I'm going to a dance convention! I had planned to head over this afternoon, for the couple classes that are this afternoon before this evening's dance, but then realized in order to pack, eat, clean the fridge like I promised, drive through rush hour traffic, register at the hotel, pick up my registration for the conference, and dump my suitcase, I would've had to start an hour ago. So instead I am eating lunch on my couch and figuring I"ll mosey over there when I'm good and ready.

I am now Future!Pix giving Past!Pix the stinkeye.

As it was written, so it has come to pass. Yea, verily, the once and future Pix should be hearkened to.

Ooh, fun, meara!

Weekend plans: Nothing tonight, choir in the morning, then dad, then work. Church Sunday then dinner with friends then nothing. Phew.

Weekend: doing taxes, searching for all the paperwork for taxes, cleaning house, and Board Game Night tomorrow.

Oh, right, taxes. I should totally do that.

Need to amend mine, darn it

Apparently the ED told his second that my boss needed affirmation. That he was feeling underappreciated. I'm, he's got an art exhibit displayed on the first floor, ads for it, coworkers complimenting him on it, his canopy walk idea being met by everyone with enthusiasm, from all his colleagues here to zoning staff to engineers, the board, landscape architects. If this man gets anymore affirmation he's going to take over the eastern seaboard.

Maybe he's feeling down because all of his colleagues are pissed at him for being so caught up in his onanistic exhibitionist tendencies that he's forgotten to do his actual job.

Hey, it was another beautiful day! It spritzed a bit here, and I got that wonderful ozone smell. Whatever it is that I associate with sprinklers on the driveway from when I was five. I also got a nice breeze of witch hazel this afternoon.

It's times like this that I really love where I work.

That's great, Kate! Matilda's elementary school has a LGBTQ Support Club with kid made posters all over the school.

I'm still waiting on a W-2. I'm been assured it'll be finally mailed out this week.

I need to change my relationship with the landfill. I have felt so guilty for looking at some of this clutter and thinking "No one will want this, it's old and battered, and only Hubby saw usefulness in." I do not have the spoons to sort these things, and it's not fare to shift the "trash this" onus onto the thrift stores, even though they're actually paying people to throw stuff away.

I've simply got to buy a bunch of boxes, force myself to clear a spot, and start doing Metal Recycling, eBay, Thrift Store, and trash and paper/plastic recycling, which I have bins for. Oh, and electronics and household chemical recycling, there's a city drive for those next Saturday.

I was raised by Depression-era parents and married to a man who knew what it was to be poor. All my life, throwing something out that wasn't objective garbage was considered an admission of defeat. And I've got to stop saying "Oh, someone may want this." Still, SCA fighter season is beginning, so I can put out feelers for people who want armor scraps, but I throw it out instead of exhausting myself trying to find someone to take it, that's not a moral failing.

Tomorrow I go to U-Haul or someone and buy boxes. When the going gets weird, the weird get organized.

Happy birthday, Tom!

Brenda, I'm really happy for you. Recognition and appreciation really make work so much better.