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It was quite nice. At the Roadhouse. We were using some of a gift certificate she got in sympathy about George. Many people's sympathy was expressed partially with the help of Zingerman's, our famous deli-ish local empire---even one internet collective group that had never heard of it before searching gave her a Zingerman's gift box. I'm doing pretty well with accepting some of the boon. That "grits 'n' bits" waffle was delish....
Anyway, turns out I didn't load as many to imgur last night as I thought, so I'm going to hold off until I'm home for today's postcard, as it'll be a start in a series of postcards I inherited from T at work--- cards people sent back to our department at the office, mostly before I started (almost 20 years ago) and some, perhaps, before T herself did (another, what, 15 before that?). I say "perhaps" because I brought home to scan only a stack that represents about a quarter of them, at most. I picked those for the images, but decided while scanning (I got a new e-z scanner) that I'd scan the backs, too, and let you see them if you want. So it may not be the most interesting selection of messages back to the office you'll be offered an option to read. Yet perhaps Kismet will make them show us some intriguing, amusing, or otherwise entertaining stuff.
It's just a couple of weeks to the next anniversary of Postcard of the Day, when I've traditionally collected the images for a peskily large post that acts as a sort of index, and had as the top/latest each time a fat woman, at the beach or swimming, being happy and not mocked for being fat. I think I have another of those for this year, but it ain't easy to find those. At least they exist, however.
Tomorrow is the first day for my 2nd new hire. It sorta underscores how far away T has come to be from our little gang, already. She did her stint of servce in the role, though, fer sure. And I'm sufficiently different at it, I sense, that I've really not replaced her at all. Just taken on the slot in my own way, getting a feel for it as I go. It's a whole nuther ballgame nowadays anyway. The pandemic blew up a lot of our old ruts, and some of our ways aren't coming back---perhaps including our physical selves coming to the physical office all the time, that part still TBD.
Sometimes time does seem to accelerate for a stretch, doesn't it?
I'm at the downtown library right now. Came to get its Summer Game codes, cuz Sunday seems easier for this branch (and parking on the street is free). The patrons here tend to include some of the town's more downtrodden, perhaps partly because we're right by the bus hub but mostly I think cuz we're just downtown. So there'll be people with lots of bags with them, and in varying degrees of not-recently-bathed, plus coughing and sneezing. There's been some sneezing down the row from me as I've typed here, but the only one who's coughed (behind a[n optional] mask) is me. Just twice, ever-so-slightly. Gonna log off now and go get some water, and maybe go up and get Traverwood's codes and sit in its a/c while I knock off the rest of this week's puzzles to comment on. Unless I find a just-right place to sit and write. Looks like they've moved poetry down to the 2nd floor. I knew they were letting some of those books "live" at branches in recent years, after who knows how long of their being segregated to one section higher up in this building.
Enough! Later.
Anyway, turns out I didn't load as many to imgur last night as I thought, so I'm going to hold off until I'm home for today's postcard, as it'll be a start in a series of postcards I inherited from T at work--- cards people sent back to our department at the office, mostly before I started (almost 20 years ago) and some, perhaps, before T herself did (another, what, 15 before that?). I say "perhaps" because I brought home to scan only a stack that represents about a quarter of them, at most. I picked those for the images, but decided while scanning (I got a new e-z scanner) that I'd scan the backs, too, and let you see them if you want. So it may not be the most interesting selection of messages back to the office you'll be offered an option to read. Yet perhaps Kismet will make them show us some intriguing, amusing, or otherwise entertaining stuff.
It's just a couple of weeks to the next anniversary of Postcard of the Day, when I've traditionally collected the images for a peskily large post that acts as a sort of index, and had as the top/latest each time a fat woman, at the beach or swimming, being happy and not mocked for being fat. I think I have another of those for this year, but it ain't easy to find those. At least they exist, however.
Tomorrow is the first day for my 2nd new hire. It sorta underscores how far away T has come to be from our little gang, already. She did her stint of servce in the role, though, fer sure. And I'm sufficiently different at it, I sense, that I've really not replaced her at all. Just taken on the slot in my own way, getting a feel for it as I go. It's a whole nuther ballgame nowadays anyway. The pandemic blew up a lot of our old ruts, and some of our ways aren't coming back---perhaps including our physical selves coming to the physical office all the time, that part still TBD.
Sometimes time does seem to accelerate for a stretch, doesn't it?
I'm at the downtown library right now. Came to get its Summer Game codes, cuz Sunday seems easier for this branch (and parking on the street is free). The patrons here tend to include some of the town's more downtrodden, perhaps partly because we're right by the bus hub but mostly I think cuz we're just downtown. So there'll be people with lots of bags with them, and in varying degrees of not-recently-bathed, plus coughing and sneezing. There's been some sneezing down the row from me as I've typed here, but the only one who's coughed (behind a[n optional] mask) is me. Just twice, ever-so-slightly. Gonna log off now and go get some water, and maybe go up and get Traverwood's codes and sit in its a/c while I knock off the rest of this week's puzzles to comment on. Unless I find a just-right place to sit and write. Looks like they've moved poetry down to the 2nd floor. I knew they were letting some of those books "live" at branches in recent years, after who knows how long of their being segregated to one section higher up in this building.
Enough! Later.
