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Ten years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Retired, and mostly enjoying it. Still knitting. [Zen]tangling.again after a brief hiatus.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Progress, on several fronts

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...

6 comments:

Jenni said...

Sometimes you make me hungary when you write about food. It also makes me want to experiment and try more new things.

Bonnie said...

I think the socks look more like an inverted bikini top, but you can stick with the sunglasses theory if it makes you more comfortable. You never make me Hungary when you write about food. Sometimes you make me France or Italy though...

Lynn said...

Yeah, you can say that safely *now*, but fifteen years ago that wisecrack would have gotten you handed your head, and not by me! [Is it Chile in here?]

Tola said...

no not chilly at all. in fact, my inner child seems to be playing with matches. FWIW i thought it looked like a filled bikini top too, but didnt want to be the first to say it!

Anonymous said...

They beat me to it. Okay, as for your question, send my chocolate torte. That'd do it, they'd come. The recipe's at
http://spindyeknit.com/2008/07/torte-reform/

Rory said...

I love you Mom! I hope your day goes very smoothly, and I'm very VERY much looking forward to our playdate. X3 I made a shirt for Ichigo that I want you to examine. I think it's a great example of how far I've come in sewing.