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keladry_lupinNot sure what happened -- a tiny seismic event, cats, or a poltergeist -- but a floor lamp in the bedroom toppled over at four this morning. One of those energy-efficient light bulbs smashed against its metal shade and ended up all over the floor next to my bed. I have enough books by my nightstand that I was able to lay a path on the floor to get to the other side of Mom's recliner and safely walk on the floor to get the dustpan and broom. Mom won't like that I've found another excuse for the mess around my bed (yay for having too many books), though I will agree that having a pair of shoes by the bed is a simpler solution in cases like this. (I did put a pair there, but then I needed them last week.) Now that most of my neighbors are awake, I shall get up to vacuum the rest of the debris.
Boss-man JD dropped the retirement bomb on us during a staff meeting today. We all groaned. Then Mike, who's been here almost as long as JD and is one of my favorite coworkers, said that JD's departure might be a good time for him to retire, and I stuck my fingers in my ears and said "LA LA LA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" If Diane goes too, as she's often threatened to do when JD left, I shall be very, very miffed. He isn't leaving until next year, though, and he'll stay on the faculty for another two years after that to ease the transition and stuff.
Much gratitude to all the con-goers who signed my postcard! I squeed when I saw it, and then laughed, "You bitches!" when I saw that Voldemort is the picture on the other side. I shall pin it up on my cubicle wall (with Voldemort facing the wall) and grin like a loon when I see everyone's signatures.
Went a bit wild online yesterday, since I get paid today. I didn't know the Disney Store had plus sizes, so I bought a very cute Mickey and Minnie t-shirt. Then I got tired of not having black trousers for work, so I bought a pair of black jeans, a black tunic, and a beige and white print dress that will finally let me wear my favorite shoes to church. I need to find a camisole, because the neckline plunges a little too much for church and work, but other than that, I have high hopes for it. I shall devote a bit of my next paycheck to clothes, too, but this will do for now.
Speaking of church, most congregations are defined by geographical boundaries. If you have a special interest, like speaking Spanish or being with other single members your age, then you can get permission to attend elsewhere, which is what I've been doing for the last couple of years. It's been nice, but the local leaders have decided that the singles program has advanced enough that they're setting things up in each congregation instead of on a city-wide level. Not sure when they'll do it, but it's a relief to be going back. Moving away seemed to be a good idea at the time, but some of the folks in the congregation where I've been attending for two years are standoffish. There's also a large retirement community within the boundaries, so more than half the members are over sixty, and I get asked my name every single week. And there are maybe a dozen people of color in the entire congregation; in the congregation where I live, we have African Americans, Tongans, Samoans, Latinos, white folks, and Asians. There's even aloony bin mental health facility too, so we have a few mentally unstable wild cards! I feel much less bland there.
Jury duty next week. I like California's system; you're on call for a week. You go into the courthouse for one day, and if you aren't chosen for a panel by the end of that day, you're free for a year. You're SOL if you're chosen for a jury, of course, but once the trial is over, you're free for a year. I'm also okay with it because the Los Angeles courts have Juror Appreciation Week every year ... the second week of May. They provide munchies for the jurors for that week. I donated my fees and mileage to that fund last time I served more than one day (you don't get compensated for your first day), so yay for karma.
Yay weekend. Phil and I have about ten plays to choose from in the next few weekends, so we need to sit down with a calendar, all the performance dates, and our work schedules to see what we can attend and when. I shall make soup on Sunday (a last hurrah before summer sets in), clean the hobbit hole, work on the garden, and run a few errands tomorrow. And embroider like a wild thing!
Boss-man JD dropped the retirement bomb on us during a staff meeting today. We all groaned. Then Mike, who's been here almost as long as JD and is one of my favorite coworkers, said that JD's departure might be a good time for him to retire, and I stuck my fingers in my ears and said "LA LA LA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" If Diane goes too, as she's often threatened to do when JD left, I shall be very, very miffed. He isn't leaving until next year, though, and he'll stay on the faculty for another two years after that to ease the transition and stuff.
Much gratitude to all the con-goers who signed my postcard! I squeed when I saw it, and then laughed, "You bitches!" when I saw that Voldemort is the picture on the other side. I shall pin it up on my cubicle wall (with Voldemort facing the wall) and grin like a loon when I see everyone's signatures.
Went a bit wild online yesterday, since I get paid today. I didn't know the Disney Store had plus sizes, so I bought a very cute Mickey and Minnie t-shirt. Then I got tired of not having black trousers for work, so I bought a pair of black jeans, a black tunic, and a beige and white print dress that will finally let me wear my favorite shoes to church. I need to find a camisole, because the neckline plunges a little too much for church and work, but other than that, I have high hopes for it. I shall devote a bit of my next paycheck to clothes, too, but this will do for now.
Speaking of church, most congregations are defined by geographical boundaries. If you have a special interest, like speaking Spanish or being with other single members your age, then you can get permission to attend elsewhere, which is what I've been doing for the last couple of years. It's been nice, but the local leaders have decided that the singles program has advanced enough that they're setting things up in each congregation instead of on a city-wide level. Not sure when they'll do it, but it's a relief to be going back. Moving away seemed to be a good idea at the time, but some of the folks in the congregation where I've been attending for two years are standoffish. There's also a large retirement community within the boundaries, so more than half the members are over sixty, and I get asked my name every single week. And there are maybe a dozen people of color in the entire congregation; in the congregation where I live, we have African Americans, Tongans, Samoans, Latinos, white folks, and Asians. There's even a
Jury duty next week. I like California's system; you're on call for a week. You go into the courthouse for one day, and if you aren't chosen for a panel by the end of that day, you're free for a year. You're SOL if you're chosen for a jury, of course, but once the trial is over, you're free for a year. I'm also okay with it because the Los Angeles courts have Juror Appreciation Week every year ... the second week of May. They provide munchies for the jurors for that week. I donated my fees and mileage to that fund last time I served more than one day (you don't get compensated for your first day), so yay for karma.
Yay weekend. Phil and I have about ten plays to choose from in the next few weekends, so we need to sit down with a calendar, all the performance dates, and our work schedules to see what we can attend and when. I shall make soup on Sunday (a last hurrah before summer sets in), clean the hobbit hole, work on the garden, and run a few errands tomorrow. And embroider like a wild thing!
