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shadesofmauve) wrote2007-05-16 03:16 pm
shadesofmauve) wrote2007-05-16 03:16 pm
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Operation: Long posts to distract Kathryn!
Recently I've read Ocean by Warren Ellis and Zorro by Isabel Allende. I've (mostly) learned Patty Fahey's #1. I've been kicked out of a festival, ridden in a bike-rickshaw, and been paid in radishes. A rat sat on me. I have wanted to write and haven't had time. I have seen friends that I haven't seen in ages, won a battle with a cake, and left far too many unwashed dishes.
I spent Monday evening in Seattle, schmoozing at the IACA* conference, which included a boat ride to Tillacum village and lots of ego-patting. I practiced my French and everything. The drive back down was miserable - must keep eyes on road...so tired - but I got home alive and spent the next day recovering. I liked listening to people from all over talk about one of MY towns. I was sad about the environment, though. Beautiful weather, but far too much smog for mid-May.
IACA has a rotating presidentship, and the president hosts the conference. This means that if I'd been a better little businessgirl I could have targeted each president for the next twenty years. Instead I just talked to whomever seemed willing and/or interesting, and was accosted by the rep from Maine. By handshake deal, I'll do the emblem for him when he hosts in 2013, and they'll fly me to Maine.
Damn. In six years I'll be thirty.
None of my future plans really go past my mid fifties. I always kinda figure I'll have started to really break down by then, so I'd better have accomplished most of what I want to have accomplished. When I wrote my obituary I was killed by rhino attack at age 54.
Today I have Tai Chi class and possibly dinner with my always-unpredictable Grandparents Reilly, but what I really want to do is go home, clean the darned house, and read or draw or something. Something could be laying out the program for the OHS baccalaureate as a favor to Trik's mom and Joan Healy. I'm pretty disgusted by the whole IDEA of baccalaureate (I prefer bachanalians), but I decided that personal preferences were moot in this case, because it's a simple favor and they're both nice people.
Also, we said goodbye to my TRL boss today. She's headed down to Portland, and the new guy has been chosen and starts June 18. Perhaps we can take the opportunity of being sans-boss to repaint the office or something.
*International Assocation of (Corporate Administrators)(Consumption of Alchohol)(Consenting Adults**)
**Heard that one rather late, after the consumption of alchohol, naturally.
I spent Monday evening in Seattle, schmoozing at the IACA* conference, which included a boat ride to Tillacum village and lots of ego-patting. I practiced my French and everything. The drive back down was miserable - must keep eyes on road...so tired - but I got home alive and spent the next day recovering. I liked listening to people from all over talk about one of MY towns. I was sad about the environment, though. Beautiful weather, but far too much smog for mid-May.
IACA has a rotating presidentship, and the president hosts the conference. This means that if I'd been a better little businessgirl I could have targeted each president for the next twenty years. Instead I just talked to whomever seemed willing and/or interesting, and was accosted by the rep from Maine. By handshake deal, I'll do the emblem for him when he hosts in 2013, and they'll fly me to Maine.
Damn. In six years I'll be thirty.
None of my future plans really go past my mid fifties. I always kinda figure I'll have started to really break down by then, so I'd better have accomplished most of what I want to have accomplished. When I wrote my obituary I was killed by rhino attack at age 54.
Today I have Tai Chi class and possibly dinner with my always-unpredictable Grandparents Reilly, but what I really want to do is go home, clean the darned house, and read or draw or something. Something could be laying out the program for the OHS baccalaureate as a favor to Trik's mom and Joan Healy. I'm pretty disgusted by the whole IDEA of baccalaureate (I prefer bachanalians), but I decided that personal preferences were moot in this case, because it's a simple favor and they're both nice people.
Also, we said goodbye to my TRL boss today. She's headed down to Portland, and the new guy has been chosen and starts June 18. Perhaps we can take the opportunity of being sans-boss to repaint the office or something.
*International Assocation of (Corporate Administrators)(Consumption of Alchohol)(Consenting Adults**)
**Heard that one rather late, after the consumption of alchohol, naturally.