While at the Contact conference, my 2nd Kindle died. The trouble with a dead Kindle is it leaves you with nothing to read, because you counted on having your Kindle library available. And having just slogged through Of Human Bondage (and it is, indeed a slog), I was up for some much lighter reading. But,…
I know I’ve been eluding to a conference for which I am running registration. (I hope you notice that I did not end with the preposition – I’m classy that way.) Anyhow, the conference is called “Contact / Cultures of the Imagination,” and my husband and I have been attending since (I think) 1997 or…
I did not blog yesterday. A thousand pardons. I was busy. Fucking busy. Worked a full day (with the usual clamor for my expertise and the usual last minute panic as it dawns on the attorneys that I will not be in on Friday – oh the horror), drove through rush hour traffic, realized I…
Actually, I do know better. What do I know better, you may well ask. I know better than to put off doing what I know has to get done unless I want my life to be a living hell tomorrow. In this case, getting everything ready for the conference I am running registration for starting…
Why do men always know the population of everyplace? Or, if they don’t know, they want to know? I have never cared about the population of anywhere, and even when I look up a population, I immediately forget it. I care if there are too many people living in too small of a space. That’s…
Why is it every time I have no time, whatever I’m doing turns into total cluster-fuckery? I run registration for a small conference (Contact: Cultures of the Imagination – check it out, it’s very cool); and every time I end up banging my head against the wall. All I wanted to do was get the…
OMG. It’s Sunday evening. That means in less than 12 hours, I’ll be back in the office. Shit. After working from home for a couple of years, and then going to part time, I have no idea how I did this week in and week out. I also don’t know how I’m going to survive…
I loved my mother, and I still miss her years after her passing. That does not, however, mean that my mom was perfect. My mom was a person. A real person, with virtues and flaws. One thing. My mom was not a good cook. In fact, she was mostly a lousy cook. She did excel…
I am very proud of how quickly I have picked up the ukulele. I have learned a lot in just five months. However, today, one of my co-workers brought his guitar into the office. Wow. Just wow. Okay. He’s been playing for 30 years, but oh the beautiful pure sound! I don’t suppose you can…
A few months ago, the fan in my bathroom stopped working. This is a problem. Fans in bathrooms are important. Without a fan, your bathroom mirrors will stay fogged up. Your towels stay damp. And bathroom smells don’t go away. Not only is the cat box in my bathroom, but despite my assertions to the…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 