Postcard from the Edge
As all good postcards do, this one arrives after the vacation is over:
As all good postcards do, this one arrives after the vacation is over:
Even as I type this, The Prof is walking into his big three hour interview. This is the second interview for a job he really wants – tenure track for full professorship at a local college in their math department. He has to give a mock class to the members of the math department on…
No, the mystery plant has not yet bloomed, and it’s starting to drive me nuts. The largest of the buds is now nearly two inches long and tubular. This is what it looked like yesterday” The bud turned white sometime during the day today, and is just starting to part at the tip. It doesn’t…
I spend little time on the web these days. When I am online, Iâm usually playing Hexic or looking up medical stuff. Journaling has become difficult. It isnât that I have nothing to say. Quite the converse: I have too much to say, and organizing the jumbled thoughts I have on a daily basis daunts…
Yesterday was uneventful. For a Monday, that is always good news. I began to make arrangements to get an appraisal on my car – I should know by tomorrow how much it’ll cost my company to fix it. Went in late because of this virus thing I caught. Went home early ’cause it was just…
Bringing in the mail is like listening to voice mail messages or checking the numbers on your lottery ticket. It’s just plain something you have to do, even though the preponderance of evidence from previous experience tells you that bad news is far more likely than good in all the examples listed. Our mailbox is…
Today begins my slightly delayed two-day weekend. I feel off-kilter. Saturday turned out to be a relatively light day at work, and I was only called out of my office three times. I caught up on my filing, got a few pesky low-priority things taken care of, and strung the lights on my office for…
Welcome back!
You are well. You are, presumably, happy. I am pleased. 🙂
It is good to hear from you.
I like the postcard. 🙂
Honey
OMG! Brice sent me the exact same postcard when he was in San Francisco two weeks ago. It is hanging on our fridge as I speak.
Glad you are home safe, I’ve missed you.
OMG!!! I was one hour north of San Francisco in Bodega Bay on that very day! We could have met, darn it!
<sigh>
~Cali
What did you find in the pools? Was the air sweet?
Welcome back Mlle. I’ll take the orange house. I always wants a house on a hill.
Come back to dd…I’m suffering withdrawals. I miss your witty outlook on life.
~QE
how cool!