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Moving along, in fits and starts...
Jan. 20th, 2011 07:58 pmFolks keep promising to send work, which doesn't arrive. Fortunately, other things spring up to occupy me.
Galina and I made a run to the dump today, which first required a quick fix of the garage door, which had very nearly fallen apart before I was able to close it about ten days ago. On the way back from town, we had lunch at Ramone's and then went food shopping.
I happened upon a largish envelope of my later mother's papers and, among other items, ran across my 7th grade report card, which confirms my recollection of being a solid B/B- student in the so-called "special placement" track. I also ran across a 1989 letter that I had written to my "Aunt" Catherine (the quotes because she was not actually related to me, but my mother's best friend from college), which she found so entertaining—and bereft of any sort of confidential relevations—that she forwarded it to my mom with a note that ended with the observation: "He is talented."
It's way too late to protest the forwarding of my letter, and probably wouldn't have done so had I been made aware of it at the time (I really don't recall ever having engaged—except in what might be called "love letters"—in the kind of language that couldn't be published on tomorrow's front page without embarrassment). Still, the last sentence was touching.
Yesterday may have been the "hump-day" in the standing-at-the-desk routine. My legs still hurt after a while, but not as much as they did yesterday. I've work to start the morning with tomorrow, and so will have another data point at the end of the day.
Galina and I made a run to the dump today, which first required a quick fix of the garage door, which had very nearly fallen apart before I was able to close it about ten days ago. On the way back from town, we had lunch at Ramone's and then went food shopping.
I happened upon a largish envelope of my later mother's papers and, among other items, ran across my 7th grade report card, which confirms my recollection of being a solid B/B- student in the so-called "special placement" track. I also ran across a 1989 letter that I had written to my "Aunt" Catherine (the quotes because she was not actually related to me, but my mother's best friend from college), which she found so entertaining—and bereft of any sort of confidential relevations—that she forwarded it to my mom with a note that ended with the observation: "He is talented."
It's way too late to protest the forwarding of my letter, and probably wouldn't have done so had I been made aware of it at the time (I really don't recall ever having engaged—except in what might be called "love letters"—in the kind of language that couldn't be published on tomorrow's front page without embarrassment). Still, the last sentence was touching.
Yesterday may have been the "hump-day" in the standing-at-the-desk routine. My legs still hurt after a while, but not as much as they did yesterday. I've work to start the morning with tomorrow, and so will have another data point at the end of the day.
