We've had some crazy weather this week. The first part of the week turned off cold. Right now, it's 79 degrees on the back porch.
I have worked from home three days this week. Tuesday, I got my hands on the first real grant-writing work that's come my way since I was hired. It took all of that afternoon to print, hole-punch, and notebook a stack of instructions. I went to the office Wednesday morning, ready to dig in and start reading, but hadn't been there 30 minutes before it became obvious that I'd never be able to read/understand the documents with all the distractions around me, so I packed up and came home and have worked here ever since. (I may get fired Monday when I go back to the office.) For three days, I've been hunched over the kitchen table and the computer, reading, trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do with the paperwork. My neck is killing me. Yesterday, I realized that what I really need to be doing is lighting fires under other people's asses.
It may be that my real talent is lighting fires under other people's asses.
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The stink bugs are out again. We had a brief respite during the cold snap, but they're out in force today. I have been spraying them with Dawn dishwashing liquid and water. Some of them drop like flies; others thumb their noses at me and crawl or fly away. At least the Dawn smells good.
Which makes me wonder why we perfume our dishwashing liquid.
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Tonight is Senior Night at the high school. Granddaughter #1 will be escorted onto the football field by her parents and will be leading the band's "pride drill" at the football game. We real seniors will be in the stands, wrangling grandchildren.
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