Well, it’s a Saturday afternoon. I finally got up around noon. Alice left for parts unknown shortly after that. The Wallaces are gone for the weekend, so it’s just me, the cats, and the computer. And George Winston. I found a couple of hi CDs in the Wallaces’ collection. I’ve heard bits and pieces of…
“Be sure to check your oil.” My dad was giving me some final words of advice before I left on my trek north. My sister’s boyfriend had told me to do the same thing. I assured them I would. That was more than three weeks back. I remembered to check it (when the engine was…
Do I have a great job or what? I get to play with scissors, stickers, and glue. I get to practice my alphabetical skills. I get to wear jeans to work (yes!). I have a great office chair. I get to listen to… The Goon Show. Every so often as I’m typing up library of…
I answered the phone today. Normally I don’t. At the Myers’, Ken or his wife Kate are there to pick it up. Out in the studio, Ken always gets it or I let the answering machine take a message. It’s more efficient than me jotting something down. At the office in Charlottesville, Jenna, Jeff, Bart,…
Stalin died in agony. I feel pretty bad about that, but there really wasn’t anything I could have done, so at least I don’t have “Oh, man, if only I had…” on my mind. Ken is going to C’ville by himself tomorrow, so I’ll get the office to myself. Woohoo. It was weird because as…