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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, April 15, 2010

Je suis en vacances.

I do not know if our French cousins have a word for “staycation”, but that is what I am doing.

I was fifteen minutes late to work yesterday, mostly because of traffic, and I left an hour early to come home and prepare for the memorial service. So I took an hour and a quarter of PT, and then there was the staff meeting which lasted another 2.5 hours; not a lot accomplished yesterday, but all of the most important stuff on my desk.

I very nearly went to lunch with my attorney to celebrate my birthday, but since I had consumed an entire 20-oz Cherry Coke in the course of the meeting, I was not exactly hungry, and he had a deposition beginning around the time I prefer to take my lunch. We are doing that next week, and I offered to let him combine it with the Admin Professional lunch, so he will be off the hook for that, and I can relieve switchboard while the office manager takes the rest of the admin team out. Everybody wins.

I actually got a few things done, and I remembered to set my out of office assistant and my voicemail, and I helped the scanning operator deal with the day’s mail. I don’t know why we get bombarded with mail on the days we have our monthly meeting, but it seems to be the rule rather than the exception.

By the time I got home from work a little after 5:00, my body was screaming for sleep. I had snagged (and warmed) the last of the kolaches from our meeting, for an early dinner on the drive home, and polished off my orange juice as well.

In knitting news, I have the ribbing done on the experimental doll hassock, and all the increase stitches, and a round or three of plain knitting. We are talking 240 stitches on 00 needles. To put that in perspective for you muggles, a typical sock will have from 48 to 72 stitches per round, so we are talking 3+ socks’ worth of stitches [roughly 2.5 hats’ worth of stitches on a human scale, with fatter yarn and needles].

It is interesting to see how that affects the depth of the color shifts for which Noro is so famous. I am stopping every few rounds to count stitches and make sure that I have not dropped one somewhere. Ordinarily, if I have to frog an inch on a sock, that is no big deal to me: maybe 10 rounds x 64 stitches = half an hour’s work to get back to where I was. But at 240 stitches and (I’m guessing, because there is not enough fabric knitted yet to measure it accurately) 15 rounds, well you do the math!

The memorial service for young Eric was lovely and calming and comforting. The entire chapel at the stake center was full, and maybe half of the overflow into the cultural hall (gym). 2BDH was there, and I followed him home to their house later, after having the second half of my temple recommend interview with a member of the stake presidency, who also answered a number of questions I had about the process and paperwork I will need to follow, should I choose at some future time to cancel my sealing to the children’s father and be sealed to somebody else.

I had been under the impression that a sealing cancellation sortof leaves the children floating in ecclesiastical space, but he reassured me on that matter. They cannot ever be sealed to other people than their father and I, because they were born in the covenant of eternal marriage. So they will never have to make the choice to be sealed to their father, or sealed to me and a future spouse. They are just, sealed. Period. End of discussion. And it is up to them whether they choose to live worthy of that sealing.

As I mentioned, the turnout for the memorial service was huge, and Eric’s bishop asked everybody to take a look around and notice all the people whose lives he had touched: fellow members of the swim team, orchestra students, church friends from all over, people he knew from school, their parents. And he encouraged everyone to remember that, and to endeavor to leave a similar impression upon the world. So it was good to come home from Secondborn’s and find this quotation from a latter-day prophet on my friend Kristen’s blog.

The laundromat will be open in about another hour. I am not in the mood to tackle all of Mount Washmore (I am, after all on vacation), but I will do a load of whites, and by the time I get home, NintendoMan may be up and about. I’ve joked before that it is as if he and I lived in different time zones, because he is an entertainer while I have a day job.

It will be interesting to spend time together in the middle of the day, when most people are at work, and neither of us is fighting sleep.

Time to figure out what I want for breakfast. I am hoping for L&L Hawaiian Barbecue for lunch.


Jenni said...

Enjoy your time off and I hope you get a great lunch.

Kristen said...

Sounds like someone is getting closer all the time to changing her profile again...