1. First of all, and this one's huge. Lookie here:
If you were able to see past my enormous knuckles and desperate need for hand lotion, you might notice I am wearing something that may very well be my wedding ring. That's right, my friends, I found it! Special thanks to my nephew who stuffed a bunch of books through the gap between the unelevated trundle bed and the regular day bed. As I was digging around down there, retrieving the books, I noticed something shining in the dim, dusty, under-bed zone. Wa.Hoo.
2. One thing I know about volunteering is that you probably end up feeling taken for granted at some point or another. You sign up for one thing and then more and more tasks fall into your lap, and you hate to say no because everyone's a volunteer and there aren't enough hands to go around anyway, and it's such a worthwhile cause.
So it's nice when you get a big bonus of getting to attend a conference for free. I got to go to one on Saturday which conveniently helps me keep up to speed in my occupational (past and probable future) field as well as my parenting one.
3. And, besides that, I felt like I was in my element. I was able to connect with people I had known through my previous workplace (in another state) and with people I have met and associated with in this area. I didn't feel like an outsider in spite of not currently working as a language therapist, and I felt I was able to manage some of that elusive "networking," a term and skill of which I hate the sound and in which I perform miserably (being an introvert, you know). (And you did you notice the extreme finagling I did to tuck in my prepositions?)
4. Wait But Why. Do you know this blog? You should. This blog is fun, and fun is good. (See Instant Gratification Monkey.) And actually quite informative at times. The author posted this video recently, and it worth watching. It's longish (five minutes or so) and has a terrible New Age-y sounding soundtrack, but who knew videos were being taken at the turn of the century? The one before last, that is.
Here's what I was struck by: there seem to have been no traffic rules. No stop signs or lights, no restricted lanes, no crosswalks. Clearly no sense of right-of-way. I'm torn between being really impressed that people were able to calculate time and speed correctly (horse team and wagon may have crossed in front of the trolley at the very last minute, but they made it past without getting hit) and thinking ummm, and this is why those rules were created. Check out the boys playing chicken with the trolley and then hanging onto the back of a car.
5. Samoas. This is my first experience with them, having lived in the land of Caramel DeLites until now. Poor little Girl Scouts didn't even know what I was talking about when I tried to order Caramel DeLites. So far, halfway through the box (in fifteen minutes), I say Samoas are just as good. Don't hate me, but I rank these cookies higher than Thin Mints.
6. I am an official member of the Capital Accord Chorus! After a prolonged (because of weather and travel) audition process in which I performed (with varying degrees of success) the Baritone part in two songs with a quartet made up of three other very accomplished singers, I managed to pass and gain admittance. My family is thrilled that I no longer constantly sing only the harmony of Consider Yourself and Harmonize The World around the house, but I am afraid will soon get sick of hearing There Goes My Heart and Blue Skies.
the DC area. It rises up in all it's modern-Disney princess castle style glory well above the tree line just north of the beltway, and I will not deny that I'd jump at the chance to see inside it. Not that I'd be allowed in the inner sanctum for the Mormon Big Guns (e.g., Mitt Romney), but still. I'd see part of it.
8. We've had two days that very nearly reached 60 degrees in the last week. To walk outside and not need a coat? To walk my daughter out to the bus in bare feet and not get frostbite (I'm usually barefoot unless there is snow and ice on the sidewalk)? Spring just might come, after all.
9. My Kairos moment of the week: following Leo's lead and discovering what he really wanted to do upon leaving the PO was to empty the outside beds of their rocks and throw them across the pavement. One by one by one. Ones I was surprised he could move, he slowly rolled out, lifted, and tossed. You may call him little, but he's mighty!
|Which one is airborne?|
10. Skeuomorph. A wonderful new word, courtesy of my cousin Big Pete (and yes, there is a Little Pete who is a few inches taller than Big Pete, though several years younger). A skeuomorph is a derivative object that retains ornamental design cues from structures that were necessary in the original (courtesy of Wikipedia). For instance, the typing sound you can allow your phone to make is a skeuomorph. I enjoy the skeuopmorph of a clicking sound my phone makes when it takes a picture. Apple utilizes the skeuomorph particularly well.
So, did you know that word, Lizzi? It's a fun one to say.
And now, on to next week! And the snow.