We’re expecting snow and freezing rain in central VA this weekend. It hasn’t started yet, but it is a cold and gray mid-winter’s morning. We had about a foot here in mid-December. Climate change is still up for debate?
The cheeto in chief needs to give up on the wall and get folks back to work. We are 21 days into the federal shutdown. I’m getting paid on Tuesday and I got paid on December 31st. My mortgage is paid. I can’t imagine the stress on the folks who work for the government. He is incapable of empathy and I can only hope people will remember the emperor has no clothes in 2020.
I’m waiting for a library ebook to pop up for me so I pulled out The Great Gatsby to read. It’s been a very long time since I read this and I’m enjoying it. Last night, I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep so I read a chapter. Gatsby told Nick that San Francisco is the Middle West. Say what? Was that an actual thing back in the 20s to call San Francisco that? Because the last time I was there, it was squarely on the west coast and not in the middle of the country.
We didn’t make resolutions this year, but I am trying to be nicer at work. The struggle is real. And, I’m committed to taking more time off this year. Last year was bleak. We’re trying to balance the need to travel and spending money on some house improvements.
We had the family over for Christmas dinner. At o’dark thirty this morning, my sister and her husband left to drive back to Florida. I’m sure they are tired. We had to take naps this afternoon…even Lucy seemed more nap-prone than usual.
We went to our neighborhood Christmas parade yesterday and then traipsed around until we found a Christmas tree. Apparently, we are reaping the rewards of the economic downturn of 2008. Back then farmers couldn’t afford to plant new trees and since it takes about 10 years to grow a tree. Blam! Tree shortage.
Today we are in the middle of a snowstorm and so we decorated the tree and things seem more jolly than usual. The tree is also smaller so we had less time to reach our level of perfection.
Anyone who has read this sorry little blog for awhile knows my father is an asshole. We were at my parent’s for Thanksgiving yesterday and everything was going well. About two hours in, my father asked what time it was (6-ish). That was the signal.
As my mother was cleaning up, my father threw a snit and yelled at my twelve year-old-niece. And, he dropped the f-bomb. The house was clear in less than 5 minutes. My mother, I’m sure, had no idea what happened.
Here’s the thing…you do not get to be a jerk to the grandchildren/nieces. Period. Game Over. Go to hell.
So, how was your thanksgiving?
We went to see Pink Martini on Tuesday night. A very fun show and they sang Helen Reddy’s I Am Woman and here’s how they did it:
We stayed in our seats and sang along. We left after the conga line ended up on stage during the encore.
Millennial employee got to work on time yesterday for the first time in weeks. Was I supposed to say good job or just hello?
Power went out due to Hurricane Micheal and it chafes when the people across the street have power and we don’t. Our lines are underground after a big dang production a couple of years ago. Their lines are still above ground. Ugh. Speaking of big dang deal, we’re approaching 1 year of continuous construction on the gas lines in our neighborhood. Every week we have to move signs and remove trash from the construction folks. I will be so glad when they are freaking done. At least the heavy equipment isn’t parked at our house. I’ve surely just jinxed us.
We’re nearing the end of our vacation and exactly nothing has happened – which means we’ve succeeded.
Sunset and I worked hard to get those sun flares:
I’ve been moving a deck chair around to hide from the sun and this is mostly my view:
One evening we watched this for a few minutes:
The pace here has slowed down. We are wondering if things will pick up as we get closer to the weekend because of the holiday. I suppose it doesn’t really matter since it’s not like we’re seeking out people anyway.
A job candidate posted something about my department on social media that basically disparaged the entire work of the department and because we are so small, she may as well have named us personally. The only take-away I have from this is she is a deeply angry person who needs to move on and let it go. Also, don’t tell me that I know nothing about training and development and specifically about instructional design because OH HELL NO. Also, spell words correctly. It makes your story more compelling.
I spent 4 hours in a meeting reviewing and correcting a slide deck. A presentation of less than 50 slides. 4 hours. Exhausted.
How much rain can central VA get in one week? Too much, is how much.
But, how about Manafort and Cohen?
I ran a report on our HR system the other day and realized I have taken less than 3 days of vacation this year. No wonder I’m so tired.
Good thing there is a week coming soon to remedy that.
I have a doctor’s appointment today in the middle of the day. Work was like argharghargh and so I ran out of there while I had the chance.
Got to the appointment early and ate my lunch in the car. In the parking deck. It is August in Virginia. That’s how come I’m at the hottest lunch spot.
I crack myself up.
No sooner than I posted that whine about the street signs and heavy equipment than they moved on to terrorize another part of the neighborhood. Sweet!
Just cracked this open on this beautiful Saturday (low temps and low humidity with a breeze):