Dear Family and friends,
Every year when the time to write my Christmas letter rolls around, I look through all of my pictures to jog my memory about what has happened during the year. It’s not a very time-efficient way of doing things, because I always end up looking at the pictures and reminiscing for way too long. This year, though, I don’t seem to have taken very many pictures, so I hope I remember all the significant events. Continue reading ‘Christmas letter’
Arg — this week dragged itself through the muckiest part of the River Styx just so it could cling around my neck with its gripping, crushing, slimy tentacles.
OK, now I’m done with the metaphysical conceit part of this post.
My boss, Margaret, was racking up the vacation hours again, so she and her husband took a nice little winter jaunt to Florida. That’s terrific for her, not so fun for me, because when she’s gone, I have to do both her job and mine. And she often works ten hours a day just doing her job.
I started Monday with a minor nut-out about a year-end project that nobody seemed to know how to handle, and that kind of set the tone for the rest of the week. Actually, I think it made everyone feel sorry for me and want to treat me very nicely, because the rest of the week went fairly well. We had some really good stories in the section, and even one on A1. And I’m going to get a fat check next week because it’ll have all of my overtime hours on it.
So, to treat myself after getting through the week with my sanity (nearly) intact, I’m planning on going snowboarding tomorrow at Mount Baker — that is, if I can drag myself out of bed.
A couple of years ago, I made a Santa hat to go on the Fremont troll so I could take pictures for my Christmas cards. It’s been in a plastic bag in the closet ever since, so I thought I’d dress up Mr. Troll again this year and just leave the hat for others to enjoy. So my friend Todd, Meg and I took a little jaunt to the troll to doll him up for the holidays. After we got the hat situated and took photos to have evidence of our deed, we went to a nearby bakery to get some muffins and hot chocolate. We went back to the troll with our baked goods and beverages and sat across the street to watch people react. It seemed like a hit with folks, so I hope it stays awhile and some bum doesn’t decide to use it as a sleeping bag.
Update: The troll’s hat was gone Monday morning. I’m disappointed in Seattle.
My friend Todd and I went to Portland yesterday to see Cake in concert. We drove through heavy rain the whole way down, and we were a little concerned when water was lapping onto the road on the way down, but there was no way we were going to miss that show, so we kept driving.
It was still pouring rain when we got to Portland, so we hung out at Powell’s awhile before the show. Right before the concert, I looked at my cell phone and saw that I had a text message saying I-5 between Portland and Seattle had been closed because of flooding. Continue reading ‘Stuck in Portland’
Here goes my attempt at blogging. In the next few weeks, I plan on overhauling my site to give it a new look. I guess I’m just tired of being a spinster, even though my status hasn’t changed. If you’re looking for my old site, you can find it here.
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