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Mar. 13th, 2006 10:26 amI'm back out on the porch this morning, blinking at the brightness of the light, and enjoying the current just-rightness of the temperature. I expect I'll be changing into less substantial clothing as things heat up -- we're slated for 87 degrees today. I'm hopeful actual Spring is here, instead of that stupid fake Spring that just frustrates everyone. I saw our first robins in JANUARY, for pete's sake, so it's about time.
Saturday I flung myself in a northerly direction, and (crap -- my "N" key just popped off...will fiish later oce I figure that shit out -- help is appreciated)
Edit: A little Krazy Glue later, and I have an N key again. I'm like MacGyver over here -- next, I will fly a plane using only a paperclip, a bag of flour, and a ferret.
Saturday, I flung myself in a northerly direction, and managed to miss most traffic on my way to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mydwynter's house to rehearse (hang on, doorbell. hello, $1000 from Killian's sweepstakes! where was I?) for a most-of-the-Cups event that queenmaggie was kind enough to recommend us for. (yes. that's a preposition there at the end of that sentence. and I don't care, la la laaaaaaa!) We came up with a good list of singable songs, some with teachable choruses, some that will transition nicely into new repetoire. And there was giggling and cat loving and cookie eating and Hugh Laurie admiring, and then I stole her Firefly DVDs.
The return trip was mostly uneventful until I was on the home stretch to discover that all of the lanes on 95 were closed, so now I know more sideroads in my squad's district, which is always a handy thing.
Sunday I decided that it was not only within my grasp but also my mandate to do fuck-all, so I lazed on the porch with Mr. The Dog, with a few frisbee breaks, and we were joined by Dana when he came home from a particularly patient-rich stint at the hospital, so HE was happy. We got to the squad an hour early (to discover that the previous crew had just marked down their unit, and rather than thank us for coming in to relieve them, got all snitty that we were less-than-impressed by their work ethic), marked up a unit, and were sent out on a call that someone else squirreled from us before we could pull all the way out of the bay. Our next call waited until we were just done with dinner, which was very considerate, and the patient was pleasant and talkative and rational, which almost NEVER happens, and then we had no calls until morning. I got my QA paperwork out of the way for the month, and we made some good decisions about how our forms need to adapt and what we'll need to address first.
The End. Or "To Be Continued." Or something.
Saturday I flung myself in a northerly direction, and (crap -- my "N" key just popped off...will fiish later oce I figure that shit out -- help is appreciated)
Edit: A little Krazy Glue later, and I have an N key again. I'm like MacGyver over here -- next, I will fly a plane using only a paperclip, a bag of flour, and a ferret.
Saturday, I flung myself in a northerly direction, and managed to miss most traffic on my way to
mydwynter's house to rehearse (hang on, doorbell. hello, $1000 from Killian's sweepstakes! where was I?) for a most-of-the-Cups event that queenmaggie was kind enough to recommend us for. (yes. that's a preposition there at the end of that sentence. and I don't care, la la laaaaaaa!) We came up with a good list of singable songs, some with teachable choruses, some that will transition nicely into new repetoire. And there was giggling and cat loving and cookie eating and Hugh Laurie admiring, and then I stole her Firefly DVDs.The return trip was mostly uneventful until I was on the home stretch to discover that all of the lanes on 95 were closed, so now I know more sideroads in my squad's district, which is always a handy thing.
Sunday I decided that it was not only within my grasp but also my mandate to do fuck-all, so I lazed on the porch with Mr. The Dog, with a few frisbee breaks, and we were joined by Dana when he came home from a particularly patient-rich stint at the hospital, so HE was happy. We got to the squad an hour early (to discover that the previous crew had just marked down their unit, and rather than thank us for coming in to relieve them, got all snitty that we were less-than-impressed by their work ethic), marked up a unit, and were sent out on a call that someone else squirreled from us before we could pull all the way out of the bay. Our next call waited until we were just done with dinner, which was very considerate, and the patient was pleasant and talkative and rational, which almost NEVER happens, and then we had no calls until morning. I got my QA paperwork out of the way for the month, and we made some good decisions about how our forms need to adapt and what we'll need to address first.
The End. Or "To Be Continued." Or something.
