purpose, although I didn't have such good luck being out of public view.
Also, I finished reading The Intuitionist while I was in Milwaukee, sitting in my room at the Hyatt. It's the sort of hotel where the rooms are on the periphery, the center's open all the way up to the top floor, and the elevators are glass. Since I started reading this book I've paying a lot more attention to elevators than I ever have before, probably more than a person is meant to. So: I closed the book on Friday evening and went right out for dinner, and in the elevator with me going down to the lobby were a man and a woman of a certain age. The guy said, "One thing to be said for this hotel is it's got fabulous elevators." How perfect.
Also, I finished reading The Intuitionist while I was in Milwaukee, sitting in my room at the Hyatt. It's the sort of hotel where the rooms are on the periphery, the center's open all the way up to the top floor, and the elevators are glass. Since I started reading this book I've paying a lot more attention to elevators than I ever have before, probably more than a person is meant to. So: I closed the book on Friday evening and went right out for dinner, and in the elevator with me going down to the lobby were a man and a woman of a certain age. The guy said, "One thing to be said for this hotel is it's got fabulous elevators." How perfect.