Yesterday was the first day in maybe a week and a half that I had been able to really focus on the task at hand, particularly at work. With the help of Backup #2, she who is training as a legal secretary in the mornings while I am training in the afternoons, I was able to whittle down my scanning inbox from about two reams’ worth to one attorney’s worth.
Thankfully, we were not hip-deep in mail yesterday. On normal days, we have the 9:00 mail that we go pick up at the post office. And then there is the rest of the mail, which gets brought to our building around 11:00. On Mondays, there is the Saturday mail waiting in our box; if I am lucky, I have that done by the time I get my hands on the 9:00 mail, and if my luck holds, I am through with that before the deluge at 11:00.
We don’t do secretarial training on Mondays, either of us, because of the mail. It is our catch-up day, except when it is our we are drowning more slowly than usual day. So, now it is Tuesday, and I can look forward to training this afternoon because my desk was somewhat under control last night. I am hoping for a middling amount of mail [for those of you who just tuned in, I open all the mail except personal mail, separate it from its envelope, date-stamp it and take out all the staples so that our primary scanning operator can feed her scanner without having to stop and un-jam it because a stapled sheaf of paperwork tried to go through as one page] this morning so that I can polish off the last of yesterday’s scanning. I scan all the fax confirmations, all the conformed copies, and all the attorney notes. We are, in theory, a paperless office. Many of the plaintiff attorney offices are not.
Memo to self. I also need to tidy my desk before going home tonight, because we are having guests tomorrow.
Behold: knitting progress. I think I am beginning to get the hang of two socks on two circs. Though I did manage to knit one half with the wrong needle while chatting with Trainman on the ride home last night. He was wearing a gorgeous red shirt. With an even more gorgeous red tie. We know how I am about red. I was a little distracted.
[Does this look like a pair of Technicolor sunglasses to you?] I am almost halfway up the feet. And they match in size! By the time I have enjoyed two train rides, two breaks at work, one lunch hour, and Home Family and Personal Enrichment meeting at Relief Society tonight, I ought to have easily passed that mark. I don’t think this will ever be my favorite way of knitting socks [but then I didn’t think I would like Magic Loop, either, and I do]. This lovely yarn has been sitting in time-out far too long, and I like the pattern, and I want a pair of finished socks.
I’ve mentioned how small my new ward is. They asked for a show of hands in RS on Sunday, as to who would be at HFPE tonight, and thirteen hands went up. Plus four more in Young Women’s and Primary. Seventeen women out of either 103 or 130 who are on the rolls. How do we strengthen the women who will not be there? My Augean inbox is trivial in comparison.
I came home after work last night and a detour to the grocery store, to nuke a latte cup full of last week’s leek and potato soup. And then I had a few bites of the pear-cinnamon-caramel ice cream that I picked up. I don’t eat a lot of pears, probably because for me they go from rock hard to ready for the compost heap in what seems like the blink of an eye. So while this ice cream is delicious, I also think it is lost on me, because I cannot pick out something as being distinctly pear-ish. It's not like Ben and Jerry’s New York Etc. Etc., where I can recognize each kind of nut as I crunch into it, or the various kinds of chocolate.
Maybe I should shake hands with a few more pears this winter? I think a field trip to Central Market might be in order...
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!