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The last few days...
Feb. 8th, 2005 06:45 pmSaturday, I did nothing, I let myself have a slug day. I was still on a high from the unbelievably good week I'd had, and the good financial stuff from Friday. After a lovely chat with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
holyoutlaw, I spent the whole night in the tub. I got out about 6am, and I was going to go to bed, but I just didn't. I zoned out on the couch till 11, then got up, showered, and went downtown to run some errands. It felt very strange to be awake and out the door before noon on a Sunday, but there ya go...
I'm approaching the Concourse hotel, it's time to make my Wiscon reservation. Just outside the door, my phone rings. It's my dad. "Are you coming to the nursing home?" I say "um, was I supposed to?" Dad says "well, it's grandma's birthday, and we're already here." I say "I'll be there in a few minutes".
On the one hand, I'm pissed at being manipulated and guilt-tripped. On the other, much bigger hand, I'm a horrible person because I rarely visit my grandma, and I never remember her birthday. I'm just blocks from her downtown nursing home, and I couldn't possibly refuse. Grandma turns 93 today. So after getting my Wiscon stuff taken care of, I join my folks, my brother Steve, and his girlfriend Barb. Grandma can't remember my name this time, nor does she have any idea who I am.
When we were done, I took advantage of the mild weather, walked around downtown and did some shopping. I went to the Cat's Meow, where a year ago this week I bought the red dress that changed my life. I found myself trying on leather and corset-y things, and if this one rather racy little number had been a size smaller, I would have bought it! It's never too early to start planning for the LiveJournal party...
Feeling better, I went home and made a quiche.
Monday, I fell asleep on the couch early, missed the weather report, and therefore didn't know we'd have freezing rain on Tuesday. Grrr...
Things are still good at work. Really good. So good I think I'm going to wake up and find I've been dreaming and I don't deserve to have it this good. People have been talking about dreams today, here on LJ, and a gal at the office mentioned she had an interesting one. Mine were pretty strange and memorable last night as well. Hmmm...
New bosslady continues to be thoroughly not-evil by organizing a treat day and encouraging everyone to pass out Valentines next Monday. It isn't mandatory, but there isn't anyone who doesn't want to take part, to the extent that some folks are even making and decorating little boxes for valentines, just like we did in elementary school! It's silly, but very sweet. People aren't used to this kind of thing at work.
If you'll excuse me, I have a box to decorate...
holyoutlaw, I spent the whole night in the tub. I got out about 6am, and I was going to go to bed, but I just didn't. I zoned out on the couch till 11, then got up, showered, and went downtown to run some errands. It felt very strange to be awake and out the door before noon on a Sunday, but there ya go...I'm approaching the Concourse hotel, it's time to make my Wiscon reservation. Just outside the door, my phone rings. It's my dad. "Are you coming to the nursing home?" I say "um, was I supposed to?" Dad says "well, it's grandma's birthday, and we're already here." I say "I'll be there in a few minutes".
On the one hand, I'm pissed at being manipulated and guilt-tripped. On the other, much bigger hand, I'm a horrible person because I rarely visit my grandma, and I never remember her birthday. I'm just blocks from her downtown nursing home, and I couldn't possibly refuse. Grandma turns 93 today. So after getting my Wiscon stuff taken care of, I join my folks, my brother Steve, and his girlfriend Barb. Grandma can't remember my name this time, nor does she have any idea who I am.
When we were done, I took advantage of the mild weather, walked around downtown and did some shopping. I went to the Cat's Meow, where a year ago this week I bought the red dress that changed my life. I found myself trying on leather and corset-y things, and if this one rather racy little number had been a size smaller, I would have bought it! It's never too early to start planning for the LiveJournal party...
Feeling better, I went home and made a quiche.
Monday, I fell asleep on the couch early, missed the weather report, and therefore didn't know we'd have freezing rain on Tuesday. Grrr...
Things are still good at work. Really good. So good I think I'm going to wake up and find I've been dreaming and I don't deserve to have it this good. People have been talking about dreams today, here on LJ, and a gal at the office mentioned she had an interesting one. Mine were pretty strange and memorable last night as well. Hmmm...
New bosslady continues to be thoroughly not-evil by organizing a treat day and encouraging everyone to pass out Valentines next Monday. It isn't mandatory, but there isn't anyone who doesn't want to take part, to the extent that some folks are even making and decorating little boxes for valentines, just like we did in elementary school! It's silly, but very sweet. People aren't used to this kind of thing at work.
If you'll excuse me, I have a box to decorate...
