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Five 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!

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Now it can be told…

Yesterday I started learning how to schedule an attorney’s docket. I am working with one of my favorite secretaries and will be scheduling depositions and mediations for half of a docket. I will be working with another secretary who is brilliant at following up. This, in combination with the work I am already doing for one attorney, and the transcriptions I’m still responsible for with a third, will roughly equal the present workload of a full-on legal secretary (1.5 dockets). I will do this for approximately 30 days, during which time they will also be interviewing outside candidates for the position.

But if all goes according to plan, I may very well be a legal secretary in a month or so. This has been a long time coming, and I could not have gotten this far without a lot of help from a lot of people. And I am thankful.

In family-drama news, I took an hour of PT yesterday and took LittleBit to bail out her car. Talk about grinding the faces of the poor! $338.40. And the young man who used to share the apartment with Fourthborn and Fiancé finally returned his parking tag. [My personal opinion is that he should reimburse LittleBit, but I think he is still unemployed, so oh well...] She and I had a good visit on the way over to the impound lot. She showed me the receipt for having paid the red-light-camera infraction, and I put $5 in Phineas’ tank so she could get home (they took all but $1.60 of her money).

I am in the wrong business.

Presidency meeting went well last night, except for the part where, toward the end of it, I started coughing again. First just a single dry cough. Then two-by-two, like the ark. And by the time I was home, cough cough hack hack gag gag, mostly from the frustration of it all. I hopped right into the shower and let the water pound on me until I’d used up all of the hot water. And I am almost-fine again this morning.

Discussed this via email with NintendoMan, who suggested conventional remedies, one of which gives me blood clots in my legs, and the other of which might work, or it might make me hallucinate like Robitussin does. But at least it got me thinking, and I think I will run by the Chinese herbal shop on Saturday for some ba nguyen, which I used to take for my allergy to ragweed. Chinese herbs work on a different principle than Western medicine, and for my body, they work. [Or at least ba nguyen does.]

Breakfast this morning has been pigs in blankets, potatoes O’Brien, and two eggs over easy-ish. Dinner last night was a ham-and-cheese quesadilla on the way to presidency meeting, with a plain cheese quesadilla after I got out of the shower. Since I had a shower last night, no need for another one this morning, so all I have to do is fluff my hair and spray it into submission, then figure out what I want to wear. For lunch yesterday I fixed ramen noodles, nuked a bag of Asian vegetables (how do they know they were Asian? vegetables have passports?), and ate half of both with half a dozen of the meatballs I love so well. Today I am taking more meatballs, so all I have to do is warm everything up. And tonight I will probably eat the last of the fiery soup I made last week.

I have been economizing like crazy since last payday, but I don’t feel strained or skint. Especially now that I can breathe. I have had plenty of good food, with good variety, and I feel nourished. As well as very, very prudent and provident.

The sock is ready to be bound off. It was arguing with me yesterday, so I put it in time-out.

In doll news, Fourthborn (who mistakenly ordered a pair of hoochie-mama panties for Blessing) ordered the dolly equivalent of granny-panties for her, and yesterday we exchanged hostages, as it were. I need to walk over to the dresser with the new ones and un-commando her. She looks distinctly unhappy with me, and Celeste is smirking. Blessing is my Marian the Librarian doll; Celeste is right there on the edge of mischief, and if she could talk, I think she would tell me that she’s going to get a tattoo one day while I’m at work. That girl has tramp-stamp written all over her. Faith, bless her, is just a little kid who wants to figure out how to stand on her hooves so she can play hopscotch.

And me? I knew yesterday was likely to be “interesting”, like the Chinese curse, so I wore my purple cashmere cowl over my black T-shirt and under my black leather jacket. And I felt warm, and loved, all day.


Jenni said...

Glad that things went as well as could be expected yesterday. I think helping with gas after she was responsible for her debt is a good thing. That is love and not enabling.

Lynn said...

Sometimes I'm nice, rather than hard-nosed. It keeps y'all off balance.