Backlog Week
Aha, we have internet again. Turns out the comcast guy disconnected us on the mistaken assumption we were stealing their cable when, actually, we use broadstripe. The repair guy made sure to label our jack.
I chose to come in and work beginning on Wednesday, partly out of boredom and partly to keep my hand from stiffening up as it healed. It was an exciting week of casing multiple routes. As I've pointed out before, establishing a habit of only calling out sick when sick meant no one made hostile noises at me but, rather, appreciated my help.
Carrier12 (the comic & cosplay fan) brought in his four year old daughter one day. She handled all the strangers fairly well and then he lead her over to me. He asked if if she remembered the really cool Batgirl pictures he'd shown her. After a thoughtful moment, she grinned and nodded and he pointed at me, explaining that had been me in those pictures. By this point, I'd hunkered down and she gawked at me wide-eyed. Then she patted my arm reverently and I'm not sure she understood quite what her father had told her. *g*
I entertained myself the rest of the week by cooking random things, cleaning when I felt like it, and working on some new drawings.
I finally saw a new therapist and she was late to her own appointment! But that was okay because it meant she found me meditating in the hallway as I calculated whether or not I'd come the wrong day or time. (Turned out she'd come from the vet, having a cat put down). Anyway, the difference between the two psychologists was night and day and we actually discussed things. She agreed with my domino effect analysis, told me I was doing all the right things, made o.O faces at CFiC and my mom's wacky martyr complex and dug up a couple of rheumatologists she recommended.
Because Keith is away working now, I get attacked by purring, cuddling, kitty-kissing cats when I come home. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but it does highlight how erroneous most ascribed traits are. Except when I work later than him in which case I assume they mob him, instead.
Worked a full day Tuesday. The weather was nice, mail was light, no circular, and there were happy animals. Arrow the brown lab bayed at me from behind the storm door, then had to sniff both my hands to investigate where I'd been for such a long time. She hadn't forgotten what "back back back" meant, though and dutifully scurried backward so I could drop the mail on the floor. Pepper the brindle cat jumped out from behind the bushes and there was a great deal of purring, head-butting, scent marking and winding about. Even Mimi the black cat that usually wants to be let inside lay out on the front stoop for what was apparently the express purpose of greeting me. How do I know? When I asked if he wanted in, he waved his tail, looking up at me over his shoulder, butted my leg and hopped off into the bushes.
In more humanoid news, Old Biddy was happy to see me and confessed to being afraid I'd been assigned to a different route and they'd be stuck with that man. I explained about the sprained hand and then we made fun of the dull car colors favored in this country, especially gray and beige. Then she told a story about how when she was young, they owned a bright blue, four door convertible. One day, while cruising along the highway with the top down, their 1.5 yr old daughter in the back seat, she looked back to discover the girl was gone. After a frantic search through the behemoth of a car they found her curled up asleep in the canopy, folded behind the backseat.
I also discovered that no one had picked the figs off the bush so I proceeded to yank off every ripe fig I found and put it in my satchel. It was a good two dozen or so, but I wasn't able to finish the whole batch.
Today was windy.
I chose to come in and work beginning on Wednesday, partly out of boredom and partly to keep my hand from stiffening up as it healed. It was an exciting week of casing multiple routes. As I've pointed out before, establishing a habit of only calling out sick when sick meant no one made hostile noises at me but, rather, appreciated my help.
Carrier12 (the comic & cosplay fan) brought in his four year old daughter one day. She handled all the strangers fairly well and then he lead her over to me. He asked if if she remembered the really cool Batgirl pictures he'd shown her. After a thoughtful moment, she grinned and nodded and he pointed at me, explaining that had been me in those pictures. By this point, I'd hunkered down and she gawked at me wide-eyed. Then she patted my arm reverently and I'm not sure she understood quite what her father had told her. *g*
I entertained myself the rest of the week by cooking random things, cleaning when I felt like it, and working on some new drawings.
I finally saw a new therapist and she was late to her own appointment! But that was okay because it meant she found me meditating in the hallway as I calculated whether or not I'd come the wrong day or time. (Turned out she'd come from the vet, having a cat put down). Anyway, the difference between the two psychologists was night and day and we actually discussed things. She agreed with my domino effect analysis, told me I was doing all the right things, made o.O faces at CFiC and my mom's wacky martyr complex and dug up a couple of rheumatologists she recommended.
Because Keith is away working now, I get attacked by purring, cuddling, kitty-kissing cats when I come home. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but it does highlight how erroneous most ascribed traits are. Except when I work later than him in which case I assume they mob him, instead.
Worked a full day Tuesday. The weather was nice, mail was light, no circular, and there were happy animals. Arrow the brown lab bayed at me from behind the storm door, then had to sniff both my hands to investigate where I'd been for such a long time. She hadn't forgotten what "back back back" meant, though and dutifully scurried backward so I could drop the mail on the floor. Pepper the brindle cat jumped out from behind the bushes and there was a great deal of purring, head-butting, scent marking and winding about. Even Mimi the black cat that usually wants to be let inside lay out on the front stoop for what was apparently the express purpose of greeting me. How do I know? When I asked if he wanted in, he waved his tail, looking up at me over his shoulder, butted my leg and hopped off into the bushes.
In more humanoid news, Old Biddy was happy to see me and confessed to being afraid I'd been assigned to a different route and they'd be stuck with that man. I explained about the sprained hand and then we made fun of the dull car colors favored in this country, especially gray and beige. Then she told a story about how when she was young, they owned a bright blue, four door convertible. One day, while cruising along the highway with the top down, their 1.5 yr old daughter in the back seat, she looked back to discover the girl was gone. After a frantic search through the behemoth of a car they found her curled up asleep in the canopy, folded behind the backseat.
I also discovered that no one had picked the figs off the bush so I proceeded to yank off every ripe fig I found and put it in my satchel. It was a good two dozen or so, but I wasn't able to finish the whole batch.
Today was windy.