Isn't this a lovely day to be caught in the rain?
I'd rather be caught in my apartment watching Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers movies, but I'll settle for being caught in the rain on the walk home from work. I'm without car this afternoon. I think I'm lacking in any sort of um-bur-ell-uh equipment, but as I'm just walking home, it doesn't really matter how wet I am when I arrive.
At any rate, it's a lovely storm and the greenery behind my little office building is all shades of green. If blue weren't already my favorite color, I'd probably go with green.
One of the individuals I used to assist at work retired a few months ago. He still gets a lot of junk mail (magazines, newsletters, credit card applications) and the people who get the mail for our little section of campus still pass the mail along to me. At which point it sits on this cabinet thing full of binders that are all covered in acronyms and are apprently from 1998 and which have absolutely nothing to do with me until the pile of unwanted mail gets so large that I have to put it all in the recycling bin at our back door. I did this with his mail when he still worked here, and I'm just wondering if it will ever end. I could forward his mail somewhere, but there's no need to waste more gas hauling this stuff to middle Georgia.
It's not a huge inconvenience; it just occured to me today that as long as I work here, I'll probably be putting this man's junk mail into a recyling bin--after the mail passes through four university employees' hands.
I half-napped my way through the end of an episode of Matlock yesterday afternoon. It reminded me of when I would be staying at my grandparents' house and the good shows would be over and Matlock would come on around one or two in the afternoon. I would also half-nap through Matlock back then. Grandmother and Grandaddy each had a reclining chair in the t.v. room. I didn't have a favorite. Grandaddy's was smaller and fit me better, but grandmother's was very cushy.
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J/K--it stopped raining.
At any rate, it's a lovely storm and the greenery behind my little office building is all shades of green. If blue weren't already my favorite color, I'd probably go with green.
One of the individuals I used to assist at work retired a few months ago. He still gets a lot of junk mail (magazines, newsletters, credit card applications) and the people who get the mail for our little section of campus still pass the mail along to me. At which point it sits on this cabinet thing full of binders that are all covered in acronyms and are apprently from 1998 and which have absolutely nothing to do with me until the pile of unwanted mail gets so large that I have to put it all in the recycling bin at our back door. I did this with his mail when he still worked here, and I'm just wondering if it will ever end. I could forward his mail somewhere, but there's no need to waste more gas hauling this stuff to middle Georgia.
It's not a huge inconvenience; it just occured to me today that as long as I work here, I'll probably be putting this man's junk mail into a recyling bin--after the mail passes through four university employees' hands.
I half-napped my way through the end of an episode of Matlock yesterday afternoon. It reminded me of when I would be staying at my grandparents' house and the good shows would be over and Matlock would come on around one or two in the afternoon. I would also half-nap through Matlock back then. Grandmother and Grandaddy each had a reclining chair in the t.v. room. I didn't have a favorite. Grandaddy's was smaller and fit me better, but grandmother's was very cushy.
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J/K--it stopped raining.