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Happy elk dances.
Jan. 8th, 2003 10:51 pmMore cheese tonight, two gallons of milk worth. The existing 22 lbs are off to live in David's fridge, because he has the typical bachelor's fridge except for the four jars of elderberries waiting to be dyestuffs. The light at the end of the tunnel is, in fact, not a train. The bridge is probably out, but that I can deal with. Because, the elk has arrived! Wheee! All 20 of them, shrink-wrapped in their own little body bags and packed lovingly in styrofoam, and taped within an inch of their very lives. Frozen solid, like little misshapen elk-bricks. They are on David's porch, because they will be safer from marauding omnivores there. Or so I hope.
Logistics. Logistics, logistics, logistics. Ugh. Not my best skill, really. I am working on The Schedule. And I need to get copies of the recipes so there is a reference for everyone who isn't me (and thus have not memorized the recipes).
Had my quarterly goal review with the boss, today. I hope he doesn't expect me to actually track anything in that silly performance software, since I have better things to do. Like finding a hard drive that my open box will recognize, so I can install Red Hat on it. And convincing my other open box to not install the floppy controller each time it reboots. That sort of thing. Heck, watering the gloxinia is a better use of my time, as far as I'm concerned.
Too much to do that doesn't get me paid--last-minute shopping and prep, packing the truck, lists of things not to forget, etc. And figuring out the garb to bring along, as if I'll actually ever wear it--court is BEFORE feast, and nobody but nobody is dragging me out of the kitchen until after people are fed. I don't care if they're trying to put me on vigil (which I will grant is probably not something to worry about, but one must draw the line somewhere). And trying to remember to remind myself to eat during the day. Sheesh. Too too many things to do. But, the elk is here. Must remember to buy bacon on Friday to wrap the elk with.
I'd had grandiose thoughts of writing reams (and some of it even not about elk), but the sandman just whacked me upside the head with what was probably a club. I suppose I will go briefly contemplate how I am a harmless sort of weird (not my words, it was caoilfhoinn) and then become comatose.
At least I know I will sleep Friday night, because I can always resort to pharmaceuticals to force the issue. Zzzzzzzzzzz.......
Logistics. Logistics, logistics, logistics. Ugh. Not my best skill, really. I am working on The Schedule. And I need to get copies of the recipes so there is a reference for everyone who isn't me (and thus have not memorized the recipes).
Had my quarterly goal review with the boss, today. I hope he doesn't expect me to actually track anything in that silly performance software, since I have better things to do. Like finding a hard drive that my open box will recognize, so I can install Red Hat on it. And convincing my other open box to not install the floppy controller each time it reboots. That sort of thing. Heck, watering the gloxinia is a better use of my time, as far as I'm concerned.
Too much to do that doesn't get me paid--last-minute shopping and prep, packing the truck, lists of things not to forget, etc. And figuring out the garb to bring along, as if I'll actually ever wear it--court is BEFORE feast, and nobody but nobody is dragging me out of the kitchen until after people are fed. I don't care if they're trying to put me on vigil (which I will grant is probably not something to worry about, but one must draw the line somewhere). And trying to remember to remind myself to eat during the day. Sheesh. Too too many things to do. But, the elk is here. Must remember to buy bacon on Friday to wrap the elk with.
I'd had grandiose thoughts of writing reams (and some of it even not about elk), but the sandman just whacked me upside the head with what was probably a club. I suppose I will go briefly contemplate how I am a harmless sort of weird (not my words, it was caoilfhoinn) and then become comatose.
At least I know I will sleep Friday night, because I can always resort to pharmaceuticals to force the issue. Zzzzzzzzzzz.......
