November 28th, 2008

Dread Pirate

Happy Holidays!

Happy Holidays everyone! We are in Nahant for the holidays, having gone first to RI to the Weatherdude's parents on Wednesday. We had a really good meal with sweet potatoes, butternut squash, turkey, stuffing and two types of cranberry. This year, it was an amazing mixture of flavors, courtesy of my brother-in-law, for the most part.

Miss E had a lovely trip, though she's mislaid her dvd cord for the car and was thus limited. We had congested traffic on I-95 in CT, but that's to be expected. Get beyond New Haven and the traffic falls away. It's the RI effect. In the summer, it's a different story.

We are now going to do some work on Maralton's storage space to prep for her move south. Miss E is very excited about having an aunt ready to hand. Maralton is very excited about making a change in her life.

Frog Out

Story #3 is progressing. Have to see what I can do in the next few days.
Leodora Test

Got Up Early Today

I got up at about 5:30 this morning, partly because my brother-in-law promised a pot of fresh coffee, strong, so it can take lots of skim milk. I like my pod maker, a K-cup brewer. One cup at a time and lots of it. This trip has made me appreciate it all the more.

Another reason I got up was due to a dream. Of all things, I dreamt of my old boss. No love lost there, though he's in general a decent guy. It was never sexism, it was just, well, who he was and who I was after several years of working together, and some personal issues that made it impossible for me to devote my life to my job any longer. At any rate, I dreamt that we were working on the tax return and all the staff people weren't there and those of us who used to review the returns were preparing them. And someone I used to supervise was going to be the one reviewing the entire return (a return several inches thick). Not to mention the multitude of state returns that go along with the Federal. And the reason this person could review the return was because it was being prepared by people who don't make mistakes. So it felt rather unfair that she was now the supervisor. And he was running about schmoozing with higher ups and was never available for questions or interaction.

What I think I resented most was my hind brain complaining that this is NOT tax season and it's my writing time, not tax time. Tax time is coming soon enough.

It was all just a wee bit too close to home and what it used to be like in an office, including the political aspects. When I woke up from it, it wasn't that I wasn't sure if it were real. I knew it wasn't. It was more that I had no desire to remember any of it and if I went back to sleep, I might find that space again. No thank you.

Frog Out