Gooble gooble and a side of foozeball.
Nov. 22nd, 2007 03:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksI'm taking a respite from my respite - I retreated to my room and Kavalier and Clay in an attempt to recover from the usual Turkey Day cooking, but the book's taken a turn for the downer side, and rather than continue with the waterworks (I'm on my menses! I get emotional!) I'm on the webz. Most everything is done, thank goodness. Now we finish up the appetizers, plate, and wait for the people to show up.
Bro and I went shopping for foodstuff last night. I have no idea why we assumed the grocery would be fairly empty because, nope. 11:15PM on Thanksgiving Eve and that joint was straight poppin'. The speakers overhead were playing R&B with the occasional sprinkle of funk, and the both of us kept waiting to see when the Soul Train Dance Line would start up.
Something happened at work that bolstered my spirit like nothing else. And it might sort of be a gag, but I doubt it. Some folks believe I'm competent and/or have leadership qualities. Friggin' boggles the mind. I'm in no rush to go back (tomorrow, then off for four days) but I feel like I should hold that piece of paper in my scrub pocket and pull it out whenever I'm feeling crappy.
My grandmother's brother died Tuesday night. I knew the man, but his passing wasn't an event that affected me. Everyone else seems to be coping (he had had a stroke and was more or less paralyzed and had been heading downhill since). Grandma and mom are heading down to Trinidad with my great-grand on Friday for the funeral, but they haven't told the woman her son is dead yet. I think they said they told her he "took a turn for the worst" which...okay, don't you think she's going to feel like hell when she finds out he actually died a couple of days before you told her? I guess they want to keep the strain off her before the long plane flight, but ::shrug::.
What else? Teach said she'd write a rec for me. I was quite self-effacing in the letter I wrote her, something I realized in retrospect. The beginning of her response was full of praise which (IMHO) she sort of felt obligated to give because it could be construed that I had a low sense of self (moi? ha). I'll try to pop by her office early next week to get this process going.
At this moment (it's post-meal as I type this) I'm thankful for a warm house, a loving (if admittedly odd) family, friends new and old, near and far, a steady income, a personally rewarding and continually challenging career, and the hope that lives in my heart, no matter how much the realist/pessimist wants to stamp it out, that things will be better and can be worked out.
Bro and I went shopping for foodstuff last night. I have no idea why we assumed the grocery would be fairly empty because, nope. 11:15PM on Thanksgiving Eve and that joint was straight poppin'. The speakers overhead were playing R&B with the occasional sprinkle of funk, and the both of us kept waiting to see when the Soul Train Dance Line would start up.
Something happened at work that bolstered my spirit like nothing else. And it might sort of be a gag, but I doubt it. Some folks believe I'm competent and/or have leadership qualities. Friggin' boggles the mind. I'm in no rush to go back (tomorrow, then off for four days) but I feel like I should hold that piece of paper in my scrub pocket and pull it out whenever I'm feeling crappy.
My grandmother's brother died Tuesday night. I knew the man, but his passing wasn't an event that affected me. Everyone else seems to be coping (he had had a stroke and was more or less paralyzed and had been heading downhill since). Grandma and mom are heading down to Trinidad with my great-grand on Friday for the funeral, but they haven't told the woman her son is dead yet. I think they said they told her he "took a turn for the worst" which...okay, don't you think she's going to feel like hell when she finds out he actually died a couple of days before you told her? I guess they want to keep the strain off her before the long plane flight, but ::shrug::.
What else? Teach said she'd write a rec for me. I was quite self-effacing in the letter I wrote her, something I realized in retrospect. The beginning of her response was full of praise which (IMHO) she sort of felt obligated to give because it could be construed that I had a low sense of self (moi? ha). I'll try to pop by her office early next week to get this process going.
At this moment (it's post-meal as I type this) I'm thankful for a warm house, a loving (if admittedly odd) family, friends new and old, near and far, a steady income, a personally rewarding and continually challenging career, and the hope that lives in my heart, no matter how much the realist/pessimist wants to stamp it out, that things will be better and can be worked out.
