Wednesday, January 30, 2002

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"Nothing can bring you peace but yourself."

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

 

 

 

 

 

doing nothing right...and yet...

I try to get to work early. Some of the hard copies of the presentation didn't print out correctly. The printer/copier has a paper jam. Then it wants to be reset and coddled. I don't let it upset me. Then I am ready at 9 and two people show up but others come later because I really said 9:30 and I've already started because someone stuck another meeting on my calendar. I haven't practiced at all and my colleagues and I are joking around but it wasn't that bad a dry run. Really. I get some good suggestions for improving, correcting. I attend more meetings, work on it until 8PM. Then I can't upload it to the conference site because my password doesn't work and the button that is supposed to send your password doesn't work (or at least it hasn't sent me one!) Also, the conference would really, really like me to convert it to PDF but I don't have a full Acrobat license. I'd like to convert it to make sure it gets done probably and looks OK. So I'm stuck and I send notes to conference people and internal people looking for the keys to to kingdom. Ah, well. I have until Friday. But tomorrow I have to drive to Houston and back and Friday I'm taking off to get ready to have a party here for a benefit. Yikes!

And none of it really bothers me at all.

Oddly enough.

Somewhere in there I eat nachos (should never have brought the cheese and jalapenos to the office). I eat a couple of triangles of Laughing Cow Cheese. (I know, I know. No one cares about everything I eat. And sometimes I forget to mention things I eat. Like last night I came home and ate some leftover fried cheese and fried fish from Chili's. I forgot to say that. But now I have!).

When I finally leave work I see I don't have much gas and I don't want to buy it at 4 in the morning so I fill up. When I get home, FFP has take-out turtle soup and twice-baked potatoes heating up. Very good. He puts some sherry in the soup so I have a little glass of it, too. I read some papers, watch some TV (including catching the meal scenes of Babbette's Feast). I stay up too late. Two nights. I'll have to have a lot of coffee to get to Houston.

And so to sleep. For a couple of hours anyway.

 

 

 

 

JUST TYPING
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I wanted.
Right here.

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