Paul brought Goose Beer IPA back from the States for me, and we had a lovely long chat about various subjects. He’s OVER THE MOON about being retired, and I’m very, very happy for him. When he first got the job at Air Canada I was very happy because he’d had quite a choppy job history up until that point and I remember saying that he now had a fighting chance of being able to retire on more than a pittance, and now it’s happened, it’s really real. And he so richly deserves it, because that man put a lot of his life and pain and grit into that company and the safety of the people who fly in those aircraft.
.7 hours last night, what’s up with that.
Cleaned my room yesterday! Buster used the opportunity to come in and pee on stuff, but fortunately it was stuff I was throwing out or immediately washing, so Saul Goodman. The beautiful wood floors now shine, I’ve consolidated seven boxes into two, and now I need to move all the filk I discovered (holy MOG there was a lot of it) into the binder(s) allocated for it. BUT I found the Kathy Mar songbook for her concert at FKO which I had been looking for since I went, very happy about that.
I found 33 dollars in change and bills while I was cleaning, netting $5.50 per hour. Just trying the brightside, here.
Next on deck getting the three loads of laundry put away. I suspect my best bet is to s-can 50% of the clothing that comes out of the dryer today. I don’t have enough room, and while psychologically I can never have enough cotton knit dresses in beige, possibly it’s time to turn them into something else, like a donation to a charity.
After that my desk, and an indexing of my craft, cable and paper stashes so I know what I have and can quit buying cute little notebooks. I found so many yesterday that it is not funny, nuh-unh.
I have to figure out which writing I’m going to give the interviewers on Thursday. This is not going to be difficult, I just have to ensure that it’s the correct tone for the task.
I recently had reason to confront how I am a complete frickin’ coward about SJW issues, even when they are in my face. Blerg. PLEASE DON’T SAY SOMETHING TRASHILY RACIST AND THEN SAY I’M NOT RACIST MY BEST FRIEND IS BLACK BECAUSE you will make me intensely uncomfortable and I won’t actually do anything about it. I got some good suggestions from my twitter pals – the white ones. The POCs stayed the hell out my mini meltdown, for which I can only say thank you.
Shaking my head.
Jeff has returned from the land of the fOlks, and they remain bloody marvellous by all accounts. I have received an envelope, for this relief much thanks. And now I’m going to storyboard my day, which has some bicycling in it whenever the rain lets up. And yes mOm I will wear my helmet this time.