Working Wednesday, January 17, 2024

We’re still working on Very Nice Funerals, although it’s coming together nicely. We’re also looking at the last cover in the Rocky Start series. I think it needs to be more evil, so I changed the bee to be nastier. The designer probably hates me at this point, but the jolly little honey pot we had before was not evil enough. But bees, bees can kill you.

What did you work on this week?

94 thoughts on “Working Wednesday, January 17, 2024

  1. Travelling for work today, which had me up at insane o’clock to catch my flight. Home tomorrow night. Other than that I quilted most of the weekend. Not quite done with quilt #1 (of three that need quilting).

    1. Over the years that I have lurked here, I’ve wanted to tell you how much I admire your work. I’d love to learn to quilt (knit, crochet), and you do such an artistic and professional job, Nancy. Kudos.

  2. I’ve been reading a lot more since my husband asked if our public library has ebooks. I’d checked this out years ago, it was in its infancy, and not great. So I forgot about this option. Things have changed a lot! So I’ve been going hog wild and checking out many books.

  3. I remember one documentary where they showed how bees kill their queen when they decide she’s not up to the job anymore: surrounding her in masses until she overheats and gets cooked to death.
    Very efficient. Not nice.

    Day job: working my way through the usual stuff. Too many tasks similarly important. I’m not good with prioritizing. I might have a whiff of ADHD when it comes to multitasking…

    At home: stalling when it comes to unloading and unpacking the 100+ boxes from our move. I need to find my driver’s licence to get it renewed (new policy). I’m pretty sure I’ve marked the boxes containing important stuff. Just not on the outside but on the lid. But the boxes are stacked on top of each other. No lid readable. ARGH.

    1. Yes: lesson learned from many moves – write on all four sides as well as the top of each box! (And in black or blue marker pen – not a biro like the idiot removal men, the only time I got them to pack for me.

      1. Good point, Jane. As a Methodist minister, I moved fairly often, and I learned that early, too. I also have a bin that is “last in and first out”, with essential things like TP, paper towels, markers, notepads, tape, essential documents, etm. There is another bin with the basic kitchen tools and pots and pans. It really helps.

      2. As our lease will be up in 4 years, so the next .ove on the horizon, I will make sure to follow this tip!!

        1. maybe too obvious but writing on all four sides on an empty box is easier. I use, say,”kitchen 1″, with maybe an general inventory list (overseas required, into storage really really recommended).
          And then unpack in reverse order because those first few for each room were probably decorative and least used.

    2. If you think of bees as cells in a body (the hive) it’s a bit less gruesome. Our own cells sometimes kill other cells. And of course calling the reproductive bee the queen is just a bit of poetic whimsy; she issues no orders. In Russian, the same word, MATKA, is used for a queen bee and for the uterus.

      1. Where I live, a drivers license (or for nondrivers, a similar-looking ID card issued by the state) is essential identification and the only way I can see it getting deliberately packed is if a copy on one’s phone is legal ID, as it is in some states. Some or most countries have national ID cards and just use drivers licenses for driving-related purposes. I can’t offhand recall where you live, Dodo, and thus which scenario is more likely. I hope you find the physical license soon either way, though.

        1. My personal id card is safely packed in my purse. I live in Bavaria (Germany), so need to have the card with me. The driver’s license only when I drive which is hardly ever. I’m even a p**n in the ass when being a passenger. I prefer public transport or bike if I can help it – living in a city with excellent public transportation is a luxury, I’m aware of this fact.

          1. I biked much of the time for the two happy years I lived in Bavaria (30 years ago), but the second winter was snowy enough to put me back in my car even for commuting. (And the small town had cut back on bus service for that second year, too.)

            Anyway, renewed good luck wishes on finding it. I’ve certainly been on hunts for one important document or another. I once even misplaced my passport just before an important trip. I finally found it inside the cover of a guidebook that, on my first two searches, I had thought was too small to contain the passport.

      2. Patrick: a non segue—gnocci is one of my favourites. After many different kinds over the years, the only kind I buy now is Romma. Have you tried it? There’s a fabulous recipe in NYTimes for gnocci, brusselsprouts, fresh parmesan, a bit of honey and chili flakes. Using the right kind of gnocci and you don’t need to boil or immerse in water ahead. Just sauté it after preparing the sprouts.

        1. Thanks! I haven’t tried Romma but I’ll look for it. (But not for use with Brussels sprouts!) The stuff I had might have been perfectly fine if I’d liked their pesto blend, which I didn’t, but tastes vary. If memory serves, the same company (name forgotten) makes other pasta products with pesto that I liked; presumably a different blend.

    3. My packing method may be overly complicated, but I love it. Each box gets a room code and a number for example, K1 for box one for the kitchen. I write what I put into the box in a notebook. Each room has its own page. I put the box number and the contents as I fill it in the notebook. The room and number gets written on all four sides and top of box. I find I can be a little more detailed this way with less writing. Plus, when there’s something I want to get out of a box, I can just scan the notebook, figure out which box I’m looking for and then go find that particular box.

  4. I feel like I am doing everything in slow motion. Still cleaning, slowly. Likewise purging my closet in tiny chunks. I have ideas for projects, but can’t quite seem to sit down and work on them. I try to list one thing a day, just to keep my Etsy shops active. I’m not sure where the rest of the time goes.

    The move at work went better than expected. Actually, the snow was a blessing because it kept the usual after holidays rush to a dull roar and we had time to put things back together before the snow stopped. Still more to do, but I expected much worse.

  5. We worked on staying warm cause middle Tennessee got 8 inches of snow and I woke up to -5 degrees. The heating unit has been keeping up until last night. It’s struggling a bit right now, but hoping temps get a little warmer today.

    1. I hear you on the staying warm, Cathy. Around here January finally brought real winter so there be lotta snow and much shovelling. Pup is particularly keeping her time outside short, especially since while she will wear a coat, she still has issues with booties. Yet somehow she still manages to get some fun in while outside. Caught a bit of her snow vibe here:

      Here’s hoping it warms up for you soon. I’m guessing cold winters aren’t as familiar to you as they are to us around these parts. Meanwhile, here’s to loading up on cocoa:)

        1. Thanks, Jan. She’s actually a bit of a snow bunny on the warmer days, but that pic set was taken on a cold day after a blizzard. She started out really happy to be there and then decided super fast it was time to go back inside to her comfy, warm bed. I think her expression is kind of a “You gotta be kidding me with this cold” look, lol. Although part of it is probably a wind-induced squint, which I’m sure I was wearing, too:)

      1. Yeh, my Pixie wanted her walk but only made it two houses up the road before heading back home.

  6. Working on cleaner air to breath and enough light to see. The hall light quit our first week here and showers or any kind of cooking causes water to run down the windows because the exhaust fans in the kitchen and bath are way more sound than fury.
    I finally found a tradesman that would show up! He volunteered that he’d be willing to show me how to do stuff as he went along, even better. We have all these little things that aren’t worth an electrician’s time but that I’m disinclined to learn how to do off of youtube, electricity kind of scares me.
    We discussed and shopped. I now own new exhaust fans and double outlet plates. One plug per room is not going to work for people in the internet age. I doubt it was enough even in the eighties when this place was built.
    He has rescheduled his return to install visit twice so far… But he left tools here so I remain hopeful!
    Australian bees don’t have stings. Astonishing when you consider that in almost all other cases the Australian version of scary animal is way worse than on other continents, poisonous octopi, snakes that will chase a human, plants that will cause horrible itching for six _months_
    The European Honey bee has been transplanted so you can’t rely on that no sting thing but if bees do kill you in Oz they won’t be native.

    1. I guess that’s the exception that proves the rule that I believe about Australia, that everything in the world that could kill me lives there. It may live elsewhere as well.

  7. I’m having to restrain myself – too much editing is making it hard to get to sleep. I’m still updating my gardening research and transferring it to Scrivener. It’s nearly 90,000 words, so is taking a while, but the end is in sight. And I’m brainstorming my gardening plans for the year as I go. I’ve done the odd bit of gardening, but have stopped until it warms up a bit – don’t want to leave plants vulnerable.

    A couple of hours after deciding not to ask Penguin for freelance work last week, they emailed offering a short job. It looked interesting, and so I’m also juggling that.

  8. I went to work. Woe, woe is me, on Wednesday I had to return to work. Alack alas, despite constant entreaties, they gave me a grade 3 as they had planned, I’d taught half of the children in grade 1 and 2. So there’s no new beginning of the school year for them, faced with the same Ms Trunchbull they had already. Optimism destroyed. Why try to impress the one who knows them already?

    I’ve been carrying my CV with me everywhere to sit on spare moments and edit and make more marketable. I did this for three others people. Of the two who used them, they both got new jobs. I should be able to do it for myself. Just the emotional fatigue of the day means I don’t have spoons for it, even if I have time. Sigh.

    This is what I’ve been battling for the last 5 years, now in its sixth. Is there any wonder that I got so sick last year that I ended up with a staph infection. I was so bad that I couldn’t even come here to read Argh let alone post, even though many of you are valued supports in my life. You’re always ready with a vibe delivery or asvice (it’s an Argh thing) when I need it.

    So thank you Argh Nation for being worth reading the comments. You all truly help heal my broken heart.

    1. Sending hugs and love and kittie-cuddles and healing vibes and glue. Pocket-sized everything, if you need to bring t with you.

    2. Sounds very tough Sure Thing, but hopefully it will settle down soon.

      Having some of them know you might be a help in the end. Though as a kid I always wanted the excitement of a new teacher (even if in the end I regretted it!)

    3. I don’t want to sound scary, especially since I came into this late and don’t know the whole story, but a teacher friend, who felt problems similar to what yours sound like, ended up on disability early retirement and moved away to make a complete break with her former life. I suspect a job change or some other major effort may be what is needed, however hard it is to get started. (I could be wrong; I’m speaking from little evidence and only speaking at all because of my former friend’s history.)

      1. Patrick, you’re not wrong. I have typed and printed the resignation letter, save for the date and the signature. The minute I get a chance I’m going to burn this bridge and use the flames to light my new path.

        Thank you Arghers, all.

  9. Today I will write “The End” on my work-in-progress. I started it in October and I almost hit the 75,000 word mark, so I’m pretty thrilled at how quickly it came together. Now I force myself to leave it alone for a least a week so I can get to the second draft with fresh eyes.

    I have been crocheting as well. I buy yarn at the thrift store but this last batch I am disappointed in. It’s a lovely colour but far too stiff and scratchy for a baby blanket (which is about all I have enough for). I’ll be frogging what I have and thinking of alternate projects. Maybe a small basket….

  10. I packed up three boxes of books I will not read again, for the “books to sell” basement bin. I kept thinking I would read them, but it has not happened, so they are going away.

    I swept snow many times, as it kept coming down, despite not being in the forecast. At least it was the dryer version, and did not require shoveling. I refilled the large humidifier, sometimes several times a day. The air is very dry and static-y, and the house humidity has barely gotten above 35% for days.

    I saw the eye doctor and convinced her to change my prescription so that it works with the monovision implants. The original prescription was made so I would read with both eyes. That is not how monovision works. Now, I will be able to read, and also see the TV or out the windows with my glasses, assuming the weather improves enough for a trip to the eyeglasses place.

    I looked for ebooks on sale and read several, as well. I joined Bookbub, and am having to refine the choices. The bargains they send are by unfamiliar authors, and in genres that I thought I had rejected. It’s not as helpful as I expected.

  11. I am working on not working quite so hard! I have been in post for 15 years and get to retire in November, but for at least the last 8-9 years we have been understaffed. So as part of my pre-retirement I am slowing down and taking time back, and not overworking. Thing is I am so used to it that it is quite hard work, to not work so hard!!

    After work, as I am not very mobile just now, I am mostly reading, and working on my extensive reading list for the library, and my TBR pile.

    Not sure I like the bees – bit of a phobia for me, wasps too. They look pretty vicious those ones Jenny are you wanting to scare people?

  12. I had plans to work on my synopsis this morning. I made progress yesterday and wanted to keep going. Instead, I texted my plumber at 7:45 when I realized that he’d accidentally caused a small leak under the kitchen sink when he did some work recently. He came right away and fixed it, but that pretty much ate my productivity for this morning, and now I have two appointments for the rest of the day.

    But theoretically, I’m working on the synopsis, revisions for the new novel as soon as I get the notes back from my agents, revisions for the upcoming Llewellyn book as soon as I finish that, and plotting and planning a proposal for a new tarot deck with illustrator Elisabeth Alba.

    Plus, you know, I get to put all that stuff back under the sink. Luckily, I reorganized it when I had to pull it out last week, so it is much easier to manage now.

    1. Deborah Blake: do you still do Tarot readings? If so, I’d love to arrange one on zoom (if that works for you). ewl

    2. Actually, I should have asked if such personal requests are allowed on this blog. I don’t know the protocol. Apologies in advance if necessary.

      1. Pretty much anything is allowed on here except for personal attacks and trying to sell somebody something. You’re trying to buy, so no worries.
        Really, the only thing I watch for is anything that will stress the community.

  13. For my book club, I finished up and prepared to discuss the monthly book (The John Varley Reader). It was a short-fiction collection and I liked some stories better than others, sometimes skimming and sometimes bailing out of individual stories. Disappointing, because I remember liking Varley more, and because the collection lacked some of his short fiction that I most enjoyed. The meeting was low-attendance, partly because of a last-minute cat emergency for one couple. An interesting discussion though, and one convincing me to sometime reread some of the stories more slowly and carefully, since I had missed some things. On the basis of this and earlier times, I don’t think anthologies or collections work well for book clubs. Discussion is too diffuse. I’ve already read next month’s selection, which I liked better (and which others already recommended here on Good Book Thursday).

    Made more ground-turkey chili. I really enjoyed it the first day, less so the second (good but not great), which is unusual, since the flavor tends to marry over time. Possibly a hunger-is-the-best-sauce thing here.

    The heating is holding up pretty well to the cold weather, fortunately. (Knock wood.) I’m letting the outside temperature warm up until afternoon, when I plan on venturing out for groceries and other errands, assuming I can dig out and de-ice my car without major problems. Nothing absolutely has to be done today, but my menu choices are contracting if I don’t resupply soon.

    1. I was running late, so I settled for clearing the snow off my car without going anywhere. From what I saw once outside, I would have had an icy time getting grocery bags from the car and up the porch steps to my condo building anyhow. Forecast for tomorrow has improved somewhat. I hope everyone else doesn’t simultaneously take the opportunity to restock before the next snow. Sometimes supermarket lines get crazy long around here. As I said, I’m not out of food, just losing variety. I suppose that at worst I can run my other errands, then take a look at the supermarket line and postpone if the wait looks absurd.

      1. I was going to try to grocery shop yesterday but ended up just clearing off the car. Today the roads were good but it was colder.

  14. Despite having a cast on my right arm (I broke my wrist last week in case I haven’t mentioned it) I was able to clear my driveway of about 3 inches of snow. Fortunately, it was the light, dry, fluffy kind so I was able to do it one handed. Today I am going to get a follow up X-ray to see how it’s healing. Just as I was typing this, the orthopedists office called and asked me if I could reschedule my appt for Monday instead of today.

    1. I realized after I had hit enter that yes, I did mention my wrist last week; sorry for the redundancy. However, clearing the driveway one handed was a new experience!

  15. I agree that Jenny’s version of the bee is much more menacing. The first one, in spite of the skull head, is…cute. Bees are fascinating and essential and sometimes dangerous, but they are not cute.

    I am working on staying warm, which since I have electricity in spite of all the high wind advisories this week, is going well.

    1. I think bees are cute. Maybe British ones are different. I get lovely furry bumble bees and quiet, polite solitary bees, plus the occasional busy honey bee in my gardens.

      1. They don’t seem cute to me, no matter how fuzzy they are. Horses aren’t cute, either (although foals are.)

  16. I ordered some crafting materials yesterday, including the grout I needed. They only had small packages of the colour I was aiming for, and I only bought one and yes of course it turns out it’s not enough. So the damn egg is now half-fitted and I need to order more of the stuff, which is gonna be expensive as heck because either I have to pay shipping, or I will have to come up with more materials I need up to €45 to avoid the shipping-costs. Technically the latter isn’t a problem as such because I can probably come up with stuff, BUT then I’d be buying materials I don’t have a plan for yet and I try to avoid that. Argh.
    MIL got me to sign up for tryout practice with a choir a few weeks back. First lesson should’ve been yesterday, but thanks-NOT-thanks to icy roads, she didn’t dare drive me. Feeling quite anxious about this whole thing, but will give it a fair chance and good go – I promised myself not to shy away from scary anymore. Gotta keep that promise. I’ll be Granny Weatherwax and go bash the scary with a broom instead of stand on a stool and scream helplessly.
    I did my homework today and practiced the songs so I’ll be prepared next week. Ended up in weep-heap from one of the songs because so annoyingly emotional right now. Argh. Then moved on to sing other stuff since I was alone at home anyway. Got some “good” crying in, hope that’ll relieve me of some of the secret pockets of sad. Triple was shouting at me while I sang. Not sure if it means she hates it when I sing, or wants to sing along, or is asking: “Muuum, what’s going ooon???” How can I figure it out? If she hated it, wouldn’t she just…go downstairs?
    Wondering if fake it ’til you make it works on being upbeat and cheerful? Would that make the secret sads bugger off, you think? Faking isn’t in my nature, which might be a problem, but I am so so so tired of this. Don’t want to break down in tears from videogames and movies and books and songs and literally anything that touches on emotions. BLEH. BLEH! Need more Granny Weatherwaxiness.

    1. I’m sure Triple was singing along with you – she obviously thought making noise was required. Hope the vocalising and good crying helps. I used to sing in choirs and play in orchestras at school, and found making music with other people good fun. Hope it works for you,

      1. If nothing else it gets you into a bunch of people with common interests and increases the amount of oxygen in your bloodstream. My former voice teacher nagged me mercilessly to join a choir, ANY CHOIR, when I got out of the psych ward. You’ve (Shass) already found a group to sing with and I think the necessity of paying attention to the director will make it harder for the involuntary tears to start.

        I met the above referenced voice teacher in a pretty awful volunteer choir and he not only later became my teacher and a very beloved friend, but also introduced me to many other beloved people.

        1. I hope it will work out. It’s a HUGE choir, and I don’t like big groups of people much. Hopefully they’re all great people. The conductor is named Lucas, and I’ve always loved that name, so I pin my hopes on him having a nice name being equal to him being a lovely person. Please be a lovely person, Lucas.
          Are you still singing in your choir, Aunt Snack?

          1. When I went back to school at the University of Minnesota, the choir had a night rehearsal once a week that was extremely inconvenient for me to get home from by bus. I ended up carpooling with another woman who lived twice as far away from campus as I did and wasn’t enrolled in any other courses. I was feeling very isolated because not only did I not know anyone in this very large chorus, but they put me in the second soprano section instead of the first altos where I had always previously sung. It was very challenging because although I may have had the tone of a soprano, I didn’t have the range. Pieces where the section didn’t divide were not fun. And I wasn’t thrilled with the director’s approach. But we were working on something big that had a lot of waiting time while the other sections learned their parts. I started talking with the woman sitting next to me and she offered to give me a ride home after rehearsal. She was married, probably 10 years older than me and lived in the suburbs. But we had some great chats on the way home and, although I never saw her outside of choir, I came to think of her as a close acquaintance.
            Big choirs can be daunting, but they do allow you to perform types of music that smaller groups can’t give you access to. And for me that choir was the thing that started me singing again after not doing any thing musically after I moved to Minneapolis.

            I am no longer in that choir because I dropped out of college (again) and eventually moved out of Minneapolis. But it helped me remember that I enjoyed singing which eventually led me to another choir (I joined that one to keep a friend company) where I met Nick, the guy who later became my teacher and close friend.
            My sister sings in the volunteer choir every year at her synagogue over the holidays because it is the only regular opportunity she has to use her voice and share the experience with others. They sing the same lousy arrangements every year, but she still finds pleasure in the action and the company. This choir may not be the answer to all your hopes, but it may be the start of a process that gets you closer.

      2. Triple has started going into the kitchen and sit there and shout at nothing for no reason we’ve been able to figure out. We’ve started to wonder if she likes the sound in there, that it echos a little bit. Maybe she just likes to hear her own voice?
        Making music with other people is a lot of fun with the right people. I so hope these are the right people.

    2. I’m not sure if fake it til you make it works for sadness, but I know singing your heart out does. It might take a while and it might not be obvious but it will help in time. Granny would approve.

      1. I wonder if Granny ever sang in her life. I hope she did, secretly when nobody could hear. I love Granny, she deserved more joy, happiness and appreciation than she got. <3

        1. My Grandmother used to sing whilst vacuuming so no one could here her (We’ll Gather Lilacs was her usual). Only problem was she was deaf so she couldn’t hear herself murder it!

  17. I like the killer bee.

    I’ve been working on foundational yardkeeping for 2024. The intention is to avoid buying anything new and simply let the natives do their thing, but I cannot swear to it; a moment may come when I require some annual flowers. We shall see.

    Back in the writing zone, having knocked off a short story over the weekend. Still juggling options for the Next Project, which I would like to be a novel, and I have one started. Will pick that up and see if it takes off or if I malinger & procrastinate (in which case I’ll pick up something else).

    Stay warm, everybody!

  18. Have settled in to normal work again and and am just plodding away, apart from a deadline on Monday. I am aiming to go steady and slow (which will be hard as I am a deadline junkie).

    In my own work, I was very pleased to find that something I wrote last week in a different genre than I usually write, and which was really slow and I struggled just to actually force myself to write words, and which I thought was awful, was actually surprisingly good when i reread it a week later. I hadn’t read over it first time round, I don’t tend to.

    I had written that piece as I was a bit stuck on my usual writing, but i got over that the next night and am back into it again. I try and write 20 mins most evenings, if I aimed for longer I would find excuses to avoid it.

  19. I’m dividing my attentions between trying to ready the investment/eventual retirement condo we bought for renting out (and worrying about interest rates at the same time since we plan to do a variable rate), worrying about my dog’s stomach which is somehow producing bloody ….effluent shall we say, and worrying about several challenging client/sales right now. So it’s not Working Wednesday; it’s Worrying Wednesday. Am repeating to myself my favourite line from The Untethered Soul: “Your thoughts have no impact on the world around you.” Which always sobers me, and makes me laugh at the same time.

    1. I am so sorry for your worry. I hope Pixie(?) feels better soon.

      And I am sure that you have done your research and things may be different in Canada, but why a variable rate? Ours have been fluxuating wildly the last few years and I am having anxiety thinking about it. Don’t answer if it is too personal. Just curious from a professional standpoint.

      1. It’s the other dog – Sparkle. And things got rapidly worse, and she is shaking, so my husband has just taken her to the vet’s.

        A variable rate, over the lifecycle of a mortgage, always saves you money, as the research shows. It just takes nerves of steel during those times – like the last two years – when rates go up. So you can’t go into one at your budget limit.

        1. I’m so sorry. I hope that Sparkle improves quickly.

          I hadn’t heard that about the variable rate. Interesting.

  20. Welp, I got bad news today. New psychiatrist literally REFUSES TO DIAGNOSE ME, absolutely won’t do it, says I will get no diagnosis other than “get a new job.” Said (very grudgingly) he’ll fill out the work paperwork or something akin to it, but hoooo boy, did that not go well.

      1. He thinks I’m not disabled, I just need a new job.
        He wrote a letter I have submitted to Disability Services, but I’m not sure if they’ll accept THAT either.

    1. How can he just refuse? On what basis? What an absolute forknut regardless of the why! Sending hugs in spades!

      1. Evalulators: “It’s not MY job to decide, that’s for the psychiatrist.”
        Psychiatrist: “It’s not MY job to decide, that’s for the evaluators.”

        Literally this was said.

        1. More to the point, can you switch out of your HMO to a less managed option? They do seem to add an extra layer of runaround.

  21. We are having a fairly productive day. We put up a bunch of pictures, including a gallery wall of sorts in the living room. I need frames for 2 of the prints I want up but, overall, I’m happy with how it looks. And it got a lot of stuff off the spare beds we are going to need for actual people to actually sleep in at the end of the month.

    Yesterday we had a meeting with our financial planner guy. It looks like retirement is still a few years off for Paul and that depressed him a little. Okay, a lot. I keep trying to tell him that “enjoying life” doesn’t start in retirement, that you have to enjoy it every day, but he’s so down about the people at work that he has a hard time with it some days.

    My crazy co-worker (J) is providing more entertainment. She couldn’t work on Monday because she was too sick and then she texted the other co-worker (S) and said that since she was sick and couldn’t work (and didn’t get paid), would S give up one of her shifts so J could work it. Not could they swap shifts and S work Monday and J work for her later on, just plain give up a shift for her. That particular text didn’t even get a response. That took a lot of nerve, I’ll give her that.

    We are currently switching dog food for 2/3 dogs. There’s no reason for all of them to be eating $90/bag food when only one of them needs it, especially now that I have them eating out of separate bowls consistently. They are going to a lower prices but still good quality food. Of course they now think I am trying to kill them.

    1. Yeah your co-worker is going to cause problems later, log this stuff date and time it just in case, then if you need to prove how she is detrimental to your work environment later you have a list, also make sure you communicate with your other co-workers, she probably bothers them too in different ways. I don’t know how your shifts are assigned, but try and make sure she doesn’t have an opportunity to mess with it.

  22. I have a project I don’t want to do… myself. To do it, I would have to sit or kneel on the floor to drill a hole through the bottom of the outside door to install a bulkhead fitting. I have problems kneeling and getting up after sitting on the floor.

    I’m hoping to turn it over either to eldest grandson or dotter’s SigOther.

    1. I hope your grandson can do the drilling and installing for you, or your dotter’s Sig other.
      After many decades of getting up from floor level easily, coming up on the beginning of the seventh decade means changing levels is much trickier-eek! I need to increase my network of younger friends. Taf

  23. Postponed Tuesday grocery shopping due to road conditions. Cleaned the bathroom instead. Did the grocery shopping today and am now back on schedule.
    I also went to an election board meeting. It was interesting sitting in the public section. I’ll know Tuesday night whether or not I’ll be reappointed.

  24. I’ve just put together the bits I need for the Back to School window display at work, and I’m trying to chase up someone to repair a chandelier for me. It’s proving surprisingly difficult.

    I’m doing a bit better today than I was on the weekend, mostly because I’ve managed to knock a couple of things off my to-do list, and I’m not feeling like I’ve been doing a whole lot of running around for very little outcome.

    I went to see a romcom movie last night, and enjoyed just chilling for a while. And tonight DH and I are celebrating our 27th wedding anniversary. It’s funny – it feels both like it hasn’t been that long, and like it’s hard to remember a time when we weren’t together.

    1. Happy anniversary! That is the perfect way to be feeling about each other. May you have another 27 years of joy together.

  25. Harking back to your previous post on what to include in your newsletter, the opening comments of today’s post: ‘We’re still working on Very Nice Funerals, although it’s coming together nicely. We’re also looking at the last cover in the Rocky Start series. I think it needs to be more evil, so I changed the bee to be nastier…’ is exactly what I want to read. I am always so excited when you share updates on your works in progress. I can’t wait for your next publication (already preordered) to drop into my kindle library.

  26. I’m actually dreading going back to work tomorrow, which I wasn’t when I tried to go back last week. It’s partly because being sick makes me a bit pathetic, but mostly because while I was on leave (annual then sick) the training requirements for the areas I teach have changed. And I’m supposed to start training someone tomorrow. In a classroom. With no idea what I’m doing. Fun times.

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