The attorneys are all off at their retreat. Mice are playing. Specifically, we are planning a belated Bosses’ Day celebration for a couple of weeks from now. Because of my irreverent creative writing skills, the others asked me to design this year’s invitation. I pulled a free legal form from the internet and used it as the basis for a subpoena. We have summoned [!] the attorneys to breakfast, week after next, which was the first time that most of them had free.
I found my book of remembrance [genealogical records]. I knew it was in a box in my studio. I just didn’t know which one. And I confirmed the information I had entered by memory into the program which formats it for submission for temple ordinances. Check. And I went to print off the form I needed in order to do the proxy work for my beloved aunt at our ward temple night tomorrow, and it has already been reserved. The daughter-in-law of her daughter-in-law had emailed me a few weeks ago, asking for information and permission. I told her I would like to do the work myself, but this morning I just shot her another email and told her to go ahead and do it, with my blessing. I’ll find another name to do or help one of my ward members with one of theirs.
Much, much knitterly progress yesterday! Our monthly staff meeting stretched to two and a half hours [most unusual], and I had my knitting in there with me. So now I have six repeats left on Secondborn’s scarf. Which means that I need to take the yarn and pattern for Eleanora with me when I hop on the train in an hour. Or a book. But if I were a betting woman, which I am not, I would bet on more knitting.
Got my visiting teaching report entered into the system at church last night. Also got the gate code for the security gate around our building, though I tailgated a member of the bishopric when he opened it last night.
Nice visit with Trainman last night. He is thinking of asking one of the women he knows out for coffee or a drink. I told him, “Baby steps, Trainman, baby steps”. And countered with the fact that the Silver Fox was back in Sunday School last Sunday and I still don’t have a name for him. Trainman is spending Saturday night drinking with his buddies [oye!], something he does about twice a year. I told him that I was going to the dance, and we would compare notes next Monday about which of us had the better time. [Based on the last few dances I went to, the odds are not in my favor, but Brother Sushi will be the DJ-du-soir so at least the music will be stellar. Even if most of the men are not.]
I suspect that I at least will remember if I had a good time, or not. Visiting with my friends and exchanging hugs will almost guarantee that I have a good time. I haven’t seen most of that bunch since before the move in June, what with unpacking boxes, gas prices, and this rebellious foot of mine. And who knows? Maybe Brother Right will be there, and I will dance the night away.
Yes, of course I will be taking my knitting. You had to ask?
I picked up a gallon of milk after my church work last night, and an allegedy healthy frozen dinner. It was OK, but just barely. It would probably have been better had I baked it rather than nuked it, but at that point I was ready to gnaw the leg off a chair. I finished the lemon squares.
My most recent match from the Churchboy Dating Service was a man I had a very brief crush on eight years ago, one of the four guys I asked out during that Leap Year who turned me down. Kindly, in his case, and we are still friends. I know him a lot better now, and I just snorted when I saw his profile in my inbox.
Looks like any chaste snuggling that will take place this fall, will be with my grandson. And I am just fine with that!
- 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!