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We heard this track the other night on Electric Croude. Unidentified guitarist. It’s not that we don’t know who he/her is, but that no one seems to know.
The music is so beautiful that it’s a shame not to celebrate the guitarist.
So, we have 3-5″ of snow coming. Most of the area schools have already closed even though there’s nothing going on yet. We have some snow on the ground from the other day, but the roads are still clear. All of that’s about the change though and being practically-minded, I decided to work from home today.
Taking 40 minutes to drive to work to stay for 2 hours is really not my idea of a good time–because the drive home would be longer what with all the idiots on the road (me included).
In anticipation of the snow, the snowbot has returned to my desk:

We just heard that there’s a possibility that if the governor announces he’s taking the proposed 6% budget cuts from state agencies (he asked for 2%, 4% and 6% plans) that our organization will absolutely be dissolved and the activities we perform will be folded into the agency that pays our grant. It’s debatable if we’d be hired within that agency.
I worked for that agency as a contractor for about five years and it’s been a little over five years since I worked there. The wounds from that gig haven’t healed. I just recently pulled the last knife out of my back.
We find out on Friday what the governor plans on doing. Friday is my last day of work for the year…I’m taking vacation time and the university closes for a week for winter break. You can bet I’ll be checking my email for news.
Of course, the governor could take the 2% or the 4% budget cuts and then a Request for Proposal will go out and we could either win our contract back or not. If not, then we’re all out of jobs. Our organization has been in business since 1990. That’s a lot of history to flush.
See? All bad news, all the time.
12/17/10-Found out today that we won’t know anything until February when our General Assembly meets and approves the budget amendments. It’s really not looking good for us. Merry f’ing Christmas.
No, we’re not working on our house. Those nasty countertops in the kitchen will have to wait. As God as my witness, I will not buy another house with cheap, light-colored laminate countertops. You know what’s going to happen the next time we move, don’t you?
The MIL’s house is being spruced up so it can go on the market early next year. The metric tons of crap that have been taken to the dump is simply astounding. The metric tons of slightly nicer crap that has been donated to a church thrift store is equally astounding. That thrift store will not have to worry about inventory for months to come. They had a killer yard sale about a month ago and made a very tidy profit. All of their monies go to either paying the rent or helping their flock. It’s a wonderful thrift store in that respect. The better-half’s aunt helped get it set up.
Some of the things that need to be done to the house are way beyond either what we can do, feel like doing or have time to do. I’m more than glad that the better-half has a contractor working on most of the stuff. My sister’s friend is going to paint the interior. I believe they are starting the prep-work today. We have wallpaper out the wazoo to take down this weekend. Over Thanksgiving break we got most of the paper off in the bathrooms. It’s so nice to remove wallpaper that was put up correctly, unlike the nightmare we experienced in our first house. The walls were never really the same.
As we were going through one of the bedrooms last weekend (three piles: thrift store, trash, family), we realized that this is actually pretty exciting. We’re taking a house that mostly hasn’t been updated since it was built in the early 70s and bringing it to a state that will let someone see the fine bones of this house instead of the old lady it’s been for so many years.
It’s even smelling better. It’s already losing that old person, musty, never-open-a-window smell. That’s a good thing.
Emailed my school group on Sunday with an attachment regarding feedback we’d received on our project. Monday the one who really should be thanking her lucky stars that she’s still alive responds not with an answer to the multiple questions/comments I made on the feedback, but with an argument about whether or not our website’s content is open for all of us in the group to change. It is, of course.
Her: Are you able to access them? (meaning the webpages on our site)
Me: Yes. You have to save them and put them back up. (meaning save the page, change them, put them back up on the site)
Her: What is the “them” that you have to save?
Me: Blink.
One more class meeting and 10 days before the project is due.
We have a painted metal railing on our front porch and because our front porch only sees a second of sunshine ever, the railing tends to go green with mildew quickly. I usually clean it once a year with varying degrees of effort.
Today, with supervision from Jim, I cleaned the railing with a bleach solution and put in quite a bit of effort. The little MAN had his foot on my neck.
The railing turned out pretty well, but now I really need to paint as some of the metal is exposed (aluminum, thankfully, so no rust). I also discovered that the posts that hold up the roof aren’t just covered in a greyish moldy film, but that they are actually coated in different paint than the railing. It’s almost like the posts were never painted, only primed. How I’ve never noticed this, I don’t know. But, now that I’ve cleaned, everyone will notice.
The supervisor was not pleased. Or maybe it it was the water hose that displeased him.
It was bound to happen, sooner or later.
My group project for school is still a pain in the ass. Last week a couple of members of the group had a very public argument which demonstrated to the professor exactly what I told her when I met with her a few weeks ago. Of course, I told her I thought things were getting better. Oh how wrong I was. We’re meeting virtually in about an hour. I’m not looking forward to the meeting or to next week’s class.
In next week’s class we have a short presentation on what we’ve learned from the experience of creating an instructional unit. As I do this for reals, I’m having a hard time thinking of a genuine response to this–separating out what I already knew and what I’ve learned is hard. The better-half and I were joking this morning that I should say that I’ve learned is that in X number of days none of this will matter. Or, I’ve learned restraint in not strangling my team mates.
This has been a rocky semester with the Wednesday class being a joke and the Thursday class being all about the drama instead of the work. At least I can hope that all the subsequent semesters are better.