Frog and Goat

Perhaps I have mentioned that I’m working on a project at work with another group of people than the usual group. I really like what I’m working on and I’m totally serious about doing a good job on this project so that I will get to work on others like it.

Naturally, some of the people in the group of people I work with on a daily basis are unhappy that I have to keep going over to the other building. I also detect a bit of nose-out-of-joint when I put on my headphones and tune everyone out while I crank through work. They are so used to me hanging out and chatting about any old thing. While I do enjoy their company, I have disliked that I don’t have enough to do. My motto is The More Work The Better. This new project fits the bill completely. I just need to decide if it’s worth the trouble to tell my work mates that they need to get over it or if I should just let the situation work itself out.

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Speaking of walking over to another building…I basically take the same route to the other building every time I make the trip. I think it’s very interesting how the mind filters out everything and I focus mainly on not stepping on dog poop. The other day, though, I realized there are tons of details that I’ve never noticed and that I really should start paying more attention.
Did you know the library building is covered in satellite dishes?
Did you know that guy on Floyd is already drinking beer by 9am?
Did you know that house is a B&B?
Did you know there’s a black and white cat that scoots into a small hole in the lattice work around that front porch?

The better-half is spending some time with his mother this evening and I’ve been spending time with my computer. I have to write a personal statement as part of my grad school application. I looked around on the web for some examples but couldn’t find anything that remotely resembled what I have to do. I think I’m finally finished with it. I find it difficult to write 5-6 paragraphs about myself and why I’m a good candidate for graduate studies.

I received my Miller Analogies test results today and can’t quite believe how well I did. I did freakishly well. When I took the SATs (a gazillion times) and the GREs (twice), I couldn’t do well to save my life. Seriously, if the test results were to determine if I lived or died, I did poorly enough that the firing squad would have delivered my scores via arrows through my airy skull. I don’t think I’ve gotten smarter in the last dozen or so years, so I must be more determined this time. Gasp, could I be shedding some of my apathy? I hope not. I have to have something that distinguishes me as member of Gen-X.

On a totally different subject, how is it that Tracy Chapman’s debut album is still fabulous after all this time? It never sounds old or dated.

Know what’s cool? Sitting at the dinner table, at 8pm, after eating a wonderful tilapia, tomato (fresh!) and rice dish with a side of asparagus and saying, “hey, let’s go get in the pool.”

Apologies on the lack of posts this week. One thing leading to another meant that I didn’t have time to devote to the site outside of stamping out comment spam.

It is hot, hot, hot and as much as I like summer I’m ready for a cooling trend. Just once I’d like to walk outside and not become immediately drenched in sweat. A pretty picture indeed.

We’re scheduled to babysit The Niece from tonight until Sunday morning. I’m sure by Sunday afternoon I’ll need a nap. She told us the other day that she refuses naps. To each her own.