But first, did you know I'm off to PA for some R&R tomorrow? Badly needed. Isn’t that true for all of us though?
And here’s a fun fact about where I work: I work on the third floor. The vending area is also on the third floor. Yet I must traverse four flights of stairs to navigate between them. Don’t ask why, but at least I'm burning calories traveling between the two.
I could take the elevator, but I don’t, even when my feet and knees cry uncle (my Great Uncle Arthritis). No, I am not scared of elevators, nor do I suffer with Claustrophobia (a fear of small enclosed places) or Agoraphobia (a fear of being trapped in a situation from which it would be hard to escape). And no, I did not know of the latter phobia prior to Googling it a few seconds ago. I am definitely not a Sesquipedalian (a person whom overuses big words to appear smart) even though I am overusing them right now. I’ll drop the subject to avoid being labeled contemptuous or overtly pretentious (yes…used my Thesaurus).
Strange week. I made the mistake of expressing a political opinion earlier this week…in a venue where only “correct” opinions were welcome…won’t do that again. Lesson learned. And my views remain intact…sticks and stones and all that jazz.
Work has been a tad on the stressful side of the “how’s it going” spectrum -- and by a tad I mean as in "the weather has been a tad on the warm side lately" (temperatures close 100 this week). The truth is I really need to retire sooner rather than later. My numbers as of today are 792 calendar days and 544 work days to go...unless...unless the rug is pulled out from beneath me in the next two years…and that IS a concern. I don’t see either presidential candidate as being a friend to retired folk.
And what is it with this weather? It has been quite a few years here in the shadow of the Blue Ridge since we’ve had a summer like this. Of course we’ve all had summers like this in the past…summers can be hot…summers are supposed to be hot. But I still don’t like it.
I’ve said it before. I hate summer. My Eastern European and Irish skin hates summer. Think of me as a slice of white bread in your toaster…which is dialed to ten…and you walk away…“just for a few seconds”…to watch something on TV. We all know how that ends up. Or as a bag of microwave popcorn…and you walk away to “do something”. It never ends pretty.
Did you know that when I walk into my house after being outside in the sun for an extended period of time without sunblock, the smoke detector goes off?
Really.
No. Not really. I’m being an overzealous fabulist. (Yes…Google)
I long for the cool days of late October…I really do…with a tad of frost. Yes, an actual official tad would be just fine. Before you ask…no I don’t know…how much a tad is…you can check with the International Bureau of Weights and Measures. They’re in France. They speak French there.
Is there a French word for tad? I don’t think so. Use “little” instead.
I’ll wait while you ask.
No. Not really. I won’t wait.
That’s all I really wanted to say...that I long for the cool days of October.
Sorry for being so loquacious.
And here’s a fun fact about where I work: I work on the third floor. The vending area is also on the third floor. Yet I must traverse four flights of stairs to navigate between them. Don’t ask why, but at least I'm burning calories traveling between the two.
I could take the elevator, but I don’t, even when my feet and knees cry uncle (my Great Uncle Arthritis). No, I am not scared of elevators, nor do I suffer with Claustrophobia (a fear of small enclosed places) or Agoraphobia (a fear of being trapped in a situation from which it would be hard to escape). And no, I did not know of the latter phobia prior to Googling it a few seconds ago. I am definitely not a Sesquipedalian (a person whom overuses big words to appear smart) even though I am overusing them right now. I’ll drop the subject to avoid being labeled contemptuous or overtly pretentious (yes…used my Thesaurus).
Strange week. I made the mistake of expressing a political opinion earlier this week…in a venue where only “correct” opinions were welcome…won’t do that again. Lesson learned. And my views remain intact…sticks and stones and all that jazz.
Work has been a tad on the stressful side of the “how’s it going” spectrum -- and by a tad I mean as in "the weather has been a tad on the warm side lately" (temperatures close 100 this week). The truth is I really need to retire sooner rather than later. My numbers as of today are 792 calendar days and 544 work days to go...unless...unless the rug is pulled out from beneath me in the next two years…and that IS a concern. I don’t see either presidential candidate as being a friend to retired folk.
And what is it with this weather? It has been quite a few years here in the shadow of the Blue Ridge since we’ve had a summer like this. Of course we’ve all had summers like this in the past…summers can be hot…summers are supposed to be hot. But I still don’t like it.
I’ve said it before. I hate summer. My Eastern European and Irish skin hates summer. Think of me as a slice of white bread in your toaster…which is dialed to ten…and you walk away…“just for a few seconds”…to watch something on TV. We all know how that ends up. Or as a bag of microwave popcorn…and you walk away to “do something”. It never ends pretty.
Did you know that when I walk into my house after being outside in the sun for an extended period of time without sunblock, the smoke detector goes off?
Really.
No. Not really. I’m being an overzealous fabulist. (Yes…Google)
I long for the cool days of late October…I really do…with a tad of frost. Yes, an actual official tad would be just fine. Before you ask…no I don’t know…how much a tad is…you can check with the International Bureau of Weights and Measures. They’re in France. They speak French there.
Is there a French word for tad? I don’t think so. Use “little” instead.
I’ll wait while you ask.
No. Not really. I won’t wait.
That’s all I really wanted to say...that I long for the cool days of October.
Sorry for being so loquacious.
