By which I do not mean orderly stuff, because hello? this is me we are talking about, and on good days I am a messie-in-remission and on bad days I echo Pigpen in saying that cleanliness may be next to Godliness, but around here it is [frequently] next to impossible.
I am well enough physically to want to spend the weekend puttering. Which is a lovely frame of mind to be in, but I have a leadership training meeting tomorrow morning, and Lorelai needs to get her oil changed, and I popped a nail [last week], and the fridge and pantry have plenty of room for fresh stuff.
I have had two really great days at work, productive, lessons learned, a fair bit of laughter at myself. My attorney and I are starting to have a running joke. I will start with, “In the spirit of being a thinking legal secretary...” and he will either smile or I can hear it in his voice, and then I state Point A and Point B and my conclusions and ask for confirmation, and more often than not I am beginning to be right, plus I have made Rambo grin.
I love it when that happens.
On Wednesday I had transcribed something fairly complicated, and he had assembled exhibits, which he wanted labeled, and then he said, “When you’ve got it assembled, you can show me if you like.” And I said, “Yeah, we’re still learning to trust each other.” And he said, “Oh, I trust you. Just bring it by when you’re done.” And the other secretary and I looked at each other and grinned, and she said, “Yeah, I trust you, but I don’t, yet.” So I put it together, labeled six ways from Sunday, with the judge’s copy tabbed along the side, and he took a quick look and grinned up at me and pronounced it:
Made. My. Day.
Oh, and the beret that I thought was likely to be a disaster? Nearly done, and I appear to have guessed right on the decreases, and I am taking the second ball of Noro Kureyon to work with me, to start one for Blessing. (Because I will have plenty of it leftover for a pair of socks or maybe even gloves, for me.)
Paycheck hasn’t hit my account yet, so it looks as if I will be riding the train this morning. Dinner with Brother Sushi tonight, my nickel. And maybe a new burger place to try, courtesy of my friend Francis. Woohoo!
- 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!