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June 17th, 2002
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Yes, Virginia, there are people out there who are more twisted than I am.
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mactavish.)Yes, Virginia, there are people out there who are more twisted than I am.
Friday: Left work early, to reach Concord in time for square dance calling. It takes just slightly over two hours to get to Concord from my work during the rush hour preceding Father's Day weekend. Calling went well. I need to write more new material. Found my hotel, used the phone, and crashed.
Saturday: Digger's Diner on Farm Bureau Road serves a good fast inexpensive breakfast. Calling five hours of C1 gets awfully boring. Behind the microphone, everything starts to sound the same; a caller's occupational hazard is the perpetual worry that the dancers are about to fall asleep from ennui. The dancers did have a good time, although I needed a bit of a break before my brain would accept that. It was also beastly hot inside that building. Fans everywhere served mainly to move all my papers around.
The drive home took almost as long as the drive out had taken. Two-lane accident with an overturned car, so I hear. All cleared by the time I got there. Traffic is a fluid with memory. My car badly needs its air conditioning fixed.
My neighbor and grandboss had a housewarming party that evening. I dropped by. It was fun to see the people there in a non-work circumstance. Fun to see what kids' imaginations do with a few plastic pieces, too. I learned a couple of characters in Hindi. I would have learned more except I didn't want to monopolize the host.
Sunday: C3A and C3B, with a very low turnout because of Father's Day. Fortunately, it wasn't as hot Sunday as it was Saturday. Saturday the heat indoors was a menacing thing. Sunday it was merely annoying. Managed to phone my dad for Father's Day on the drive home. He is doing well.
Back home, got a few flowers planted where some other unfortunate plants had died, and my houseguesttytso showed up. He was very gracious about waiting while I finished with the plants and rinsed myself off. Then we had Thai food. Yum! And we talked about stuff in a way we wouldn't have been able to ten years ago. We've both grown up some -- at least, I know I have. It's neat.
Back to work. I really could use a weekend right about now. Slight downside of these weekend calling gigs: I don't get a weekend.
Saturday: Digger's Diner on Farm Bureau Road serves a good fast inexpensive breakfast. Calling five hours of C1 gets awfully boring. Behind the microphone, everything starts to sound the same; a caller's occupational hazard is the perpetual worry that the dancers are about to fall asleep from ennui. The dancers did have a good time, although I needed a bit of a break before my brain would accept that. It was also beastly hot inside that building. Fans everywhere served mainly to move all my papers around.
The drive home took almost as long as the drive out had taken. Two-lane accident with an overturned car, so I hear. All cleared by the time I got there. Traffic is a fluid with memory. My car badly needs its air conditioning fixed.
My neighbor and grandboss had a housewarming party that evening. I dropped by. It was fun to see the people there in a non-work circumstance. Fun to see what kids' imaginations do with a few plastic pieces, too. I learned a couple of characters in Hindi. I would have learned more except I didn't want to monopolize the host.
Sunday: C3A and C3B, with a very low turnout because of Father's Day. Fortunately, it wasn't as hot Sunday as it was Saturday. Saturday the heat indoors was a menacing thing. Sunday it was merely annoying. Managed to phone my dad for Father's Day on the drive home. He is doing well.
Back home, got a few flowers planted where some other unfortunate plants had died, and my houseguest
tytso showed up. He was very gracious about waiting while I finished with the plants and rinsed myself off. Then we had Thai food. Yum! And we talked about stuff in a way we wouldn't have been able to ten years ago. We've both grown up some -- at least, I know I have. It's neat.Back to work. I really could use a weekend right about now. Slight downside of these weekend calling gigs: I don't get a weekend.
Rob liked that I brought him sherbet when he was eating peanuts. (He generally enjoys peanuts with sherbet so I brought him some sherbet. (This was last ni... I mean Monday ni... er... this is a backdated entry, just deal with it, okay?))